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 WORSHIP THE LORD IN THE BEAUTY OF 
 HOLINESS. Psalm xxix. 2. 
 
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 Printed by T. and J. W. Pa sham, in Black-Friars. 
 
 MDCCLXVII. 
 
 
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 PSALMS and HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN L 
 +-h INVITATION. 
 
 1 /^OME, ye Tinners, poor and wretched, 
 \^Jl Weak and wounded, fick and fore, 
 Jefus ready {lands to fave you, 
 
 Full of pity, love and pow'r, 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing, doubt no more. 
 
 2 Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, 
 
 God's free bounty glorify : 
 True belief, and true repentance, 
 Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh, 
 
 Without money 
 Come to Jefus Chrift and buy. 
 
 A 2 3 Let 
 
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 3 Let not confcience make you linger, 
 
 Nor of fitnefs fondly dream - y 
 All the fitnefs he requireth, 
 Is to feel your need of him. 
 
 This he gives you, 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 
 
 4 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo ! your maker proftrate lies ! 
 On the bloody tree behold him, 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 
 " It is finifhU" 
 Sinner will not this fuffice ? 
 
 5 Lo ! th' incarnate God afcended, 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
 Venture on him, venture freely, 
 Let no other truft intrude. 
 
 None but Jefus 
 Can do helplefs finners good. 
 
 6 Saints and angels join'd in concert, 
 
 Sing the praifes of the lamb, 
 
 While the blifsful feats of heaven 
 
 Sweetly echo with his name. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Sinners here may do the fame. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN II. 
 
 *f- Y ANOTHER. 
 
 r Clnners obey the gofpel-word, 
 
 ^ Hade to the fupper of your Lord, 
 Be wife to know your gracious day, 
 All things are ready, come away* 
 
 a Ready the Father is to own r 
 And kifs his late returning fon ; 
 Ready the loving Saviour ftands, 
 And fpreads for you his bleeding hands, 
 
 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, 
 Juft now the ftony heart to move ; 
 T'apply, ancl witnefs with the blood, 
 And wafh, and feal you,, fons of God. 
 
 4 Ready for you the angels wait, 
 To triumph in your bleft eftate : 
 Tuning their harps, they long to praife 
 The wonders of redeeming grace. 
 
 5 Come then, ye finners, to your Lord,-. 
 To happinefs in Chrift reftor'd ; 
 
 His proffer'd benefits embrace, 
 And tafte the fulnefs of his grace. . 
 
 A 3 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN III. 
 
 y i m ANOTHER./^ -J-4* 
 
 1 E T ev'ry mortal ear attend, 
 
 And ev'ry heart rejoice, 
 The trumpet of the gofpel founds 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Come all ye hungry flarved fouls, 
 
 That feed upon the wind, 
 And vainly drive, with earthly toys, 
 To fill an empty mind. 
 
 3 Eternal wifdom has prepared 
 
 A foul-reviving feaft ; 
 And bids your longing appetites 
 The rich provifion tafte. 
 
 4 Ho! ye that pant for living ftreams, 
 
 And pine away and die ; 
 Here you may quench your raging thirfc 
 With iprmgs that never dry. 
 
 3 Rivers of love and mercy here 
 In a rich ocean join \ 
 Salvation in abundance flows, 
 Like floods of milk and wine. 
 
 6 Dear 
 
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 6 Dear God! the treaiures of thy lovfc 
 
 Are everlafting mines; 
 Deep as our boundlefs miferies are, 
 And boundlefs as our fins. 
 
 7 The happy gates of gofpel-grace 
 
 Stand open night and day •, 
 Lord, we are come to feek fupplies r 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 i pOME finners, to the gofpel-feaft, 
 ^ Let ev'ry foul be Jefu's gueft ; 
 Ye need not one be left behind, 
 For God hath bidden all mankind. 
 
 2 " Have me excus'd," why will ye fay, 
 From health, and life, and liberty ^ 
 From all that is in Jefus giv'n 
 From pardon, holinefs, and heav'n ! 
 
 3 Come then ye fouls by fin oppreft, 
 Ye weary wand'rers after reft -, 
 
 Ye poor and maimed, halt and blind, 
 In Chrift an hearty welcome find. 
 
 4 See 
 
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 4* See him fet forth before your eye? >; 
 Behold the bleeding facrifice! 
 His offer'd love let all embrace, 
 And freely now be fav'd by grace. 
 
 5 Ye who believe his record true, 
 Shall fup with him, and he with you i 
 Come to the feaft, be fav'd from fin a 
 For Jefus waits to take you in. 
 
 6 This is the time, no more delay, 
 This is the glorious gofpel-day ; 
 Come in this moment at his call, 
 And live, to him, who dy'd for alL 
 
 HYMN V. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 CInners behold the pierced Lamb,. 
 ^ For you he hung upon the ftem j 
 Behold him by the eye of faith, 
 For life doth iffue from his death. 
 
 Salvation's well wide open ftands, 
 And blood-ftreams run from feet and hands ^ 
 The open'd fide doth richly flow, 
 From whence, with joy, we water draw. 
 
 3 Water 
 
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 3 Water to quench our parching thirft, , 
 To cleanfe and make us fit for Chrift 9 
 T'allay our nature's fire within, 
 
 And purify the foul from fin. 
 
 4 Jefus alone true life imparts, 
 
 And med'cine for all wounded hearts 9 
 With balm fupplies for ev'ry fore, 
 And works a fpeedy, perfect cure. 
 
 5 One look to him upon the pole 
 Revives and heals the fin-ftung foul ; 
 Relieves the weary and the faint, 
 
 The tempted and each mourner's want. 
 
 6 Come then thou great high-priefl apply 
 To us this fov'reign remedy •, 
 
 That we the blefiings of thy death 
 May antedate below by faith. 
 
 HYMN VI 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 I XT E weary wanderers draw near, 
 
 * That know no folid peace or reft, 
 Lay by each doubt and anxious fear, 
 
 And lean upon your Saviour's breaft : 
 All's ftolen fruit that can be found 
 To cfyear the foul on nature's ground. 
 
 2 Come, 
 
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 Come, for the gofpel bids you come*, 
 Jefus for finners bled and dy'd \ 
 
 The facred word reports there's room, 
 The Lamb he wooes you for his bride \ 
 
 Your fouls fhall find a refting place 
 
 In arms of everlafting grace. 
 
 The day of fmall things don't defpife, 
 By poverty encreafe your ftore \. 
 
 The happy foul, that's truly wife, 
 Can richer grow by being poor : 
 
 To melt in love, to fink in fhame, 
 
 This be my wifh, be that my flame. 
 
 Give me a fympathizing foul, 
 
 To bear thy fuff 'rings on my heart, 
 
 Thy pain, and agonizing toil, 
 Nor let me from this vifion part * % 
 
 Then fhall I heartily rejoice, 
 
 And raife to thee my grateful voice* 
 
 All earthly objefts now give way, 
 Nature and creature both refign;. 
 
 On thee by faith myfelf I'll flay, 
 And tafte the pow'r of love divine ; 
 
 Redemption in thy blood is found, 
 
 My anchor's caft on facred ground.. 
 
 HYMN 
 
HYMN VII. \r 
 AT THE OPENING OF WORSHIP. 
 
 1 ^T O W may the Spirit's holy fire, 
 ■^ Defcending from above, 
 
 His ^waiting family infpire 
 
 With joy, and peace, and love ! 
 
 2 Thee we the Comforter confefs ; 
 
 Unlefs thou'rt prefent here ; 
 Our fongs of praife are vain addrefs, 
 We utter heartlefs pray'r. 
 
 3 Wake heav'nly wind, arife, and come, 
 
 Blow on the drooping field ; 
 Our fpices then fhall breathe perfume, 
 And fragrant incenfe yield. 
 
 4 Touchy with a living coal, the lip 
 
 That fhall proclaim thy word; 
 And bid each awful hearer keep 
 Attention to the Lord. 
 
 5 Haiten the reftitution-day, 
 
 Which now corruption fhrouds ; 
 New heav'ns, and new earth difplay, 
 With Jelus in the clouds. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 * H Y M N VIII. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 t f\ N C E more we come before our God, 
 ^ Once more his bleffing afk ^ 
 O may not duty feem a load, 
 Nor worihip prove a tafk ! 
 
 2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit fend 
 
 From heav'n in Jefu's name, 
 To make our waiting minds attend, 
 And put our fouls in frame. 
 
 3 May we receive the word we hear, 
 
 Each in an honeft heart ; 
 Hoard up the precious treafure there, 
 And never with it part. 
 
 4 To feek thee all our hearts difpofe, 
 
 To each thy bleffing fuit ; 
 And let the feed thy fervant lows 
 Produce a plent'ous fruit. 
 
 i 5 Bid the refrefhing north-wind wake \ 
 Say to the fouth-wind blow ; 
 Let ev'ry plant the pow'r partake, 
 And all the garden grow. 
 
 6 Revive 
 
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 Revive the parch' d with heav'nly ihow'rs, 
 The cold with warmth divine •, 
 
 And as the benefit is ours, 
 Be all the glory thine. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 POME, ye finners come to Jefus, 
 ^ Think upon your gracious Lord - y 
 
 He has pity'd your condition, 
 He has fent his gofpel-word. 
 
 Mercy calls you, 
 Mercy flows on Jefu's blood. 
 
 Deareft Saviour help thy fervant 
 To proclaim thy wond'rous love ; 
 
 Pour thy grace upon this people, 
 That thy truth they may approve 
 
 Blefs, O blefs them 
 From thy fhining courts above. 
 
 Now thy gracious word invites tl 
 To partake the gofpel-feaft ; 
 
 Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them, 
 Ev'ry foul be Jefu's gueft. 
 
 O receive us, 
 Let us find thv promis'd reft. 
 
 B H Y : 
 
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 HYMN X. 
 
 ANOTHER, 
 
 i J ORD, we come before thee now, 
 -*-*' At thy feet we humbly bow: 
 Oh! do not our fuit difdain, 
 Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain? 
 
 2 Lord, on thee our fouls depend, 
 In companion now defcend : 
 
 Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
 Tune our lips to fing thy praife. 
 
 3 In thine own appointed way, 
 Now we feek thee, here v/e flay ; 
 Lord we know not how to go 
 'Till a blefling thou beftow. 
 
 4 Send fome mefiage from thy word, 
 That may joy and peace afford ; 
 Let thy Spirit now impart 
 
 Full falvation to each heart. 
 
 5 Comfort thofe who weep and mourn, 
 Let the time of joy return -, 
 
 Thofe that are call down, lift up, 
 Make them ftrong in faith and hope ! 
 
 6 Grant 
 
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 Grant that all may feek and find 
 Thee a God gracious and kind \ 
 Heal the Tick, the captive free, 
 Let us all rejoice in thee ! 
 
 II Y M N XI. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 XX/E magnify thy grace, O Lord, 
 * * How plent'oufly haft thou prepared 
 
 A flipper for thy faints ! 
 All things are ready, thou haft faid, 
 A table thou haft richly fpread, 
 
 To anfwer all our wants. 
 
 Now, Lord, allure our fouls to thee, 
 O kindly bid us come and fee, 
 
 And tafte how good thou art \ 
 Knock with the hammer of thy word, 
 Knock by thy pow'rful Spirit, Lord, 
 
 Lord, break into each heart ! 
 
 Darknefs and unbelief remove, 
 Replenifh all our fouls with love, 
 
 Caft out the power of fin ; 
 Jefus, attend our feeble pray'r, 
 And for thyfelf our hearts prepare, 
 
 Come in, dear Lord, come in. 
 
 B 2 4 Let 
 
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 Let comfort, love, and joy, and peace, 
 Like rivers flow, and ftill increaie, 
 
 Unto the ocean driv'n : 
 Lord condefcend to fup with me 
 And grant I now may fup with thee 
 
 And fup at laft in heav'n ? 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 TO THE TRINITY, 
 
 T H E < S A M I. 
 
 1 POME thou almighty king, 
 ^ Help us thy name to fing, 
 
 Help ns to praife! 
 Father all-glorious, 
 O'er all victorious, 
 Ccme, and reign over us 
 
 Antient of Days. . 
 
 2 Jefus, our Lord arife, 
 Scatter our enemies, 
 
 And make them fall ! 
 Let thine almighty aid 
 Our fure defence be made — 
 Our fouls on thee he ftay'd — 
 
 Lord hear our call ! 
 
 3 Come 
 
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 Come, thou incarnate word, 
 Gird on thy mighty fword — . 
 
 Our pray'r attend ! 
 Come ! and thy people blefs, 
 And give thy word fuccefs, 
 Spirit of holinefs 
 
 On us defcend ! 
 
 Come, holy comforter, 
 Thy facred witnefs bear 
 
 In this glad hour ! 
 Thou who almighty art, 
 Now rule in ev'ry heart, 
 And ne'er from us depart, 
 
 Spirit of pow'r ! 
 
 To the great one in three 
 Eternal praiies be, 
 
 Hence — evermore ! 
 His fov'reign majelty 
 May we in glory fee, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 B 2 II Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XIII. 
 
 READING OR HEARING THE 
 SCRIPTURES. 
 
 God of wifdom, God of might, 
 Great ruler in the realms of light ; . 
 Whofe truths are hid from prudent eyes, 
 But make the babe and fuckling wife \ 
 Help thy unknowing fervants, Lord, 
 To hear, and underftand thy word. 
 
 Reveal thy fcriptures to our mind, 
 Here let us heav'nly treafures find ; 
 Do thou thofe facred leaves unfold. 
 Let us thy rieheft grace behold : 
 O let thy fpirit lead us forth, 
 And teach us all its endlefs worth, 
 
 Dire£i us, left we judge amifs, 
 Left error cloud the hidden blifs ; 
 Th 5 ingrafted word may we receives 
 And back to thee the glory give : 
 O make us know, O make us hear 
 The glorious tidings treafur'd there.. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XIV. 
 
 . UNFRUITFULNESS. + t 
 
 i T ONG have we fat beneath the found 
 •*-' Of thy falvation, Lord, 
 But ftill how weak our faith is found, 
 And knowledge of thy word ! 
 
 2 Oft we frequent thy holy place. 
 
 Yet hear almoft in vain •, 
 How fmall a portion of thy grace 
 Do our falfe hearts retain ! 
 
 3 How cold and feeble is our love, 
 
 How negligent our fear ! 
 How low our hope of joys above, 
 How few affeftions there ! 
 
 4 Great God, thy fov'reign aid impart, 
 
 To give thy word fuccefs ; 
 Write thy falvation on our hearts, 
 And make us learn thy grace. 
 
 5 Shew our forgetful feet the way, 
 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 Where knowledge grows without decay, 
 And love fhall never die. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XV. 
 ANOTHER BEFORE SPEAKING. 
 
 1 /^LORY to God, who gave the word, 
 ^* And bid the preachers cry ; 
 
 Who caus'd his will to be proclaimed, 
 And brought falvation nigh. 
 
 2 Lord, ever give us of this bread, 
 
 And grant us ears to hear ; 
 Hearts to receive the heav'nly feed, 
 And bring forth fruit with fear, 
 
 3 O may thy word direft our path, 
 
 And guide our fault'ring feet j 
 Direct us in the living way, 
 And to thy mercy-feat. 
 
 4 Fountain of everlafting life, 
 
 Of blifs, and truth, and good ; 
 Give us (that we may never third) 
 To drink of Jefu's blood. 
 
 5 Fill every hungry foul,, who cries, 
 
 From thine exhauftlefs ftore ; 
 And let no one go empty hence, 
 But tafte, and pray for more. 
 
 6 Let 
 
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 Let all thy children, Lord, be fed 
 
 With the eternal word ; 
 Be wife, and itronger grow thereby, 
 
 Increafing in the Lord. 
 
 H Y M N XVI. 
 
 AFTER SPEAKING. 
 
 VX^ITH heart and lips unfeign'd, 
 v v We praiie thee for thy word \ 
 We blels thee for the joyful news 
 Of our redeeming Lord. 
 
 Like as the kindly rain 
 Returns not back to heav'n, 
 But chears, and fruitful makes me earth, 
 The end for which 'twas giv'n. 
 
 So let thy prefent voice 
 
 Accomplifh thy defign ; 
 
 Diftil on all our t'hirfty fouls. 
 
 And confecrate us thine. 
 
 Water thy facred feed, 
 And give it great increafe ; 
 Let neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, 
 Hinder the fruits of peace. 
 
 5 Then 
 
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 Then tho' we weeping fow> 
 And tears our hours employ ; 
 We know we fhall return again, 
 And bring our ilieaves with joy, 
 
 Our lives now hid with Chrift, 
 With him fhall foon appear - y 
 And we array'd in all his light* 
 Shall meet him in the air. 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 M A L A C H I IV. 2. 
 
 1 r\ Sun of righteoufnefs, arife, 
 ^-^ With healing in thy wing : 
 To my difeas'd, my fainting foul 
 
 Thy free falvation bring. 
 
 2 All clouds of pride and fin-difpel 
 
 By thine all-piercing beam •, 
 Lighten mine eyes with faith, my heart 
 With holy hope inflame. 
 
 3 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning pow'r, 
 
 From vile defires fet free, 
 Unite my fcatter'd thoughts, and fix 
 My love entire on thee. 
 
 4 Father, 
 
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 4 Father, thy long-loft child receive. 
 Saviour thy purchafe own -, 
 Bleft comforter, with peace and joy 
 Thy waiting creature crown. 
 
 HYMN XVIII. 
 
 PANTING AFTER GOD. 
 
 ^pHou hidden love of God, whofe height, 
 ■*■ Whofe depth unfathom'd no man knows* 
 I fee from far thy beauteous light, 
 
 In'ly I figh for thy repofe : 
 My heart is pain'd, nor can it be 
 At reft, till it finds reft in thee. 
 
 Is there a thing beneath the fun, 
 
 That ftrives with thee, my heart, tofhare ? 
 
 Ah ! tear -it thence, and reign alone, 
 The Lord of every motion there : 
 
 Then fhall my heart from earth be free, 
 
 When it has found repofe in thee. 
 
 O hide this felf from me, that I 
 4 No more, but Chrift in me may live ! 
 My vile affeftions crucify, 
 
 Let not one darling lull furvive : 
 In all things may I nothing fee, 
 Nothing defire, or feek, but thee. 
 
 4 Each 
 
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 4J. Each moment draw from earth away 
 My heart, that lowly waits thy call ; 
 Speak to my inmoft foul, and fay 
 
 I am thy love, thy God, thy all ! 
 To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, 
 To tafle thy love, be all my choice. 
 
 HYMN XIX. 
 
 A PRAYER FOR FAITH. 
 
 1 "pATFfER, I ftretch my hands to thee, 
 A No other help I know ; 
 
 If thou withdraw thyfelf from me, 
 Ah ! whither fhall I go ? 
 
 2 What did thine only Son endure, 
 
 Before I drew my breath ? 
 What pain, what labour to fecure 
 My foul from endlefs death i m 
 
 3 O Jefu, cou'd I this believe, 
 
 I now fhouid feel thy pow'r ; 
 Now my poor foul thou would'ft retrieve, 
 Nor let me wait one hour. 
 
 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift 
 
 My weary, longing eyes -, 
 O let me now receive that gift ! 
 My foul without it dies ! 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XX. 
 
 ISAIAH IX. 2. 
 
 T IGHT of thofe, whofe dreary dwelling 
 -^ Borders on the fhades of death, 
 Come ! and by thy love's revealing, 
 
 DiiTipate the clouds beneath : 
 The new heav'n and earth's creator, 
 
 In our deepeft darknefs rife ! 
 Scattering all the light of nature, 
 
 Pouring eye-fight on our eyes ! 
 • 
 Still we wait for thine appearing 
 
 Life and joy thy beams impart ; 
 Chafing all our fears, and chearing 
 
 Ev'ry poor benighted heart : 
 Come, and manifeft the favour 
 
 God hath for our ranfom'd race •, 
 Come, thou univerfal Saviour, 
 
 Come, and bring thy gofpel-grace. 
 
 Save us in thy great companion, 
 
 O thou mild pacific prince ! 
 Give the knowledge of falvacion, 
 
 Give the pardon of our fin ! 
 By thine all-reftoring merit, 
 
 Ev'ry burthen'd foul releafe, 
 Ev'ry weary, wand'ring fpirit 
 
 Guide into thy perfeft peace. 
 
 C H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XXL 
 
 ZECHARIAH XIII. I. 
 
 1 1LTOW fad our ftate by nature is, 
 * A Our fin how deep it ftains ! 
 And Satan binds our captive fouls 
 
 Fall in his flavifh chains. 
 
 2 But there's a voice of fov'reign grace 
 
 Sounds from God's facred word \ 
 Ho ! ye defpairing finners, come 
 And trail upon the Lord. 
 
 3 O may we hear th' Almighty call, 
 
 And run to this relief ; 
 We wou'd believe thy promife, Lord, 
 O help our unbelief 1 
 
 4 To the bleft fountain of thy blood, 
 
 Teach us, O Lord ! to fly : 
 There may we wafh our fpotted fouls ! 
 From crimes of deepeft dye ! 
 
 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious king, 
 
 Our reigning fins fubdue ; 
 Drive the old dragon from his feat, 
 And form our fouls anew. 
 
 6 Poor 
 
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 6 Poor guilty, weak, and helplefs worms, 
 On thy kind arm we fall ; 
 Be thou our ftrength and righteoufncfs, 
 Our Jefus and our all. 
 
 HYMN XXII. 
 
 ISAIAH XL. 29. 
 
 1 CON of God thy bleffing grant, 
 ^ Still fupply my ev'ry want ; 
 Tree of life ! thine influence fhed, 
 With thy fap my fpirit feed. 
 
 2 Tend'reft branch, alas ! am I, 
 Withering without thee, lo ! I die • 
 Weak as helplefs infancy, 
 
 O confirm my foul in thee ! 
 
 3 Unfuftain'd by thee, I fall, 
 
 Send the ftrength for which I call ! 
 Weaker than a bruifed reed, 
 Kelp I ev'ry moment need. 
 
 4 All my hopes on thee depend, 
 Love me, fave me to the end ! 
 Give me the continuing grace - 9 
 Take th' everlafting praife ! 
 
 C 2 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 MIRACLES APPLIED. 
 
 i r\ Lord ! to whom for help I call, 
 ^^ Thy miracles repeat ; 
 With pitying eye behold me fall 
 A leper at thy feet. 
 
 2 Loathfome, and foul, and, felf-abhorr'd^ 
 
 I fink beneath my fin ; 
 But, if thou wilt, a gracious word 
 Of thine can make me clean. - 
 
 3 Thou feeft me deaf to thy commands, 
 
 Open, O Lord ! mine ear •, 
 Bid me ftretch out my withered hands, 
 And lift them up in pray'r. 
 
 4 Silent (alas ! thou know'ft how long !) 
 
 My voice I cannot raife •, 
 But, O ! when thou fhalt loofe my tongue, 
 The dumb fhall fing thy praife. 
 
 5 Lame at the pool I dill am found, 
 
 Give, and my ftrength employ ; 
 Light as an hart I then fhall bound,. 
 The lame fhall leap for joy. 
 
 6 Blind 
 
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 6 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, 
 
 And dark I am within •, 
 The love of God I cannot fee, 
 Nor finfulnefs of fin. 
 
 7 But thou, they fay, art pafling by, 
 
 O let me find thee near ! 
 Jefus, in mercy hear my cry, 
 Thou ion of David, hear ! 
 
 8 Long have I waited in the way, 
 
 For thee, the heav'nly light ; 
 Command me to be brought, and fay, 
 " Sinner, receive thy fight/* 
 
 II Y M N XXIV. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 i TESU, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 
 J The weary finner's friend •, 
 Gome to my help, pronounce the word, 
 Bid my corruptions end. 
 
 2 Thou canft o'ercome this heart of mine, 
 Thou canft victorious prove ; 
 For everlafting ftrength is thine, 
 /Vnd everlafting love, 
 
 C 3 Thy 
 
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 3 Thy pow'rful fpirit can fubdue 
 
 Unconquerable fin \ 
 Cleanfe my foul heart, and make it new. 
 And write thy law within. 
 
 4 Bound down with twice ten thoufand ties, 
 
 Yet let me hear thy call ; 
 My foul in, confidence fhall rife, 
 Shall rife and break thro* all. 
 
 5 Speak, and the deaf fhall hear thy voice. 
 
 The blind his fight receive, 
 The dumb in fongs of praife rejoice, 
 The heart of Hone believe. 
 
 6 The JEthiop then fhall change his fkin, 
 
 The dead fhall feel thy pow'r •, 
 The loathfome leper fhall be clean* 
 And I fhall fin abhor. 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 SPIRITUAL BARRENNESS, 
 
 i TV/TOST righteous God, my doom I bear,. 
 •*** My load of guilt, my pain and care, 
 
 Inflav'd to bafe defires ; 
 Hard toiling for imbitter'd bread, 
 I mourn my barren foul o'erfpread 
 "With curfed thorns and briars. 
 
 2 Death's. 
 
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 Death's fentence in myfelf receive, 
 And duft to dull already cleave, 
 
 Exil'd from paradife ; 
 Hafl'ning to hellifh mifery, 
 Jefus, if unredeem'd by thee, 
 
 My foul for ever dies ! 
 
 But Jefus hath my fentence borne, 
 He did in my affliction mourn, 
 
 A man of forrows made \ 
 A fervant and a curfe for me, 
 He bore the utmoft penalty, 
 
 He fuffer'd.in my ftead. 
 
 I fee him fweat great drops of blood, 
 I fee him faint beneath my load ! 
 
 The thorns his temples tear ! 
 He bows his bleeding head and dies ! 
 He lives ! he mounts above the fkies 1 
 
 He claims my Eden there I 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 FOR FAITH. 
 
 A UTHOR of true and faving faith, 
 ■**' That grace to me impart ; 
 Grant me an int'reft in thy death, 
 A new believing heart. 
 
 2 Diimifs 
 
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 2 Difmifs my griefs, my forrows end. 
 
 My reas'ning's voice controul ; 
 Lord, fhew thyfelf a Tinner's friend, 
 And blefs my helplefs foul. 
 
 3 At times thy word's attracting beams 
 
 Have drawn my foul above •, 
 Diffufing thro' my heart the ftreams 
 Of everlafting love. 
 
 4 Sometimes I've had a little tafte, 
 
 And thought thy coming nigh •, 
 But ah ! the blefling did not laft, 
 The vifitant pafs'd by. 
 
 5 And muft I ever mourning go, 
 
 A ftranger to thy love ; 
 Shall I be join'd with faints below. 
 And not with faints above ? 
 
 6 Shall I beneath the gofpel flay, 
 
 And hear the call of grace ; 
 
 And at the awful judgment-day 
 
 Be banifh'd from thy face ? 
 
 7 Lord, grant me to believe in hope. 
 
 That foon thou wilt me blefs •, 
 And at the laft wilt raife me up, 
 A kingdom to poflefs.. 
 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXVII. 
 FOR A CLEAN HEART. 
 
 1 /"^v For an heart to love my God ! 
 ^^ An heart from fin fet free 3 
 
 An heart that always feels the blood, 
 So freely fhed for me ! 
 
 2 An heart refign'd, fubmifiive, meek, 
 
 My dear redeemer's throne ; 
 Where only Chrift is heard to fpeak, 
 Where Jefus reigns alone. 
 
 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true and clean ; 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 4 An heart in every thought renew'd, 
 
 And fill'd with love divine : 
 Perfeft and right, and pure, and good, 
 A copy, Lord ! of thine. 
 
 5 Thy tender heart is ftill the fame, 
 
 And melts at human woe ; 
 Send down thy grace, O blefied Lamb- 1 
 That I thy love may know. 
 
 6 Thr 
 
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 Thy holy nature, Lord ! impart, 
 Come quickly from above - y 
 
 "Write thy new name upon my heart. 
 Thy new beft name of love. 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 LONGING AFTER GOD. 
 
 i /^ Reat God ! indulge my humble claim* 
 ^-* Be thou my joy, my hope, my reft j 
 The glories that compofe thy name, 
 Stand all engag'd to make me bleft ! 
 
 2 Thou great and good, thou juft and wife, 
 
 Be thou my father, and my God ! 
 And make me thine by facred ties, 
 
 Thy fon, thy fervant bought with blood. 
 
 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, 
 
 For thee I long, to thee I look •> 
 As travelers do in thirfty lands 
 Pant for the cooling water-brook. 
 
 4 O may thy love infpire my tongue, 
 
 Salvation ihall be all my fong -, 
 And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs 
 The Lord my ftrength and righteoufnefs. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 THE POOR SINNER. 
 
 POD of my falvation, hear, 
 ^-* And help me to believe -, 
 Simply do I now draw near, 
 
 Thy blefling to receive : 
 Full of guilt, alas ! I am, 
 
 But to thy wounds for refuge flee \ 
 Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was fhed for me. 
 
 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, 
 
 Nor can thy grace procure - 9 
 Empty fend me not away, 
 
 For I, thou know'ft am poor, 
 Duft and afhes is my name, 
 
 My all is fin and mifery : 
 Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was fhed for me. 
 
 ! -Without money, without price, 
 
 I come thy love to buy ^ 
 
 From myfelf I turn my eyes, 
 
 The chief of finners, I: 
 Take, O take me, as I am, 
 
 And let me lofe myfelf in thee *, 
 Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
 Thy blood was fhed for me. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXX. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 ESU, friend of finners, hear. 
 Yet once again, I pray •, 
 From my debt of fin fet clear, 
 
 For I have nought to pay. 
 Speak, O fpeak the kind releafe, 
 
 A poor backfliding foul reftore -, 
 Love me freely, feal my peace, 
 
 And bid me fin no more. 
 
 Sin's deceitfulnefs hath fpread 
 
 An hai dnefs o'er my heart •, 
 But if thou thy fpirit ihed, 
 
 The ftony fhall depart : 
 Shed thy love, thy tendernefs, 
 
 And let me feel thy foft'ning pow'r •, 
 Love me freely, feal my peace, 
 
 And bid me fin no more. 
 
 For this only thing, I pray, 
 
 And this will I require, 
 Take the pow'r of fin away, 
 
 Take ev'ry vain defire : 
 Perfe6l me in holinefs, 
 
 Thine image to my foul reftore-, 
 Love me freely, feal my peace, 
 
 And bid me fin no more. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXI. 
 TO JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 1 TESU, Jefu, king of faints, 
 
 J Known to thee are all my wants i 
 Self-convifted, feif-abhorr'd, 
 I approach thee, deareft Lord, 
 
 2 Known to thee, whofe eyes are flame, 
 I thy love and pity claim ; 
 
 With an eye of love look down, 
 Help, Lord, help me very foon, 
 
 3 Still I feel a fleflily part, 
 Much corruption in my heart ; 
 Oh ! I'm very vile indeed. 
 
 Of thy blood I fure have need. 
 
 4 Break, O break this heart of fionft 
 Form it for thy life alone ; 
 
 Bid each vanity depart, 
 Build thy temple in my heart. 
 
 5 This be my fupport in need, 
 That thou didit lb freely bleed ; 
 Hence my hopes and joys arife, 
 From thy bloody facrifice. 
 
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 6 This confirms me when I'm weak, 
 Comforts me when I'm fick ; 
 Gives me courage when I faint, 
 Well fupplies my ev'ry want. 
 
 7 Saviour to my heart be near, 
 Exercife the fhepherd's care ; 
 Guard my weaknefs by thy grace, 
 Let me feel a conftant peace. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 i f 1 Round, O ground me on the Lamb, 
 ^^ Other Saviours I difclaim ; 
 Fix my heart on thee to flay, 
 Do it, Lord, without delay. 
 
 2 Empty is created good, 
 
 I want more fubftantial food \ 
 All is vanity befide 
 Jefus, and him crucify'd. 
 
 3 Fruitlefs is my fearch to find 
 True ferenity of mind, 
 Till I have with Jefus been, 
 And his fmiling face have feeH. 
 
 4 In 
 
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 4 In thy prefencc may I dwell, 
 Subjeft to thy holy will ; 
 Show'r on me thy pow'r divine, 
 Mortify the man of fin. 
 
 5 While "I traverfe here on earth, 
 Thy kind influ'nee on me breathe - y 
 Reconciled to me appear, 
 
 And thy righteoufnefs bring near. 
 
 6 Grant me flill in grace to grow,. 
 While a pilgrim here below •, 
 Let me by thy Spirit move, 
 And with all my heart thee love. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. 
 
 HUMAN WEAKNESS. 
 
 i TESUS, vouchfafe to hear the cry, 
 J Of a poor feeble heart •, 
 Reach out thy hand, and draw me nigh, 
 Nor let me thence depart. 
 
 2^Myftate deplorable appears, 
 Clearly the fame I fee ; 
 But yet, alas ! can fhed no tears, 
 Nor feel my mifery. 
 
 Dz 3 Beneath 
 
 
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 3 Beneath thy word, the gofpel-word, 
 
 Carelefs and cold I fit ; 
 My heart is hard, extremely hard, 
 Dear Jefus, foften it. 
 
 4 To others, Lord, thou doft convey, 
 
 Thy chearing beams, when crav'd ; 
 And muft I ever go away 
 Empty, and unreliev'd ? 
 
 5 Thunder upon my heart, dear Lord, 
 
 And make each corner fhake, 
 That I may melt beneath thy word, 
 And of thy blifs partake. 
 
 6 Lord, give me patience, give me more* 
 
 Until that hour appear, 
 When I in heart can thee adore, 
 And feel thy prefence there. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 "T\EAR Lord, attend my prayV, 
 ^^ And all my wants relieve ; 
 Come to my heart, and dwell thou there, 
 That thou in me may 'ft live. 
 
 2 In 
 
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 2 In weaknefs I draw nigh 
 Unto the throne of grace : 
 
 Anfwer the finner's mournful cry, 
 And fill me with thy peace. 
 
 3 Thou read'ft my naked breaft, 
 For liberty I groan ; 
 
 I figh in thee, my Lord, to reft, 
 And worihip thee alone. 
 
 4, Fain would I hate my fin, 
 And ponder on thy love ; 
 'Till all be fan&ify'd within, 
 And my whole heart's above. 
 
 5- If trials vex my mind, 
 
 Clofe to thy wounds I'll flee *, 
 No refuge may 1 elfewhere find, 
 No refuge b\it in thee. 
 
 6 To thee I recommend 
 
 My poor and trembling foul ; 
 On thee for future grace depend, 
 Who art my all in all. 
 
 D 3 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXV, 
 MEEKNESS AND HUMILITY. 
 
 1 T ORD, if thou the grace impart, 
 • L/ Poor in fpirit, meek in heart \ 
 I fhall as my matter be, 
 
 Rooted in humility. 
 
 2 From the time that thee I know 5 
 Nothing wou'd I feek below ; 
 Aim at nothing great or high, 
 Lowly both in heart and eye. 
 
 3 Simple, teachable, and mild, 
 Chang'd into a little child •, 
 Pleas'd with all the Lord provides, 
 Wean'd from all the world befides* 
 
 4 Father, fix my foul on thee, 
 Ev'ry evil let me flee •, 
 Nothing want beneath, above, 
 Happy in thy precious love. 
 
 5 O ! that all may feek, and find 
 Every good in Jefus join'd ! 
 Him let Ifrael ftill adore, 
 Truft him, praife him evermore. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXVI, 
 
 PSALM V. 
 
 (^N thee, O God of purity, 
 ^^ I wait for hallowing grace ^ 
 None without holinefs fhall fee 
 
 The glories of thy face : 
 In fouls unholy, and unclean, 
 
 Thou never canft delight ; 
 Nor fhall they, while unfav'd from fin, 
 
 Appear before thy fight. 
 
 But as for me, with humble fear, 
 
 I will approach thy gate ; 
 Though moll unworthy to draw near, 
 
 Or in thy courts to wait : 
 I truft in thine unbounded grace, 
 
 To all fo freely given ; 
 And worfhip t'ward thine holy place, 
 
 And lift my foul to heav'n. 
 
 Lead me in all thy righteous ways, 
 
 Nor fuffer me to Hide ; 
 Point out the path before my face, 
 
 My God, be thou my guide ! 
 O may I ne'er to evil yield, 
 
 Defended from above, 
 And kept, and cover'd with the Ihield 
 
 Of thine almighty love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N XXXVIL 
 
 BREATHING AFTER HOLINESS, 
 
 U 
 
 i r\ That the Lord wou'd guide my ways,. 
 ^ To keep his ftatutes ftill ! 
 
 that my God would give me grace, 
 To know, and do his will ! 
 
 1 Lord, fend thy Spirit down to write 
 Thy law upon my heart ! 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit* 
 Nor aft a liar's part. 
 
 3 From vanity, Lord, turn mine eyes, 
 
 Let no corrupt defign, 
 No covetous defires arife 
 Within this foul of mine. 
 
 4 Order my footfteps by thy word* 
 
 And make my heart fincere v 
 Let fin have no dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my conference clear. 
 
 5 My foul hath gone too far aftray, 
 
 My feet too often flip •, 
 
 1 would not, Lord ! forget thy way, 
 
 Bring back the wand'ring lheep. 
 
 6 Make 
 
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 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 'Tis a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, my heart, or hands, 
 Offend againfl my God. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 PREVENTING GRACE. 
 
 c f\FT' haft thou, Lord, in tender love, 
 ^-^ Prevented my requeft, 
 And fent thy Spirit from above, 
 An unexpected gueft. 
 
 2 Oft' when my pray'r was fcarce begun* 
 Thou didft thy grace impart, 
 And make thy pard'ning mercy known* 
 And feal it on my heart, 
 
 { Why this profufion of thy grace 
 On fuch a worm as me ? 
 Father, I afk, in fixt amaze, 
 Explain the myftery. 
 
 4 Hov/ can'ft thou to a finner's cry 
 Incline thy pitying ear ? 
 Thou hear'ft mine advocate on high, 
 And wilt for ever hear. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 LUKE X. 39. 
 
 1 >TpH E one thing needful, that good part* 
 
 ** Which Mary chofe with all her heart, 
 I wou'd purfue with heart and mind, 
 And feek unweary'd till I find. 
 
 2 Butj oh ! I'm blind and ignorant, J 
 The Spirit of the Lord I want ; 
 
 To guide me in the narrow road, 
 That leads to happinefs and God. 
 
 3 O Lord, my God, to thee I pray, 
 Teach me to know, and find the way 
 How I may have my fins forgiv'n, 
 And fefe^ and furely get to heav'm 
 
 4 My mind enlighten with thy light* 3 t 
 That I may underftand aright 
 The glorious gofpel-myft'ry, 
 Which Ihews the way to heav'n and thee* 
 
 Hidden in Chrift the treafure lies, 
 That goodly pearl of fo great price \ 
 No other way but Chrift, there is 
 To endlefs happinefs and blifs^ 
 
 6 O 
 
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 O Jefus Chrift, my Lord and God, 
 Who haft redeemed me by thy blood - y 
 Unite my heart fo faft to thee, 
 That we may never parted be. 
 
 HYMN XL. 
 A SINNER'S PRAYER. 
 
 1 YK^HEN, gracious Lord, when fhall it be, 
 
 V V That I fhall find my all in thee ; 
 The fulnefs of thy promife prove, 
 The feal of thine eternal love ? 
 
 2 Thee, only thee I fain wou'd find, 
 And caft the world and flefh behind ; 
 An helplefs foul I come to thee, 
 With only fin and mifery. 
 
 3 Lord I am fick, my ficknefs cure \ 
 I want, do thou enrich the poor : 
 Under thy mighty hand I ftoop, 
 O lift the abje6t firmer up. 
 
 4 Lord, I am blind, be thou my fight ; 
 Lord, I am weak, be thou my might ^ 
 An helper of the helplefs be, 
 
 And let me find my all in thee, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLI. 
 
 THE SAME, 
 
 f~\ My Lord, what muft I do ? 
 ^^ Only thou the way canft fhew - 3 
 Thou canft fave me in this hour, 
 I have neither will nor pow'r : 
 God if over all thou art, 
 Greater than the finful heart ; 
 Let it now on me be lliown, 
 Take away the heart of ftone. 
 
 Take away my darling fin, 
 Make me willing to be clean ; 
 Make me willing to receive 
 What thy goodnefs waits to give : 
 Force me, Lord, with all to part, 
 Tear all idols from my heart ; 
 All thy pow'r on me be {hewn, 
 Take away the heart of ftone. 
 
 Jefu, mighty to renew, 
 Work in me to will and do ; 
 Turn my nature's rapid tide, 
 Stem the torrent of my pride, 
 Stop the whirlwind of my will, 
 Bid corruptions, Lord, be ftill ^ 
 Now thy love almighty fliew, 
 Make e'en me a creature new. 
 
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 Arm of God, thy ftrength put on, 
 Bow the heavens, and come down ; 
 All mine unbelief overthrow, 
 Lay th' afpiring mountain low ; 
 Conquer thy worft foe in me, 
 -Get thyfelf the vi&oryv 
 Save the vileft of the race, 
 Force me to be fav'd by grace. 
 
 HYMN XLIL 
 
 DESIRING CHRIST. 
 
 /^OME, O thou univerfal good ! 
 
 ^ Balm of the wounded conscience, come ! 
 
 The hungry, dying fpirit's food, 
 
 The weary wand'ring pilgrim's home ; 
 
 Haven to take the fhipwreck'd in, 
 
 My everlafting reft from fin ! 
 
 Come, O my comfort and delight ! 
 My ftrength and health, my fhield and i 
 My boaft, my confidence, and might, 
 My joy, my glory, and my crown ; 
 My golpel-hope, my calling's prize, 
 My tree of life, my pafadife. 
 
 I 7 H Y M N 
 

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 H Y M N XLIIL 
 
 THE PRESSURE OF SIN, 
 
 x f\ That my load of fin were gone ! 
 ^ O that I cou'd at laft fubmit, 
 At Jefu's feet to lay it down, 
 To lay my foul at Jefu's feet I 
 
 2 When fhall mine eyes behold the Lamb, 
 
 The God of my falvation fee ! 
 Weary, O Lord, thou know'ft I am, 
 Yet ftill I cannot come to thee. 
 
 3 Reft for my foul I long to find, 
 
 Saviour, if mine indeed thou art. 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 Andftamp thine image on my heart. 
 
 4 I wou'd, but thou muft give the pow'r, 
 
 My heart from ev'ry lin releafe j 
 Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
 And fill me with thy heav'nly peace. 
 
 5 Come, Lord, the drooping finner chc. 
 
 Let not my Jefus long delay ; 
 Appear, in my poor heart appear,. 
 My God, my Saviour, come away !- ; 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 AN HUMBLE HOPE. 
 
 i f\ What fhall I do my Saviour to praife, 
 ^ So faithful and true,fo plenteous in grace, 
 So ftrons; to deliver, fo good to redeem 
 The weakeft believer, that hangs upon him* 
 
 2 How happy the man, whofe heart is fet free, 
 k The people that can be joyful in thee ! 
 
 Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, 
 And itill they are talking of Jefus's grace. 
 
 3 Their daily delight fhall be in thy name ; 
 They fhall as their right thy righteoufnefs 
 
 claim, 
 Thy righteoufnefs wearing, and cleans'd by 
 
 thy blood, 
 Bold fhall they appear in the prefence of 
 
 God. 
 
 4 For thou art their boaft, their glory and 
 
 pow'r, 
 And I alfo truft to fee the glad hour, 
 My foul's new creation, a life from the 
 
 dead, 
 TxHe day of falvation, that lifts up my head. 
 
 E 2 5 Yes, 
 
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 5 Yes, Lord, I fhall fee the blifs of thine own, 
 Thy fecret to me fhall foon be made known j 
 For forrow and fadnefs, I joy fhall receive, 
 And ihare in the gladnefs of all that believe. 
 
 H Y M N XLV. 
 
 THE VOICE OF CHRIST. 
 
 i ^PHE voice of my beloved founds 
 ^ Over the rocks, and rifing grounds ^ 
 O'er hills of guilt, and feas of grief, 
 He leaps, he flies to my relief. 
 
 2 Now thro 5 the veil of fiefh I fee, 
 With eyes of love he looks on me •, 
 Now in the gofpel's cleareft glafs, 
 He Ihews the beauties of his face. 
 
 3 Gently he draws my heart along 
 
 Both with his beauties, and his tongue ; 
 Rife, faith my Lord, and come away, 
 No mortal joys are worth thy itay. 
 
 4 Lo ! glad I come, and thou bleft Lamb 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am •, 
 Nothing but fin I thee can give, 
 
 Nothing but love fhall. I receive. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLVI. 
 HUMILIATION. 
 
 1 CHEW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive, 
 ^ Let a repenting rebel live \ 
 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a finner truft in thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but don't furpa 
 The pow'r and glory of thy grace \ 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound. 
 So let thy pard'ning love be found. 
 
 3 O waih my foul from every fin. 
 
 And make my guilty confcience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burthen lies, 
 And paft offences pain my eyes. 
 
 s My lips with fhame, my fins confcfs, 
 Againft thy law, againft thy grace •, 
 Lord, fhould thy judgment grow fevere. 
 I am condemn'd, but thou art clear, 
 
 5 Yet fave a trembling finner, Lord, 
 
 Whofe hope, (till hov'ring round thy word, 
 Wou'd light on fome fweet promife there. 
 Some fure fupport againft defpair. 
 
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 HYMN XLVII. 
 
 THE S A M £. 
 
 P .S A L M LI. 
 
 Thou that hear'ft when finners cry, 
 Tho ? all my crimes before thee lie.;. 
 Behold me not with angry look, 
 But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 
 
 2 I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 Caft out and banifh'd from thy fight ; ; 
 Thy faving-grace, O Lord, reftore, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 
 3 Though I have griev'd thy fpirit, Lord, 
 It's help and comfort ftill afford ; 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne. 
 To plead the merits of thy fon. 
 
 4 My foul lies humbled in the duft, 
 And owns thy awful fentence juit ; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And fave a foul condemned to die. 
 
 5 Then will I teach the world thy ways. 
 Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace ; 
 HI lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And diey fhall praife a pard'ning God. 
 
 H Y M 1 
 
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 HYMN XLVIII. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 1 ' ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin, 
 * L/ And born unholy, and unclean ; 
 Sprung from the man, whofe guilty fall 
 Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 
 
 2 Soon as we draw our infant-breath, 
 The feeds of fin grow up for death ; 
 Thy law demands a perfect heart, 
 But we're defil'din ev'ry part. 
 
 3 Great God, create my heart anew, 
 And form my fpirit pure and true •, 
 O make me wife betimes to fpy 
 My danger, and my remedy. 
 
 4 Behold I fall before thy face, 
 My only refuge is thy grace •, 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean, 
 The leprofy lies deep within. 
 
 5 Jefus, my God, thy blood alone 
 Hath pow'r fufficient to atone •, 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as fnow, 
 No other thing can cleanfe sne fc 
 
 6 While 
 
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 While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace. 
 Nor fleih, nor foul hath reft or eafe ; 
 Lord let me hear thy pard'ning voice, 
 And make my broken heart rejoice. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 i ?] " ORD, I would fpread my fore diftrefs, 
 ■ L/ And guilt before thine eyes •, 
 Agaiaft thy laws, againft thy grace, 
 How high my crimes arife ! 
 
 2 I from the ftock of Adam came. 
 
 Unholy, and unclean ; 
 
 All my original is fhame, 
 
 And all my nature fin. 
 
 3 Born in a world of guilt, I drew 
 
 Contagion with my breath •, 
 And as my days advanc'd, I grew 
 A jufter prey for death. 
 
 4 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and chear my foul 
 
 With thy forgiving love \ 
 O make my broken ipirit whole, 
 And make my fins remove. 
 
 * Let 
 
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 j Let not thy fpirit quite depart* 
 Nor drive me from thy face ; 
 Create anew my vicious heart, 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 
 6 Then will I make thy mercy known 
 Before the fons of men ; 
 Backfliders {hall addrefs thy throne, 
 And turn to God again. 
 
 HYMN L. 
 FOR SERIOUSNESS. 
 
 1 >T*HOU God of glorious majefty ! 
 
 •** To thee, agairrft myfelf, to thee, 
 
 A worm of earth I cry : 
 An half awaken'd child of man, 
 An heir of endlefs blifs or pain, 
 A finner born to die. 
 
 2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded feas I ftand, 
 
 Secure — infenfible ! 
 A point of time, a moment's fpace, 
 Removes me to that heav'nly place, 
 
 Or fhuts me up in hell, ) 
 
 3 OGod 
 
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 O God, mine inmoft foul convert f 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart, 
 
 Eternal things imprefs ; 
 Give me to feel their folemn weight, 
 And tremble on the brink of fate, 
 
 And 'wake to righteoufnefs. 
 
 Before me place in dread array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day. 
 
 When thou with clouds fhalt come, 
 To judge the nations at thy bar, 
 And tell me, Lord ! fnall I be there, 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ! 
 
 Be this my one great bus'nefs here s 
 With ferious induftry and fear, 
 
 My future blifs t'enfure ! 
 Thine utmoft council to fulfil, 
 And fuffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 Then, Saviour, then my foul receive, 
 Tranfported from the vale to live, 
 
 And reign with thee above •, 
 Where faith is fweetly loft in fight, 
 And hope in full fupreme delight. 
 
 And everlafting love, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LI. 
 FOR A BELIEVER. 
 
 1 tJOW, my dear Lord, fhall I exprcfs 
 A The prcfent happinels I lhare ? 
 With joy my heart can now confefs 
 
 That Jeiu's name is written there. 
 
 2 I, who on hufks but lately fed, 
 
 A prodigal eftrang'd from God, 
 Now eat the true and heav'nly bread, 
 And feed on more than angel's food. 
 
 3 Chrift holds me in his arms of grace, 
 
 And marks me for his blood-bought one •, 
 And I thro' faith beholds his face, 
 And feels I'm his adopted ion. 
 
 4 Sunk in love's bottomlefs abyfs, 
 
 With faints and angels now I join , 
 I cannot but my Lord carefs, 
 In melody and fongs divine. 
 
 5 Yet (till I only thirfl, while here 
 
 The happy life of faith to live -, 
 More choice, and riper fruits to bear, 
 Till I on Sion's fhore arrive. 
 
 6 Let 
 
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 Let me purfue the path begun, 
 Gladly therein my days to fpend ^ 
 
 Till all my pilgrimage is done, 
 And faith, and hope in glory end. 
 
 HYMN LII. 
 
 THE DAY OF ESPOUSALS. 
 
 [ O Weet was the hour, the minutes fweet, 
 ^ When my beloved me did meet, 
 
 His death to evidence : 
 My heart, which wounded was before, 
 Kindly he bound ; therein did pour 
 
 Love's healing quintefience. 
 
 Death's heritage he then laid wafte, 
 And calm'd each ftormy furious blaft. 
 
 And cancel'd all mv fins ; 
 Placing his crois before my eyes, 
 Look to me, and be fav'd, he cries, 
 
 From death thy life begins. 
 
 Sweet was the feaft my heart enjoy'd, 
 I ate, I drank, nor was I cloy'd, 
 
 For more I thirfted ftill : 
 Here let me ftay, I longing pray'd, 
 Sure this is Achor's vale, I faid, 
 
 Or holy Tabor's hill. 
 
 4 His 
 
His left hand under me was plac'd, 
 And his and my foul embrac'd, 
 
 I lis kindnefs Iweet did prove: 
 Safely I fat beneath his fhade, 
 Quite round my foul he ovcrfpread 
 
 His canopy of love. 
 
 I fang affur'd of Jefu's love, 
 Refrefh'd with manna from above, 
 
 For flefh no more I cry'd: 
 Warm'd with the fun's enlivening beams* 
 I laid me down at Shiloh's ftreams, 
 
 Content and fatisfy'd. 
 
 Untouch'd by Satan's envious crew, 
 Upon my fleece, like drops of dew, 
 
 His free grace did defcend : 
 Strangers in vain attempt to tell 
 The joy immenfe, unfpeakable, 
 
 I found in Chrift my friend. 
 
 Thus free'd from bondage, I did prove 
 The fweets of his redeeming io 
 
 And bafk'd in funny beams : 
 In this iweet frame may I rejoice, 
 Still hearken to my Saviour's voi 
 
 1 drink thofe living ftreams! 
 
 
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 HYMN LIIL 
 
 THE PETITION. 
 
 i f\ Deareft Lord, give me an heart, 
 ^ Inflam'd with love to thee ; 
 That thro' thy tedious toil and fmart, 
 My foul may happy be. 
 
 2 I want, O Lord, from fin to flee, 
 
 And in thy wounds to reft ; 
 Bid me by faith come near to thee, 
 And lean upon thy bread. 
 
 3 Still let a fenfe of what thotf ft done, 
 
 In my hard heart be felt; 
 That by the love to me thou'ft fhewn, 
 My inmoft foul may melt. 
 
 4 O may I never, never faint, 
 
 Refrelh'd by ftreams of love ; 
 3 Till in thy glory as a faint, 
 1 live with thofe above. 
 
 5 O may I now my all give up, 
 
 To thee, my deareft Lord ; 
 And wait with all thy faints to fup 
 Around the feftal board, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LIV. 
 CHRIST PRECIOUS TO A BELIEVER. 
 
 1 TESUS, I love thy charming name, 
 J 'Tib mufic to my ear ; 
 
 Fain wou'd I found it out fo loud, 
 That earth and heav'n might hear. 
 
 2 Yes, thou art precious to my foul, 
 
 My tranfport, and my truft ; 
 Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is fordid duft. 
 
 O" 
 
 3 All my capacious powers can wiili 
 
 In thee moft richly meet , 
 Nor to my eyes is life fo dear, 
 Nor friendfhip half fo fweet. 
 
 4 O may thy grace ftill chear my heart! 
 
 And fhed its fragrance there ! 
 The nobleft balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll fpeak the honours of thy name 
 
 With my laft lab'ring breath ; 
 When fpeechlefs, clafp thee in my arms* 
 My joy in life and death I 
 
 F 2 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N LV. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 I pOME let us join our chearful longs, 
 ^ With angels round the thrcne ; 
 T-en thoufand thoufand- are their tongues* 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 1 Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry, 
 To be exalted thus •, 
 Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, 
 For he was (lain for us. 
 
 3 Jefus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honour and pow'r divine ; 
 And bleflings more than we can give,. 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 4 Let all that dwell above the fky, 
 
 And air, and earth, and feas; 
 Confpire to lift thy glories high, 
 And fpeak thine endlefs praiic* 
 
 D 
 
 Let all creation join in one, 
 To blefs the facred name 
 
 Of him, that fits upon the throne. 
 And to adore the lamb. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N LVL 
 
 CHRIST OUR WISDOM. 
 
 TjOW heavy is the night, 
 ■*• A That hangs upon our eyes - 3 
 'Till Chrift with his reviving light, 
 Upon our fouls arife ? 
 
 Our guilty fpirits dread 
 To meet the wrath of heav'n \ 
 But in his righteoufnefs array'd, 
 We fee our fins for^iv'n, 
 
 D 
 
 3 Unholy, and impure 
 
 Are all our thoughts and w r ays \ 
 His hands infected nature cure, 
 With fanftifying grace. 
 
 4 The pow'rs of hell agree 
 To hold our fouls in vain ; 
 
 He fets the fons of bondage free, 
 And breaks the curfed chain* 
 
 5 Lord, we adore thy ways, 
 To bring us near to God ; 
 
 Thy fov'reign pow'r, thy healing grace^ 
 And thine atoning blood. 
 
 F 3 HYMN 
 
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 II Y M N LVIL 
 
 CHRIST'S COMPASSION TO 
 THE TEMPTED. 
 
 1 TXT'ITH joy we meditate the -grace 
 
 Of our high-prieft above i 
 His heart is made of tendernefs, 
 His bowels melt with love. 
 
 2 Touched with, a fympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 He knows what fore temptations mean, 
 For he hath felt the fame. 
 
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 He ia the days of feeble, flefh 
 
 Pour'd out ftrong cries and tears; 
 
 And in his meafure feels afrefh, 
 What ev'ry member bears. 
 
 4 He ! ll never quench the fmoaking flax 
 
 But r-aife it to a flame ; 
 The bruifed reed he. never breaks, 
 Nor fcorns the meaneft name. 
 
 5 Then let our humble faith addrefs 
 
 ; .His mercy, and his pow'r ; 
 We fhall obtain deliv'ring grace, 
 In the diftrefllng hour. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HE Y M N LVI 
 LOVE. 
 
 1 TJ A P P Y the heart, where graces reign > 
 ■*■ Where love inipires the breaft ; 
 Love is the brighteit of the train, 
 
 And perfects all the reft* 
 
 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, 
 
 And all in vain our tear •, 
 Our ftubborn fins will fight and rcr 
 If love be abfent there. 
 
 3 5 Tis love that makes our chearful feet 
 
 In fwift obedience move ; 
 The devils know, and tremble too, 
 But Satan cannot love, 
 
 4 This is the grace that lives and fings, 
 
 When faith and hope lhall ceafe - 9 
 'Tis this (hall ftrike.our joyful firings, 
 In the fweet realms of blifs. 
 
 5 When join'd to that harmonious throng, 
 
 That fills the choirs above ; 
 Then fhall we tune our golden harps, . 
 And ev'ry note be love, 
 
 ; Y H HYMN 
 
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 II Y M N LIX. 
 
 LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 
 
 i TV/fY God, the fp ring of all my joys, 
 **** The life of my delights ; 
 The glory of my brighteft days, 
 And comfort of my nights ! 
 
 2 In darkeft fhades if thou appear, 
 
 My dawning is begun ! 
 Thou art my foul's bright morning-flar, 
 And thou my rifing fun, 
 
 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me fhine 
 
 With beams of facred blifs, 
 When Jefus ihews his mercy's mine, 
 And whifpers, I am his. 
 
 4 My foul cou'd leave this heavy clay, 
 
 At that tranfporting word •, 
 Run up with joy the ihining way 
 To meet and praife my Lord. 
 
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 Fearlefs of hell and ghaftly death, 
 
 I'd break thro* ev'ry foe ; 
 The wings of love, and arms of faith 5 
 
 Shall bear me conqu'ror through. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N LX. 
 
 CHRIST'S LOVE UNIVERSAL. 
 
 J ^TpH E Saviour's love once truly known* 
 The man of fin, and felf pulls down » 
 Humbles the finner at his feet, 
 And makes his wounds and pafllon fweet. 
 
 2 Bow'd down in Ihame we gladly own 
 The work to be the Lord's alone \ 
 To him our very all we owe, 
 
 What of ourfelves, or God, we know. 
 
 3 Our works no longer then we praife, 
 Nothing extol but Jefu's grace ; 
 Free and unmerited we prove 
 
 The boundlefs height and depth of love, 
 
 4 While thus we learn the needful part, 
 Shame fills, love warms the grateful heart; 
 While on his fufPring form we mufe, 
 Our cares, and very thoughts we lofe. 
 
 5 We (land amaz'd, and wonder why 
 The Saviour cou'd for frnners die •, 
 We blufh to fee him in his blood ; 
 Y?t here we look, and drop our load. 
 
 6 Then 
 
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 6 Then, O my foul, how canft thou be 
 So cold to him, who dy'd for thee ? 
 All bleffings from the crofs proceed, 
 Look there, my foul, in all thy need. 
 
 HYMN LXL 
 
 PHIL, IV. 4. 
 
 i T3E J O I C E the Lord is king, 
 A Your God and king adore - 9 
 Mortals give thanks, and fing, 
 
 And triumph evermore : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns, 
 
 The God of truth and love ; 
 When he had purg'd our ftains, 
 
 He took his feat above : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 3 His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heav'n; 
 The keys of death and hell 
 
 Are to our Jefus giv'n : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice* 
 Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice. 
 
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 He fits at God's right hand, 
 
 'Till all his foes fubmit, 
 And bow to his command, 
 
 And fall beneath his feet : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice. 
 
 He all his foes fhall quell, 
 
 Shall all our fins deftroy, 
 And ev'ry bofom lweli 
 
 With pure feraphic joy : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, 
 Rejoice, again I lay, rejoice. 
 
 Rejoice in glorious hope, 
 
 Jefus the judge fhall come, 
 And take his fervants up, 
 
 To their eternal home : 
 We foon fhall hear th' archangel's voice, 
 : trump of God fhall found, rejoice. 
 
 II Y M N LXII. 
 
 THE BELIEVER'S REQUEST. 
 
 i TESUS, the Saviour of my foul, 
 J Be thou my heart's delight ; 
 Remain the fame to me alway, 
 My joy by day and night. 
 
 2 Hungry 
 

 
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 Hungry and thirfty after thee 
 May I be found each hour ; 
 
 Humble in heart, and happy kept, 
 By thy almighty pow'r. 
 
 O may I never once forget 
 
 What a poor worm I am ; 
 From death and hell redecm'd by bloody 
 
 The blood of God's dear lamb. 
 
 4 May thy bleft fpirit in my heart, 
 
 Sweetly diffule abroad 
 The love of God, th'incarnate God, 
 Who bought me with his blood*. 
 
 5 In holy reverence I wou'd 
 
 With all my heart retain 
 Th' atonement made by Jefu's blood, 
 And all his wounds and pain, 
 
 6 The myft'ry of redeeming love, 
 
 Be ever dear to me •, 
 And may the flefh and blood of Chrifl 
 My choiceft dainty be. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXIII. 
 REJOICE EVERMORE. 
 
 T> E J O I C E evermore, 
 
 A With angels above. 
 In Jefus's power, 
 
 In Jefus's love ; 
 With glad exultation 
 
 Your triumph proclaim, 
 Afcribing falvation 
 
 To God and the Lamb. 
 
 Thou, Lord, our relief 
 
 In trouble haft been, 
 Halt fav'd us from grief, 
 
 Haft fav'd us from fin -, 
 The pow'r of thy fpirit 
 
 Can let our hearts free ; 
 And we fhall inherit 
 
 All fulnefs in thee. 
 
 All fulnefs of peace, 
 
 All fulnefs of joy, 
 And fpiritual blifs 
 
 That never can cloy : 
 To us it is given 
 
 In Jefus to know, 
 A kingdom of heaven., 
 
 An heaven below. 
 
 G 4 No 
 
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 No longer we join 
 
 Where finners invite, 
 Or envy the fwine 
 
 Their brutifh delight ; 
 Their joy is all fadnefs, 
 
 Their mirth is all vain 5 
 Their laughter is madnefs, 
 
 Their pleafure is pain. 
 
 O may they at laft 
 
 With forrow return, 
 The pleafure to tafte 
 
 For which they were born! 
 Our Jefus receiving, 
 
 Our happinefs prove, 
 The joy of believing, 
 
 The heaven of love. 
 
 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 1 ]' O! to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 ■*""' Thy promis'd help I claim > 
 Father of mercies, glorify 
 The holy Jefu's name. 
 
 s Salvation in that name is found, 
 Balm of my grief and care \ 
 A medicine for my ev'ry wound, 
 All, all I want is there, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXV. 
 CHRIST OUR ONLY REFUGE. 
 
 i TJ O W bleft are they, whofe feet have 
 
 * *■ found 
 
 The way unto Immanuel's ground ; 
 And ftedfaftly do walk therein, 
 Far from the crooked paths of fin ! 
 
 2 Their weary fpirits fweetly reft 
 Contentedly on Jefu's bread •, 
 They fo much of his mercy prove, 
 As that they cannot help but love. 
 
 3 In peace their hearts enjoy the Lamb, 
 Who once was wrapt in human frame •, 
 They view within his bloody rays, 
 The objeft of eternal praife. 
 
 4 His fpirit fhews their fins forgiv'n, 
 And feals them for the heirs of heav'n ; 
 And gives them patience here to wait, 
 'Till Jefus them to blifs tranflate. 
 
 5 He arms them for the evil day ; 
 
 And while in heart with him they flay, 
 He guides them with his mighty pow'r, 
 And brings them thro' the trying hour. 
 
 G 2 6 Then 
 
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 Then reft, my foul, upon thy Lord, 
 Ev'n Jefus Chrift, the living word - y 
 And then thy joy fhall ne'er decay, 
 'Till it break out in endlels day. 
 
 HYMN LXVI. 
 
 EPHESIANS II. 
 
 F him, who did falvation bring, 
 
 1 O 
 
 ^^ I cou'd for ever think and fing \ 
 Arife, ye guilty, he'll forgive ; 
 Arife, ye poor, he will relieve. 
 
 2 Eternal Lord, almighty king, 
 
 All heav'n doth with thy triumphs ring ! 
 Thou conquer'ft all, beneath, above, 
 Devils with force, and men with love ! 
 
 3 Afk but his grace, and lo! 'tis giv'n, 
 Afk, and he turns your hell to heav'n * 
 Tho' fin and forrow wound my foul, 
 Jefu, thy balm can make it whole. 
 
 4 Guide thou, OLord, guide thou my courfe, 
 And draw me on with thy fweet force ; 
 Still make me walk, ftiil make me tend, 
 By thee my way, to Gcd my end. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXVII. 
 
 TO JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 i r\ Thou, in whom the Gentiles truft, 
 ^ Thou only holy, only juft ^ 
 O tune our fouls to praife thy name, 
 Jefus! unchangeable, the fame ! 
 
 2 If angels, whilft to thee they fing, 
 Wrap up their faces in their wing ; 
 How fhall we finful duft draw nigh, 
 Thy great, and awful majefty ? 
 
 3 Glory to thee, aufpicious Lamb ! 
 Thou holy Lord, thou great I AM ! 
 With all our pow'r thy grace we blefs, 
 Our joy, our peace, our righteoufnefs ! 
 
 4 Live, ever glorious Jefus ! live, 
 Worthy all bleflings to receive ! 
 Worthy on high enthron'd to fit, 
 With ev'ry pow'r beneath thy feet f 
 
 5 Bleflings for ever on the Lamb, 
 Who bore the curfe for finful man$ 
 Let angels found the facred name, 
 And ev'ry creature fay Amen. 
 
 G * HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXVIII. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 TJ AIL thou once defpifed Jefus ! 
 ^ Hail thou Galilean king ! 
 Who didft fuffer to releafe us, 
 
 Who didft free falvation bring ! 
 Hail thou univerfal Saviour, 
 
 Who haft born our fin and fhame, 
 By whofe merits we find favour, 
 
 Life is given thro 5 thy name ! 
 
 Pafcal Lamb by God appointed, 
 
 All our fins were on thee laid ! 
 By almighty love anointed, 
 
 Thou haft full atonement made > 
 Ev'ry fin may be forgiv'n, 
 
 Thro' the virtue of thy blood ; 
 Open'd is the gate of heav'n, 
 
 Peace is made 'twixt man and God, 
 
 Jefus hail ! enthroned in glory. 
 
 There for ever to abide ! 
 All the heav'nly hofts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy father's fide : 
 There for finners thou art pleading, 
 
 Spare them yet another year - 9 — 
 Thou for faints art interceding, 
 
 'Till in glory they appear. 
 
 4 Worfhip, 
 
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 Worfhip, honour, pow'r and bleffing, 
 
 Chrilt is worthy to receive — 
 Loudeft praifes without ceafing, 
 
 Meet it is for us to give ! 
 Help ye bright angelic fpirits, 
 
 Bring your fweeteft, nobleft lays, 
 Help to ling Chrift Jelu's- merits, 
 
 Help to chaunt Immanuel's praife. 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 i POME, let us all unite to praife 
 ^ The Saviour of mankind, 
 Our thankful hearts in folemn lays, 
 .Be with our voices join'd* 
 
 2 But how fhall dull his worth declare. 
 
 When angels try in vain 5 
 Their faces veil when they appear 
 Before the fon of man. 
 
 3 O Lord, we cannot filent be, 
 
 By love we are conitrain'd 
 To offer our bed thanks to thee, — 
 Our Saviour, and our friend ! 
 
 4 Tho* 
 
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 4 Tho' feeble are our beft effays, 
 
 Thy love will not defpife ; 
 Our grateful fongs of humble praife, 
 Our well-meant facrifice. 
 
 5 Let ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs ftiow, 
 
 And fpread abroad thy fame ; 
 Let evYy heart with praife o'er flow, 
 And blefs thy facred name ! 
 
 6 Worlhip and honour, thanks and love, 
 
 Be to our Jefus giv'n ! 
 By men below — by hofts above — 
 By all- in earth and heav'n ! 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 REDEEMING LOVE, 
 
 1 V[OW begin the heav'nly theme, 
 ■*^ Sing -aloud in Jefu's name*, 
 Ye, who Jefu's kindnefs prove, 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 2 Ye, who fee the Father's grace, 
 Beaming in the Saviour's face^ 
 As to Canaan on ye move, 
 Praife and blefs redeeming love. 
 
 3 Mourning 
 
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 3 Mourning fouls dry up your tears > 
 Banifh all your guilty fears ; 
 
 See your guilt and curie remove* 
 Cancell'd by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
 Willing flaves of death and fin j 
 Now from blifs no longer rove, 
 Stop — and tafte redeeming love, 
 
 5 Welcome all by fin oppreft, 
 Welcome all to Jefus Chrift •, 
 Nothing brought him from above.. 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 6 He fubdu'd th* infernal pow'rs, 
 His tremendous foes and ours, 
 From their curfed empire drove, 
 Mighty in redeeming love. 
 
 7 Hither then your mufic bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful firing j 
 Mortals join the holts above, 
 Join to praife redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXXL 
 
 A PRAYER. 
 
 I T> E with me, Lord, where'er I go, 
 -*-* Learn me what thou wou'd'ft have me 
 
 do ; 
 
 Suggeft whatever I think or fay, 
 Direft me in the narrow way. 
 
 1 Prevent me left I harbour pride, 
 Left I in my own ftrength confide •, 
 Shew me my weaknefs, let me fee 
 I have my pow'r, my all from thee. 
 
 3 Enrich me alway with thy love, 
 My kind protection ever prove ; 
 Thy fignet put upon my breaft, 
 And let thy fpirit on me reft. 
 
 4 Afilft, and teach me how to pray, 
 Incline my nature to obey ; 
 
 What thou abhorr'ft, that let me flee, 
 And only love what pleafes thee. 
 
 5 O may I never do my will, 
 But thine, and only thine fulfil ; 
 Let all my time, and all my ways 
 Be fpent, and ended to thy praife. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXXII. 
 
 PSALM XCIII. 
 
 T^ E fervants of God, 
 
 Your mailer proclaim \ 
 And publifh abroad 
 
 His wonderful name : 
 The name all-viftorious 
 
 Of Jefus extol •, 
 His kingdom is glorious, 
 
 And rules over all. 
 
 God ruleth on high, 
 
 Almighty to fave ; 
 And ftill he is nigh, 
 
 His prefence we have: 
 The great congregation 
 
 His triumph fhall fing, 
 Afcnbing falvation 
 
 To Jefus our king. 
 
 Salvation to God, 
 
 Who fits on the throne -> 
 Let all cry aloud, 
 
 And honour the fon : 
 Our Jefus's praifes 
 
 The angel's proclaim, 
 Fall down on their faces, 
 
 And worfhip the Lamb, 
 
 4 Ther^ 
 
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 Then let us adore, 
 
 And give him his right ; 
 All glory and pow'r, 
 
 And wifdom and might : 
 All honour and blefling, 
 
 With angels above ; 
 And thanks never ceafmg, 
 
 And infinite love. 
 
 HYMN LXXIIL 
 
 T E D E U M. 
 
 TJ O W can we adore, 
 ■*■ Or worthily praife, 
 Thy goodnefs and pow'r, 
 
 Thou God of all grace! 
 With honour and blefling 
 
 Before thee we fall, 
 Mod gladly confefling 
 
 Thee Father of all. 
 
 The heav'ns and earth, 
 
 And water and air, 
 To thee owe their birth, 
 
 Subfift by thy care ; 
 While angels are finging 
 
 Thy.praifes above, 
 We mortals are bringing 
 
 Our tribute of love. 
 
 2 Thou 
 
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 Thou Saviour, art one 
 
 With God the fupreme, 
 His eternal fon, 
 
 And ^equal with him : 
 Inverted with glory, 
 
 On high doft thou fit, 
 While angels adore thee, 
 
 And bow at thy feet. 
 
 How great was thy love ! 
 
 How wond'rous thy grace ! 
 Thou cam'ft from above 
 
 To fave a loft race •, 
 And man to deliver, 
 
 Of woman was born, 
 That ev'ry believer 
 
 To God might return. 
 
 A o* 
 
 How foon will thy feat 
 
 Of judgment appear ! 
 Prepare us to meet. 
 
 And welcome thee there ! 
 Thy w r itneffing fpirit 
 
 In us fhed abroad ; 
 And bid us inherit 
 
 The kingdom of God ! 
 
 U HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 UNDER TEMPTATION. 
 
 1 TESU, lover of my foul, 
 
 J Let me to thy bofom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempeft ftill is high : 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 
 'Till the ftorm of life is paft ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 receive my foul at laft ! 
 
 2 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helplefs foul on thee, 
 Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still fupport and comfort me : 
 All my truft on thee is ftay'd, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ♦, 
 Cover my defencelefs head, 
 
 With the fhadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O (Thrift, art all I want, 
 
 More than all in. thee I find •, 
 Raife the fallen, chear the faint, 
 
 Heal the fick and lead the blind : 
 Juft and holy is thy name, 
 
 1 am all unrighteoufnefs ! 
 Vile, and full of fin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous 
 
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 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to pardon all my fin: 
 Let the healing dreams abound, 
 
 Make, and keep me pure within : 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rife to all eternity ! 
 
 HYMN LXXV. 
 CHRISTOURGREATMELCHISEDEC. 
 
 1 'TPHOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb! 
 
 ^ We love to hear of thee •, 
 No mufic's like thy charming name, 
 
 Nor half lb fweet can be ! 
 O may we ever hear thy voice, 
 
 In mercy to us fpeak ! 
 And In our prieft will we rejoice, 
 
 Thou great Melchifedec ! 
 
 2 Our Jefus fhall be ftill our theme, 
 
 While in this world we ftay ; 
 We'll fing our Jefu's lovely name, 
 
 When all things elfe decay : 
 When we appear in yonder cloud, 
 
 With all his favour'd throng \ 
 Then will we fing more fweet, and loud, 
 
 And Chrift fhall be our long. 
 
 H 2 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXXVL 
 CHRIST OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS, 
 
 1 TE S U, thy blood and righteoufnefs, 
 J My beauty are, my glorious drefs * 
 Midft flaming worlds in thefe array'd, 
 With joy fhall I lift up my head. 
 
 2 When from the duft of death I rife, 
 To claim my manfion in the ikies ; 
 E'en then fhall this be all my plea, 
 
 " Jefus hath ljv'd, hath dy'd for me." 
 
 g Bold fhall I ftand in that great day, 
 For who ought to my charge fhall lay ? 
 Fully thro' thee abfolv'd I am 
 From fin and fear, from guilt and fhame. 
 
 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
 Thus all the armies bought with blood, 
 Saviour of finners thee proclaim ; 
 Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 
 
 5 This fpotlefs robe the fame appears, 
 When ruin'd nature finks in years ^ 
 No age can change its glorious hue, 
 
 The grace of Chrift is ever new. 
 
 6 O 
 
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 O let the dead now hear thy voice, 
 Now bid thy banifh'd ones rejoice, 
 Their beauty this, their glorious drefs, 
 Jefus, the Lord our righteousness. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. 
 
 LONGING AFTER JESUS, 
 
 i T"\Eareft Jefus, come to me, 
 *** And abide eternally ; 
 Worthy friend of finners, come, 
 Fill, and make my heart thine home. 
 
 2 Oftentimes for thee I figh, 
 Nothing elie can give me joy *, 
 This is itill my cry to thee, 
 Deareft Jeius come to me. 
 
 3 Cou'd I clearly fee above, 
 What thy faints poffefs in love y 
 All wou'd be but mifery, 
 Except Jefus was with me.. 
 
 4 Son of God, my deareft Lord, 
 All my crown, and my reward ; 
 Thou, who freely dy'd'ft for me, , 
 Shalt alone my bridegroom be. 
 
 H 2 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXXVIIL 
 
 /^\ Heavenly king, 
 
 ^^ Look down from above i 
 
 Afllft us to fing, 
 
 Thy mercy and love r 
 So fweetly o'erflowing, 
 
 So plenteous the ftore, 
 Thou ftill art bellowing, 
 
 And giving us more. 
 
 O God of our life, 
 
 We hallow thy name \ 
 Our bus'nefs and ftrife 
 
 Is thee to proclaims 
 Accept our thankfgiving 
 
 For creating grace, 
 The living, the living 
 
 Shall fhew forth thy praife, 
 
 Our father and Lord, 
 
 Almighty art thou ; 
 Preferv'd by thy word, 
 
 We worlhip thee now : 
 The bountiful donor 
 
 Of all we enjoy ; 
 Our tongues to thine honour, 
 
 And lives we'll employ. 
 
 4 But 
 
i 
 
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 But O ! above all 
 
 Thy kindnefs we praife> 
 From fin and from thrall 
 
 Which faves a loft race ^ 
 Thy fon thou haft giv'n 
 
 A world to redeem. 
 And bring us to heav'n, 
 
 Whofe truft is in him* 
 
 Wherefore of thy love 
 
 We fing and rejoice, 
 With angels above 
 
 We lift up our voice •, 
 Thy love each believer 
 
 Shall gladly adore, 
 For ever and ever, 
 
 When time is no more, 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 SALVATION. 
 
 CAlvation! O the joyful found ! 
 ^ What pleafure to our ears ! 
 A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 Salvation 1 let the eccho fly 
 
 The fpacious earth around, 
 While all the armies of the fky, 
 
 Confpire to raife the found ! 
 
 3 Salvation ! 
 
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 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 To thee the praife belongs : 
 Salvation lhall infpire our hearts, 
 
 And dwell upon our tongues. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. 
 
 DESIRING PERSEVERANCE. 
 
 i: TJT AIL, Alpha and Omega, hail ! 
 A A Author of all our faith, 
 The finiflier of all our hopes, 
 The truth, the life, the path. 
 
 2 Hail, firft and laft, the morning ftar a 
 
 In whom we live and move ; 
 Increafe our little fpark of faith, 
 And purify our love, 
 
 3 Let that belief, which Jefus taught, 
 
 Be treafur'd in our breaft ; 
 
 The evidence of unfeen joys, 
 
 The fubftance of our reft. 
 
 4 O let us go from ftrength to ftrength, 
 
 From grace to greater grace, 
 From one degree of faith to more, 
 'Till we behold thy face. 
 
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 HYMN LXXXL 
 STRIVING TO PRAISE CHRIST. 
 
 1 '; E T us, the fheep by Jefus nam'd, 
 
 Our fhepherd's mercy blefs ; 
 Let us, whom Jefus hath redeem'd, 
 Shew forth our thankfulnefs, 
 
 2 Not unto us, to thee alone, 
 
 Be praife and glory giv'n •, 
 Here fhall thy praifes be begun. 
 But carry'd on in heav'n. 
 
 A The hofts of fpirits now with thee, 
 Eternal anthems fing ; 
 To imitate them here, lo! we 
 Our hallelujahs bring. 
 
 4 Had we our tongues like them infpir'c^ 
 
 Like theirs our fongs fhou'd rife ; 
 Like them we never fhou'd be tir'd, 
 But love the facrifice. 
 
 5 'Till we this veil of flefh lay down, 
 
 Accept our weaker lays -, 
 And when, O Lord, we reach thy throne, 
 We'll join in nobler praife. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HY M N LXXX1L 
 RESTING UNDER THE CROSS. 
 
 1 /^Hildren of Ifraelfee what fiiade 
 ^ The crofs does us afford ; 
 
 It was for weary trav'lers made > 
 We thank thee for it, Lord. 
 
 2 Here let us fit, and all prepare 
 
 To fing his worthy fame ; 
 Who to redeem us fojourn'd here, 
 Chrift Jefus is his name. 
 
 3 We fing thy fufPrings, wounds and blood* 
 
 The virtue of thy pain; 
 We fing thy griefs, thou dying God* 
 Thou Lamb for finners (lain. 
 
 4 We hail thee, thou by Jews revil'd, 
 
 To thee we bow the knee ; 
 Hail ! very God, the promised child, 
 The prophets fang of thee. 
 
 5 While others praife an unknown God x 
 
 We each will fing of thee •, 
 Jefus has walh'd me in his blood,. 
 
 And.livM, and dy'd for me, 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN LXXXIIL 
 PRIVILEGES OF GOD's CHILDREN, 
 
 1 T> L E S S E D are the fons of God, 
 
 "" They are bought withChrift's own blood j 
 They are ranibm'd from the grave, 
 Life eternal they fhall have : 
 God did love them in his fon, 
 Long before the world begun ; 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 2 They the feal of this receive, 
 When on Jeius they beleive ; 
 They are juftify'd by grace, 
 They enjoy a folid peace : 
 All their fins are wafh'd away, 
 They fhall ftand in God's great day , 
 V>'ith them number'd may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 3 They produce the fruits of grace, 
 In the works of righteoufnefs -, 
 They are harmlels, meek and mild, 
 Holy, humble, undefil'd : 
 
 They are lights upon the earth, 
 Children of an heav'nly birth : 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 4 Born 
 
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 Born of God, they hate all fin, 
 God's pure feed remains within ; 
 They have fellowship with God, 
 Thro 5 the mediator's blood : 
 One with God, with Jefus one, 
 Glory is in them begun •, 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 Tho' they fuffer much on earth, 
 Strangers quite to this world's mirth ; 
 Yet they have an inward joy, 
 Pleafures that can never cloy ; 
 They alone are truly bleft, 
 Heirs of God, joint-heirs with Chrift ; 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. 
 
 i f\ Come, thou wounded Lamb of God ! 
 ^ Come, wafh us in thy cleanfing blood* 
 Give us to know thy love, then pain 
 Is fweet, and life or death is gain. 
 
 2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be 
 For ever clos'd to all but thee •, 
 Seal thou our breafts, and let us wear 
 That pledge of love for ever there. 
 
 2 How 
 
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 be thou heav'nly king, 
 Th i'd'il man to glory bring ! 
 
 Make ftavcs tl a riers of thy throne, 
 And give them an immortal crown ! 
 
 4 Ah, Lord ! enlarge our icanty thought, 
 To know the wonders thou haft wrought ; 
 Unloofe our ftamm'ring tongues to tell 
 Thy love immenfe, unfearchable. 
 
 5 Firft-born of many brethren, thou, 
 
 To thee both earth and heav'n muft bow ; 
 Help us to thee our all to give, 
 Thine may we die, thine may we live ! 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. 
 
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 r\ Jefu, Jefu, deareft Lord, 
 
 ^^^ How w r ond'rous is thy love ! 
 Thy patience, pity, tenderneis, 
 Which I each moment prove ! 
 
 z O Lord, how faithlefs is my heart, 
 How apt to turn afide^ 
 And wander in its own deceits, 
 Of reaibning and pride ! 
 
 3 Yet deareft Saviour, love me (till, 
 The pooreft, and the worft; 
 lor well I know 7 where fin abounds s 
 Thy grace aboundeth moft. 
 
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 4 Yet let me not thy grace abufe, 
 
 And fin becaufe thou'rt good ; 
 But let thy love fill me with fhame, 
 That I thy love withftood. 
 
 5 Saviour of finners, now do this, 
 
 Let me not turn away ♦, 
 From thy dear crofs, and bleeding wounds, 
 But bind me there to flay ! 
 
 € On me, my king, exert thy pow'r, 
 Make old things pafs away ; 
 Create all new, and draw me ftill, 
 Still nearer ev'ry day. 
 
 7 I thank and praife thee, deareft Lord, 
 For all that thou haft done, 
 O take me to thee as I am, 
 For thy redeemed one ! 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. 
 
 TMfciples of Chrift, 
 
 -*^ Ye friends of the Lamb ; 
 
 Attend, and aflift 
 
 In finging his fame : 
 Eternal thankfgiving 
 
 The faithful fliou'd pay, 
 The living, the living, 
 
 As we do this day. 
 
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 A body of clay- 
 He humbly put on, 
 
 And then took away 
 The fin we had done •, 
 
 And in it endured 
 The wrath to us due, 
 
 The curfe we incurred, 
 Our itripes and our woe. 
 
 Not only he dy'd, 
 
 But alio arole ; 
 Laid weaknefs afide, 
 
 And over his foes, 
 (Sin, death and the devil,) 
 
 He triumphed o'er, 
 And every evil 
 
 Dominion and pow'r. 
 
 O merciful Lamb, 
 
 Who fits on the throne, 
 We bow at thy name, 
 
 We count thee alone 
 Deferving our bleffing, 
 
 And bleffing we'll give, 
 Without ever ceafing, 
 
 So long as we live. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN LXXXV 
 
 REJOICING IN HOPE. 
 
 * 1V/T Y Saviour, my almighty friend, 
 " LyA When I begin to praiie -, 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlafting truft, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I adore ! 
 Send down thy grace, O blefied Lord, 
 That I may love thee more. 
 
 3 My feet fhall travel all the length 
 
 Of the celeftial road ; 
 And march with courage in thy ftrength, 
 To fee the Lord my God. 
 
 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The victories of my king ! 
 My foul redeem'd from fin and hell, 
 Shall thy falvation fing. 
 
 5 My tongue fhall all the day proclaim 
 
 My Saviour, and my God •, 
 His death has brought my foes to lhame, 
 And drown'd them in his blood. 
 
 4 Awake, 
 
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 Awake, awake my tuneful pow'rs, 
 With this delightful fong; 
 
 Fll entertain the darkeft hours, 
 Nor think the k?Son long. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. 
 
 TRUE FAITH. 
 
 r\ Love, thou bottomlefs abyfs ! 
 ^^ My fins are fwallow'd up in thee ; 
 Cover'd is my unrighteoufnefs, 
 
 From condemnation I am free ; 
 Whilit Jefu's blood thro' earth and fkies, 
 Mercy, free boundlefs mercy ! cries. 
 
 With faith I plunge me in that fea ; 
 
 Here is my hope, my joy, my reft! 
 Hither when hell afiaults, I flee, 
 
 I look into my Saviour's bread ; 
 Away fad doubts, and anxious fear, 
 Mercy is all that's written there. 
 
 Tho' waves and ftorms go o'er my head, 
 Tho' ftrength, and health, and friends be 
 gone-, 
 Tho' joys be wither'd all and dead, 
 
 Tho' ev'ry comfort be withdrawn : 
 Stedfaft on this my foul relies, 
 Father thy mercy never dies ! 
 
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 4 Fixt on this ground wou'd I remain, 
 
 Tho' my heart fail, and fleih decay •, 
 
 This anchor fhall my foul fuftain, 
 
 When earth's foundations melt away : 
 
 Mercy's full pov/'r I then fhall prove, 
 Lov'd with an everlaiting love. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 
 FOR THE SPIRIT OF ADOPTION, 
 
 i T^ATHER, (if thou my father art) 
 A Send forth the Spirit of thy fon ^ 
 Breathe him into my panting heart, 
 
 And make me know as I am known $ 
 Make me thy confcious child, that I 
 May Father, Abba, Father, cry ! 
 
 2 O that the comforter wou'd come, 
 
 . Nor vifit as a tranfient gueft •, 
 But fix in me his conftant home, 
 
 And keep pofleffion of my breaft - y 
 And make my foul his lov'd abode,. 
 The temple cf in-dwelling God ! 
 
 3 Come, holy Ghoft, my foul infpire, 
 
 Atteft that I am born again j 
 Come and baptize me, Lord, with fire, 
 
 Nor let thy former gifts be vain : 
 O grant the iaii^ of fin forgiv'n, 
 O grant the earned of my heav'n. 
 
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 O give th' indifputable fealj 
 
 That afcertains the kingdom mine ! 
 
 That powerful (tamp I long to feel, 
 The fignature of love divine : 
 
 O fhed it in my heart abroad, 
 
 Fulneis of love, of heav'n, of God ! 
 
 HYMN XC, 
 
 A PRAYER FOR GRACE. 
 
 A H ! Lord, how faithlefs is my heart, 
 •^ How very apt from thee to ftray ! 
 Juft like a broken bow I dart, 
 
 And nature drives to bear the fway : 
 Was ever one fo vile, fo bleft ! 
 So foul, yet by the Lamb carefs'd ! 
 
 Forbid, O Lord, each vain defire, 
 And bind my paflions to thy crofs ; 
 
 Quench all the fparks of nature's fire, 
 And bid me count my gain but lois : 
 
 Lord Jefus, tear each idol down, 
 
 And 'ftablifh in my heart thy throne. 
 
 O let thy grace wipe off my tears, 
 And fpeak the temped to a calm ; 
 
 O warm my heart, and charm my fears, 
 Be thou a never failing balm ; 
 
 The maladies of fin remove, 
 
 And fill my foul with heav'nly love. 
 
 4 Henceforth 
 
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 Henceforth Pdferve thee, if thoirltpleafe 
 To gird me with an heav'nly pow'r -> 
 
 I'd fing the glories of thy grace 
 'Till all my pilgrimage be o'er : 
 
 With hallow'd fire infpire my tongue, 
 
 And love fhall be my endlefs fong. 
 
 HYMN XCL 
 
 CREATION AND REDEMPTION. 
 
 i /^ IVE to our God immortal praife ! 
 ^-^ Mercy and truth are all his ways •, 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 2 Give to the Lord of Lords renown, 
 The king of kings with glory crown ; 
 His mercies eVer fhall endure, 
 
 When lords and kings are known no more. 
 
 3 He built the earth, he fpread the fky, 
 And fixt the ftarry lights on high : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 4 He fills the fun with morning light, 
 He bids the moon direct the night :. 
 His mercies ever fhall endure, 
 
 When funs and moons fhall fhine no more. 
 
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 5 I le fent his fon with pow'r to 1 
 
 From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave, 
 Wonders of grace to God belong; 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 6 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, 
 And leads us to his heav'nly feat j 
 
 His mercies ever fhall endure, 
 
 When this vain world fhall be no more. 
 
 H Y M N XCII. 
 
 AN HAPPY MOMENT. 
 
 1 CAviour, I do feel thy merit, 
 
 ^ Sprinkled with redeeming blood \ 
 And my weary, troubled fpirit 
 
 Now finds reft in thee, my God : 
 I am fafe, and I am happy, 
 
 Whilft in thy dear arms I lie v 
 Sin and fatan cannot hurt me, 
 
 Whilft the Saviour is fo nis;h. 
 
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 Now I'll fing of Jefu's merit, 
 
 Tell the world of his dear name \ 
 That if any want his fpirit, 
 
 He is (till the very fame : 
 He that afketh, foon receiveth, 
 
 He that feeks is fure to find ^ 
 Come, for whofoe'er believeth, 
 
 He will never call behind, 
 
 3 Now 
 
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 $ Now our advocate is pleading 
 
 With his Father, and our God ^ 
 Now for us he's interceding, 
 
 As the purchafe of his blood : 
 Now methinks I hear him praying* 
 
 Father, fave them, I have dy'd •, 
 And the Father, anfwers, faying, 
 
 They are freely juftify'd. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. 
 
 % >*pHroughout the Saviour's life we trace* 
 ■*• Nothing, but fhame and deep difgrace i, 
 
 No period elfe is feen ; 
 'Till he a fpotlefs viftim fell, 
 Tailing in foul a painful hell, 
 Caus'd by the creature's fin* 
 
 i On the cold ground methinks I fee 
 My Jefus kneel, and pray for me ; 
 
 For this I him adore: 
 Seiz'd with a chilly fweat throughout, 
 Blood-drops did force their paffage out* 
 
 Thro' ev'ry open'd pore. 
 
 3 A pricking thorn his temples bore, 
 His back with lafhes all was tore, 
 
 'Till one the bones might fee •, 
 Mocking they pufh'd him here and there, 
 Marking his way with blood and tear, 
 Prefs'd by the heavy tree. 
 
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 Thus up the hill he painful came, 
 Round him they mock, and make their game* 
 
 At length his crofs they rear ; 
 And can you lee the mighty God 
 Cry out beneath fin's heavy load, 
 
 Without one thankful tear ? 
 
 Thus veiled in humanity, 
 
 He dies in anguifti on the tree ; 
 
 What tongue his griefs can tell ? 
 The fhudd'ring rocks their heads recline, 
 The mourning fun refus'd to fhine, 
 
 When the creator fell. 
 
 Shout, brethren, fliout in fangs divine j 
 He drank the gall to give us wine, 
 
 To quench our parching thirft ; 
 Seraphs advance your voices higher ^ 
 Bride of the Lamb unite the choir, 
 
 And laud thy precious Chrift. 
 
 HYMN XCIV. 
 
 f~\ Thou tender loving Jefus, 
 ^-^ Now thy faving grace impart * 
 From the world and fatan fave us, 
 
 Save us from our evil heart : 
 Throw thine arms in mercy open. 
 
 Bid, O bid us Jefus, come ; 
 Let our flinty hearts be broken, 
 
 Falling on the corner-flone. 
 
 Here 
 
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 Here for ever let us center 
 
 Steady, tho 5 aflaiPd by fin ; 
 Forward may we ftoutly venture, 
 
 'Till eternal life we win : 
 Banifh ev'ry reas'ning fcruple, 
 
 Scatter ev'ry gathering cloud ; 
 Our poor hearts, O Jeius, fprinkle, 
 
 Sprinkle with thy precious blood. 
 
 When our chearing feelings ficken, 
 
 And a veil our fouls o'erfpreads ; 
 Then with grace our fpirits quicken, 
 
 And raife up our drooping heads ; 
 When our foolifli hearts would wander 
 
 From the fource of real joy •, 
 Call us back, but not in anger, 
 
 Left thy fury us deftroy. 
 
 Arm us from thy heav'nly ftore-houfe, 
 
 Still difplay thy banner high, . 
 March victorious on before us, 
 
 Make the world and fatan fly : 
 When thy meffenger arraigns us, 
 
 To clofe up our weary eyes, 
 In that needy hour fuftain us, 
 
 'Till we gnifp the heav'nly prize. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XCV. 
 
 ADORING CHRIST. 
 
 i r\ For a thoufand tongues to fing, 
 ^^ My dear Redeemer's praife ! 
 The glories of my God and king, 
 The triumphs of his grace. 
 
 2 Jefus, the name that charms our fears, 
 
 That bids our forrows ceafe ; 
 'Tis mufic in the finner's ears, 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 
 
 3 He breaks the pow'r of cancePd fin, 
 
 He fets the pris'ners free ; 
 His blood can make the fouleft clean, 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
 4 He fpeaks, and lift'ning to his voice, 
 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praife, ye dumb, 
 
 Your loofen'd tongues employ •, 
 Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, 
 And leap, ye lame, for joy. 
 
 K HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XCVI. 
 CONFIDENCE. 
 
 1 W/'ith all my pow'rs of heart and tongue. 
 
 Til praife my maker in my fong : 
 Angels fhall hear the notes 1 raife, 
 Approve the fong, and join the praife. 
 
 2 Til fing thy truth and mercy, Lord, 
 I'll fmg the wonders of thy word ; 
 Not all thy works, and names below, 
 So much thy pow'r and glory ihew. 
 
 3 To God I cry'd when trouble rofe, 
 He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes ; 
 He did my rifing fears controul, 
 And ftrength diffus'd thro' all my foul. 
 
 4 Amidft a thoufand fnares I ftand 
 Upheld, and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting foul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 5 -Grace will compleat what grace begins, 
 To fave from forrows, or from fins ; 
 The work that wifdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XCV1I. 
 
 JOY IN CHRIST. 
 
 f TV/TY dear Redeemer, dying Lord., 
 -*^ A I love to hear of thee •, 
 Thy name doth grace and life afford 
 To finful fouls, like me. 
 
 2 Thy precious name fo warms my heart, 
 
 And fets my foul on flame ; 
 I wou'd not, Lord, from thee depart, 
 But always love thy name. 
 
 3 I live, becaule my Saviour dy'd, 
 
 Above the pow'r of fin ; 
 Hereby I'm freely juftify'd, 
 Becaufe he 'rofe aorain. 
 
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 4 I'm loft in wonder when I fee 
 
 His grievous bitter fmart ; 
 And how he liv'd and dy'd for me ; 
 This breaks my ftony heart. 
 
 5 O ! then I blufli, and nothing fay, 
 
 But filently fall down, 
 Like Sheba's queen, and faint away 
 Before king Solomon. 
 
 K 2 6 Chrift 
 
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 Chrift lives in me, and I in him, 
 The happy life of faith ; 
 
 E'er long he will deftroy my fin, 
 And quite abolilh death. 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 Dear Redeemer, who alone 
 Canft give me eafe in pain ; 
 Whofe blood did once for fin atone. 
 And pardon for me gain. 
 
 2 I once was wholly dead in fin, 
 
 And ignorant of thee •, 
 And walk'd contentedly therein, 
 Nor knew thy love to me. 
 
 3 But thine all-feeing eye then view'd, 
 
 And mark'd my ev'ry way, 
 And ftill in tender love purfu'd 
 Me, who from thee did ftray. 
 
 4 Thy name is now thro' grace become 
 
 More precious to my foul, 
 Than fweeteft fmell of rich perfume, 
 Or Aaron's precious oil. 
 
 5 Without 
 
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 5 Without thy favour tho' I live, 
 
 Life but a burden is •, 
 Nought elle can fatisfaftion give, 
 Experience fhews me this. 
 
 6 My faithlefs heart, O Saviour dear, 
 
 Correft with gentle hand ; 
 In every danger be thou near, 
 Alone I cannot ftand. 
 
 HYMN XCIX. 
 
 UNIVERSAL PRAISE, 
 
 I >"pHE glories of my maker, God, 
 •*■ My joyful voice fhall fing, 
 And call the nation to adore 
 Their former and their king, 
 
 i 3 Twas his right-hand that fhap'd our clay, 
 And wrought this human frame ; 
 But from his own immediate breath 
 Our nobler fpirits came. 
 
 j We bring our mortal pow'rs to God, 
 And worfhip with our tongues ; 
 We claim fome kindred with the Ikies, 
 And join th 5 angelic fongs. 
 
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 4 Let grov'ling beafts of ev'ry lhape, 
 And fowls of ev'ry wing, 
 And rocks, and trees, and fires, and feas, 
 Their various tribute bring. 
 
 £; Ye planets to his honour fhine, 
 And wheels of nature roll -, 
 Praife him in your unweary'd courfe, 
 Around the fteady pole. 
 
 6 The brightnefs of our maker's name 
 The wide creation fills, 
 And his unbounded grandeur flies 
 Beyond the heav'nly hills. 
 
 HYMN C. 
 
 A DIVINE RAPTURE, 
 
 T^ROM thee, my God, my joys fhall rife* 
 •*■ And run eternal rounds, 
 Beyond the limits of the Ikies, 
 And all created bounds. 
 
 The holy triumphs of my foul 
 
 Shall death itlelf out- brave, 
 Leave dull mortality behind, 
 
 And fly beyond the grave, 
 
 3 There, 
 
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 3 There, where my blefled Jefus reigns, 
 
 In heav'n's unmeafur'd fpace 
 I'll fpend a long eternity, 
 In pleafure and in praife. 
 
 4 Millions of years my wond'ring eyes 
 
 Shall o'er thy beauties rove, 
 And endlefs ages I'll adore 
 The glories of thy love. 
 
 5 Sweet Jefus, ev'ry fmile of thine 
 
 Shall frefh endearments bring, 
 And thoufand taftes of new delight, 
 From all thy graces fpring. 
 
 6 Hade, my beloved, fetch my foul 
 
 Up to thy blefs'd abode ; 
 Fly, for my fpirit longs to fee 
 My Saviour, and my God. 
 
 HYMN CI 
 
 GOD ALL IN ALL, 
 
 I A /I Y God, my life, my love, 
 To thee, to thee, I call -, 
 I cannot live if thou remove, 
 tor thcu art all in all. 
 
 2 Thy 
 
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 Thy fhining grace can chear 
 This dungeon where I dwell ; 
 ? Tis paradife when thou art here, 
 If thou depart 'tis hell. 
 
 The fmilings of thy face, 
 How lovely, Lord, they are ! 
 5 Tis heav'n to reft in thine embrace, 
 And no where elfe but there. 
 
 To thee, and thee alone 
 The angels owe their blifs \ 
 They fit around thy gracious throne, 
 And dwell where Jefus is* 
 
 Nor earth, nor all the fky, 
 Can one delight afford ; 
 No not one drop of real joy, 
 Without thy prefence, Lord. 
 
 Be thou the fea of love, 
 Where all my pleafures roll ; 
 The circle where my paflions move, 
 And centre of my. foul. 
 
 To thee my fpirits fly, , 
 With fulnefs of defire -, 
 Yet very far from thee I lie, 
 Dear Jefus,. raife me higher. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N CIL 
 
 PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER. 
 
 i "DLung'd in a gulph of dark defpair, 
 A We wretched iinners lay, 
 Without one chearing beam of hope, 
 Or fpark of glimm'ring day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the prince cf grace 
 
 Beheld our heiplefs griefs 
 He law, and (O amazing love!) 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the fhining feats above, 
 
 With joyful hafte he fled ; 
 Enter'd the grave in mortal flefh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 4 Oh ! for this love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lading filence break -, 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's prailes fpeak. 
 
 5 Angels affift our mighty joys, 
 
 Strike all your harps of gold ; 
 But when you raife your higheft notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
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 HYMN CIIL 
 
 PROTECTION FROM ENEMIES> 
 
 I ARISE my foul, my joyful pow'rs, 
 '**' And triumph in thy God ; 
 Awake my voice, and loud proclaim 
 His glorious grace abroad. 
 
 £ He rais'd me from the deeps of fin>. 
 The gates of gaping hell ; 
 And fix'd my Handing more fecure 
 Than 'twas before I fell* 
 
 3 The arms of everlafting love 
 
 Beneath my foul he plac'd y 
 And on the rock of ages fet 
 My flippery footfteps faft. 
 
 4 The city of my bleft abode 
 
 Is wall'd around with grace % 
 Salvation for a bulwark ftands* 
 To fhield the facred place. 
 
 5 Satan may vent his (harpeft: fpite, 
 
 And all his legions roar \ 
 Almighty mercy guards my life, 
 And bounds his raging pow'n 
 
 6 Arife 
 
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 6 Arile my foul, awake my voice., 
 And longs of praiies fing ; 
 Loud hallelujahs fhall addrels 
 My Saviour, and my king. 
 
 HYMN CIV. 
 GOD OUR ONLY HAPPINESS. 
 
 1 TV/TY God, my portion, and my love, 
 ^* A My everlafting all ; 
 
 I've none but thee in heav'n above. 
 Or on this earthly ball. 
 
 2 What empty things are all the fkies, 
 
 And this inferior clod ! 
 There's nothing here deierves my joys. 
 There's nothing like my God. 
 
 3 In vain the bright, the burning fun, 
 
 . Scatters his feeble light -, 
 'Tis thy fweet beams create my noon, 
 If thou withdraw 'tis night. 
 
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 4 And whilft upon my reftlefs bed, 
 
 Amidft the fnades I roll •, 
 If my Redeemer ihews his head, 
 'Tis morning with my foul. 
 
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 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, 
 
 And health, and fafe abode ; 
 We praife thy name for all thefe things, 
 But they are not my God. 
 
 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, 
 
 If once compared to thee ? 
 And what's my fafety, or my health, 
 Or all my friends to me ? 
 
 7 Were I pofleflbr of the earth, 
 
 And call'd the liars my own ; 
 Without my Jefus, and thyfelf, 
 I were a wretch undone. 
 
 7 Let other ftretch their arms like feas, 
 And grafp in all the fliore ; 
 Grant me the vifits of thy face, 
 And I defire no more. 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 FAIT H's CLAIM. 
 
 I A L L ye that pafs by, 
 
 ■** To Jefus draw nigh, 
 To you is it nothing that Jefus ihou'd die? 
 Your ranfom and peace, 
 Your furety he is, 
 Come fee if there ever was forrow like his. 
 
 2 For 
 
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 For what you have done 
 
 His blood muft atone ; 
 The father hathpunifh'd foryouhis dearfon; 
 
 He anfwer'd for all, 
 
 O come at his call, 
 And low at his crofs with aftonilhment fall. 
 
 For you and for me 
 
 He pray'd on the tree ; 
 The prayer is accepted, the finner is free ; 
 
 That finner am I, 
 
 Who on Jefus rely, 
 And come for the pardon God cannot deny. 
 
 My pardon I claim, 
 
 For a finner I am, 
 A finner believing in Jefus's name : 
 
 He purchas'd the grace, 
 
 Which now I embrace, 
 O father thou know'ft he hath dy'd in my 
 place. 
 
 His death is my plea, 
 My advocate fee, 
 And hear the blood fpeak, that hath anfwer'd 
 for me •> 
 Acquitted I was, 
 When he bled on the crofs, 
 And by lofing his life he hath carry'd my 
 caufe. 
 
 L HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CVL 
 
 THE WAY TO CANAAN. 
 
 i TESUS my all, to heav'n is gone, 
 J He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
 His track I fee, and Til purfue 
 The narrow way 'till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banifhment $ 
 The king's highway of holinefs 
 
 I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have fought, 
 And mourn'd becaufe I found it not ; 
 My grief a burden long has been, 
 Becaufe I could not ceafe from fin. 
 
 4 The more I drove againft its pow'r, 
 
 I finn'd, and ftumbl'd but the more j 
 'Till late I heard my Saviour fay, 
 Come hither, foul, " I am the way." 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come, and thou blefs'd Lamb 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am ; 
 Nothing but fin I thee can give, 
 Nothing but love fhall I receive. 
 
 6 Then 
 
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 Then will I tell to finners round, 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 And fay, u Behold the way to God," 
 
 HYMN CVIL 
 
 PRAISE YE THE LORD. 
 
 i T Ord andGod of heav'nly pow'rs,Halleluj ah 
 -L/ Theirs, and O benignly ours; Hallelujah 
 Glorious king, let earth proclaim, Hallelujah 
 Worms attempt to fmg thy name. Hallelujah 
 
 2 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hallelujah 
 Hear, the world's atonement thou ; Hallelujah 
 Jefus, in thy name we pray, Hallelujah 
 Take, O take our fins away. Hallelujah 
 
 3 Thee to laud in fongs divine, Hallelujah 
 Angels and archangels join ; Hallelujah 
 We with them our voices raife, Hallelujah 
 Echoing thine eternal praife. Hallelujah 
 
 4 Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Hallelujah 
 Live, by heav'n and earth ador'd: Hallelujah 
 Full of thee they ever cry, Hallelujah 
 u Glory be to God on high." Hallelujah 
 
 L 2 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN CVIIL 
 
 f°\ Jefus, everlafting God, 
 
 ^ Who once for finners fhed'ft thy blood 
 
 Upon mount Calvary ; 
 And finifh'd there redemption's toil, 
 And mad'ft loft man thy happy fpoil : 
 
 All glory be to thee. 
 
 Fain would I think upon thy pain, 
 And find therein my life and gain, 
 
 And fix my heart and mind, 
 Upon thy wounds and dying love ; 
 Nor from the fame my heart remove, 
 
 "Till all thy heav'n I find, 
 
 Content and glad I'll ever be 
 
 To have falvation, Lord, from thee, 
 
 E'en as a finner poor ; 
 I nothing have, I nothing am •, 
 My treasure's in the bleeding Lamb, 
 
 Both now and evermore. 
 
 The more thro' grace myfelf I know, 
 The more content I am to bow, 
 
 And fink beneath thy crofs : 
 And live by faith upon thy blood, 
 Waiting on thee for ev'ry good, 
 
 And count my gain but lofs. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CIX. 
 
 MY Lord, I'm filPd with wonder. 
 To find thee ftill fo kind s 
 When I intenfely ponder 
 
 The coldnefs of my mind : 
 My numberlefs omiflions;, 
 
 My negligence in pray'r; 
 My manifold commifiions, 
 
 And wand'rings here and there. 
 
 How many vile affedtions 
 
 Surviving vex my heart ; 
 How ftrong are thofe corruptions 
 1 Which warring give me fmart ? 
 The world, the flefh, and devil, 
 
 Strive to ufurp the fway $ 
 Still tempting me to evil. 
 
 To lead my foul aftray, 
 
 Inftead of loud thankfgiving 5 
 
 Wherein I ought t'abound, 
 I'm fubjeft to complaining, 
 
 When trials me furround; 
 My want of refignation, 
 
 Diforders me within ; 
 Gives birth unto temptation, 
 
 To unbelief and fin. 
 
 L 3 4 ^m 
 
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 But foon I am afhamed 
 
 Such thoughts to entertain ; 
 Why fhould my Lord be blamed 
 
 When in the fault I am ? 
 *Tis thine to be forgiving; 
 
 The penetential race ; 
 And mine to be receiving 
 
 The bounties of thy grace. 
 
 HYMN CX. 
 
 HUMAN WEAKNESS OWNED, 
 
 A/TY Lord, how great's the favour * 
 
 «*>▼ *- That I a inner poor, 
 
 Can thro' thy blood's lweet favour 
 
 Approach thy mercy's door : 
 And find an open paflage 
 
 Unto the throne of grace-, 
 There wait the welcome meffage,. 
 
 That bids me go in peace. 
 
 Lord, I'm an helplefs creature. 
 
 Full of the deepeil need, 
 Throughout defil'd by nature,. 
 
 Stupid, and inly dead : 
 My ftrength is perfect weaknefs, 
 
 And all I have is fin •, 
 My heart is all uncleannefs, 
 
 A den of theives within. 
 
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 3 In this forlorn condition, 
 
 Who fhall afford me aid ? 
 Where fhall I meet companion 
 
 But in the church's head ? 
 Jefus, thou art all pity, 
 
 take me to thine arms, 
 And exercrfe thy mercy, 
 
 To fave me from all harms, . 
 
 4 I'll never ceafe repeating 
 
 My numberlefs complaints; 
 But ever be entreating 
 
 The glorious king of faints^. 
 'Till I attain the image 
 
 Of him I inly love •, 
 And pay my grateful homage 
 
 With all the faints above. 
 
 5 Then I, with all in glory, 
 
 Will thankfully relate 
 Th' amazing, pleafing ftory 
 
 Of Jefu's love fo great •, 
 In this bleft contemplation 
 
 1 ever fhall be well ; 
 And prove fuch confolation y 
 
 As none below can tell. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXI. 
 EXULTING IN CHRIST. 
 
 i *Tp H E defpifed Nazarene, 
 
 A Who is chief in my efteero ; 
 Mark'd with fcourges, nails and ipear, 
 Hung an cnfign in the air. 
 
 2: None among the fons of men, 
 None among the heav'nly train* 
 Can with my belov'd compare, 
 Who to me is ewr dear. 
 
 3 Had I Gabriel's heav'nly tongue, 
 He fhou'd ever be my fong •, 
 Gbje<5t of my prefent blifs, 
 Subject of my future praife. 
 
 4 Ravifh'd Pm beyond degree, 
 While I view him on the tree ; 
 All his wounds and bruifes are 
 To my foul exceeding fair, 
 
 5 Other lovers I defpife ; 
 
 Mine is gone beyond the Ikies : 
 Earthly things are far too mean 
 To divert me from the Lamb. 
 
 6 How 
 
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 6 How my Lord fhall I fet forth 
 All thy dignity and v/or: 
 Human words cannot exprefs 
 Half thy. love, or half thy peace* 
 
 7 From thy fulncfs me fupply 
 Of thy grace to teftify, 
 
 Let my fellow creatures prove 
 What is tafled in thy love. 
 
 8 Soul and body fink with (hame, 
 While I thee, my Saviour, name ; 
 Soul and body Lord fet. free 
 
 In the gofpel-liberty. 
 
 II Y M N CXIL 
 
 HEBREWS VI. I/ — I9. 
 
 r OW oft have fin and fatan ftrove 
 To rend my foul from thee, my God ? 
 But everlafting is thy love, 
 
 And Jefus leals it with his blood. 
 
 H< 
 
 2 Amidft temptations fharp and long, 
 My foul to this dear refuge flies ; 
 Hope, is my anchor firm and ftrong, 
 While tempefts blow, and billows rife. 
 
 2 The 
 
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 3 The gofpel bears my fpirits up ; 
 A faithful and unchanging God 
 Lays the foundation for my hope, 
 Ii* oaths, andpromifes, and blood. 
 
 HYMN CXIIL 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 H f\ Love divine, how fweet thou art ! 
 ^^ V/hen fhall we find our longing heart 
 
 All taken up by thee ? 
 Oh ! may we pant and thirft to prove* 
 The greatnefs of redeeming love, 
 The love of Chrift fo free. 
 
 2 God only knows the love of God, 
 O that it now were fhed abroad 
 
 In each poor longing heart ! 
 For love I'd figh, for love I'd pine, 
 This only portion, Lord, be mine, 
 
 Be mine this better part* 
 
 3 O that we cou'd for ever fit 
 With Mary, at the matter's feet, 
 
 Be this our happy choice ! 
 Our only care, delight, and blifs, 
 Our joy, our heav'n on earth be this, 
 
 To hear the bridegroom's voice. 
 
 4 Th> 
 
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 Thy only love may we require, 
 Nothing on earth beneath defire, 
 
 Nothing in heaven above : 
 Let earth and all its trifles go, 
 Give us, O Lord ! thy love to know, 
 
 Give us thy precious love ! 
 
 HYMN CXIV. 
 
 1 JOHN IV. 1 6. LATTER PART, 
 
 i V OVE divine, all love excelling, 
 
 Joy of heav'n to earth come down ! 
 Fix in us thine humble dwelling, 
 All thy faithful mercies crown : 
 Jeftis ! thou art all companion, 
 Pure, unbounded love thou art ; 
 Vifit us with thy falvation, 
 Enter ev'ry trembling heart ! 
 
 2 * Breathe, O breathe thy loving fpirit> 
 Into ev'ry troubPd breaft ! 
 Let us all in thee inherit, 
 Let us find thy promis'd reft : 
 Take away the pow'r of finning, 
 Alpha and Omega be, 
 End of faith, as its beginning, 
 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
 3 Come, 
 
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 Come, almighty to deliver* 
 Let us all thy life receive ! 
 Suddenly return, and never, 
 Never more thy temples leave ! 
 Thee we wou'd be always blefiing, 
 Serve thee as thine hofts above, 
 Pray, and praife thee without ceafing ? 
 Glory in thy precious love. 
 
 Finifh then thy new creation, 
 Pure, unfpotted may we be, 
 Let us fee thy great falvation, 
 Perfectly reftor'd by thee ! 
 Chang'd from glory into glory, 
 'Till in heav'n we take our place, 
 'Till we caft our crowns before thee* 
 Loit in wonder, love, and praife. 
 
 HYMN CXV. 
 
 THE GOODNESS OF GOD 
 
 i C WEET is the memory of thy grace, 
 ^ My God, my heav'nly king ! 
 
 Sweet is« the mem'ry of thy grace , 
 Let age to age thy righteoufneis 
 In founds cf glory fing, 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace. 
 
 2 God 
 
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 God reigns on high, but not confines 
 His goodnefs to the fkies, 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace ; 
 Thro' the whole earth his goodnefs fhinesi 
 And ev'ry want iupplies ; 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace. 
 
 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 
 On thee for daily food ; 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace ; 
 Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat, 
 And fills their mouths with good ; 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace. 
 
 How kind are thy companions, Lord ! 
 How flow thine anger moves ! 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace : 
 But foon he fends his pard'ning word 
 To chear the foul he loves •, 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace. 
 
 Creatures, with all their endlefs race, 
 
 Thy pow'r and praife proclaim : 
 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace : 
 
 May we, who tafte thy richer grac^, 
 
 Delight to blefs thy name ! 
 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace. 
 
 M HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXVir 
 
 THANSGIVING, 
 
 i TV/IE E T and right it is to fing 
 ■** A Glory to our God and king ; 
 Meet in ev'ry time and place, 
 To rehearfe his folemn praife. 
 
 2 Join, ye faints, the fong around, 
 Angels, help the folemn found - y 
 Publifh thro' the world abroad 
 Glory to th' eternal God. 
 
 3 Praifes here to thee we give, 
 Gracious thou our thanks receive ; 
 Holy father, fov'reign Lord, 
 Ev'ry where be thou ador'd ! 
 
 4 Tho 5 th' injurious world exclaim, 
 Sing we ftill in Jefu's name •, 
 Saviour thee we ever blefs, 
 Thee, our Lord and God confefs. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXV1L 
 HEAVENLY JOY ON EARTH. 
 
 1 pOME ye that love the Lord, 
 ^ And let your joys be known ^ 
 
 Join in a long with fweet accord, 
 While ye furround the throne, 
 
 2 The forrows of the mind 
 Be banilh'd from the place $ 
 
 Religion never was defign'd 
 To make our pleafures lefs* 
 
 3 Let thofe refufe to fing, 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 
 But children of the heav'nly king 
 Will fpeak their joys abroad. 
 
 4 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below •, 
 Celeftial fruits on earthly ground, 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 5 The hill of Zion yields 
 A thoufand facred fweets, 
 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 
 Or walk the golden ftreets. 
 
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 M 2 6 Then 
 
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 Then let our fongs abound, 
 And ev'ry tear be dry ; 
 We're marching thro' ImmanueFs ground. 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 HYMN CXVIII. 
 
 OFFICES OF CHRIST. 
 
 i T O I N all the glorious names, 
 J Of wifdom, love, and pow'r, 
 That mortals ever knew, 
 That angels ever bore : 
 All are too mean 
 
 To fpeak his worth, 
 Too mean to fet 
 Our Saviour forth. 
 
 2 But O! what gentle terms, 
 What condefcending ways, 
 Doth our Redeemer ufe 
 To teach his heavenly grace I 
 My foul, with joy, 
 And wonder, fee 
 What forms of love 
 He bears for thee.. 
 
 3 Great 
 
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 3 Great prophet of our God, 
 
 Our tongues wou'd blefs thy name ! 
 By thee the joyful news 
 Of our falvation came : 
 The joyful news 
 
 Of fins forgiv'n, 
 Of hell fubdu'd, 
 
 And peace with heav'n. 
 
 4 Jefus, our great high-prieft, 
 Offer'd his blood, and dy'd j 
 Thou guilty finner leek 
 
 No facrifice befide : 
 
 His pow'rful blood 
 
 Did once atone, 
 And now it pleads 
 
 Before the throne. 
 
 5 Thou dear almighty Lord ! 
 Our conqu'ror, and our king ! 
 Thy fcepter, and thy fword, 
 Thy reigning grace we fing : 
 
 Thine is the pow'r ± 
 
 O may we fit, 
 In willing bonds, 
 
 Beneath thy feet ! 
 
 M * HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXIX. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 1 A Rray'd in mortal flefh, 
 "^ Lo the great angel Hands! 
 And holds the promifes 
 And pardons in his hands : 
 Commiflion'd from 
 
 His. father's throne, 
 To make his grace 
 To mortals known. 
 
 a Be thou our counsellor, 
 
 Our pattern, and our guide ! 
 And thro' this defart land, 
 Still keep us near thy fide L 
 O let our feet 
 
 Ne'er run aftray, 
 Nor rove, nor feek 
 The crooked way ! 
 
 3 We'd hear our fhepherd's voice^ 
 Whofe watchful eye doth keep 
 Poor wand'ring fouls among 
 The thoufands of his fheep : 
 He feeds his flock, 
 
 He calls their names, 
 Hisbofom bears 
 The tender lambs. 
 
 a To 
 
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 4 To this dear furety's hands, 
 
 My foul, commend thy caufe •, 
 He anfwers, and fulfils 
 His father's broken laws : 
 Believing fouls 
 
 Now free are fet ; 
 For Chrift hath paid 
 Their dreadful debt. 
 
 5 Then let our fouls arife, 
 
 And tread the tempter down •, 
 Our captain leads us forth 
 To conqueft and a crown: 
 March on ! nor fear 
 To win the day, 
 Tho' death and hell 
 Obftruft the way. 
 
 HYMN CXX. 
 
 f O R D avenge thy tempted faints, 
 -L/ For thou canft fupply our wants y 
 Satan and a finful heart, 
 Caufe us many hours of fmart : 
 We fail- on a troubled fea r 
 Harrafs'd by the enemy ; 
 Foes without, and foes within, 
 Tempting daily unto fin. 
 
 2 Satan 
 
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 Satan ufes all his craft, 
 On the right hand, and the left ; 
 World and flefh, and hell combine,. 
 Jefus, fend thy help divine : 
 God his little remnant tries,. 
 Salts with fire each facrifice; 
 But tho' tempefts rife afrefh— 
 Chrift is in the burning bufh. 
 
 Lord, thy dealings we admire, 
 Thou'lt us fave, yet as by fire ; 
 Purge the drofs, the gold refine, 
 Stamp the fame for current coin : 
 Jefu, we can find no reft, 
 But when leaning on thy breaft -> 
 Onward then we fweetly move, 
 When we fuck the breafts of love. 
 
 We fhall furely find at length 
 Weaknefs £>erfe£ted in ftrength ; 
 Tho 5 we're toft with doubts and fears, 
 Thou wilt wipe away our tears : 
 Lord bring on the joyful day, 
 Make our forrows flee away \ 
 Gather all thy faints in one, 
 Thee to praife around the throne.. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXI. 
 
 i r^ LORY be to God on high, Hallelujah 
 ^^ God,whofe glory fills the fky,Hallelujah 
 Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, Hallelujah 
 Man the well-belov'd of heav'n. Hallelujah 
 
 2 Sovereign father, heav'nly king, Hallelujah 
 Thee we now prefume to fing, Hallelujah 
 Glad thine attributes confefs, Hallelujah 
 Glorious all, and numberlefs. Hallelujah 
 
 3 Hail by all thy works ador'd, Hallelujah 
 Hail the everlafting Lord \ Hallelujah 
 TheewiththankfulheartsweproveHallelujah 
 Lord of pow'r, and God of love ! Hallelujah 
 
 HYMN CXXIL 
 
 THE SINNER CONVERTER 
 
 t VX^H E N with my mind devoutly preft, 
 Dear Saviour, my revolving bread 
 Wou'd pad offences trace •, 
 Trembling I make the black review, 
 Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too, 
 The pow'r of changing grace. 
 
 2 This 
 
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 2 This tongue with blafphemies defil'd, 
 Thefe feet to erring paths beguil'd, 
 
 In heav'nly league agree ; 
 "Who cou'd believe fuch lips cou'd praife > 
 Or think my dark and winding ways 
 
 Shou'd ever lead to thee ? 
 
 3 Thefe eyes, that once abus'd their fight* 
 Now lift to thee their watry light, 
 
 And weep a filent flood \ 
 Thefe hands afcend in ceafelefs pray'r ^ 
 O wafh away the ilains they wear, 
 
 In pure redeeming blood ! 
 
 4 Thefe ears, that pleas'd cou'd entertain 
 The midnight oath, the luftful ftrain, 
 
 When round the feftal board \ 
 Now deaf to all th'inchanting noife, 
 Avoid the throng, deteft the joys, 
 
 And prefs to hear thy word. 
 
 5 Thus art thou ferv'd in ev'ry part ; 
 And now thou doft transform my heart, 
 
 That drofly thing refine : 
 Now grace doth nature's ftrength controul, 
 And a new creature — body — foul — 
 
 Are, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXIII. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 i /^ F T I refleft upon the grace, 
 ^^ With tears of thankfulnefs ; 
 Which calPd me from my native place, 
 The world's wide wildernefs. 
 
 2 My precious time I vainly fpent, 
 
 Subjeft to nature's fway ; 
 My corrupt carnal will was bent, 
 Its motions to obey. 
 
 3 Thick darknefs overfpread my mind, 
 
 I ftumbled in the night ; 
 All my affections were inclin'd 
 To creaturely delight. 
 
 4 God faw me in diis wretched cafe, 
 
 A flave to bafe defire ; 
 And by an- aft of fpecial grace, 
 The brand pluck'd from the fire. 
 
 5 My heart throughout defil'd by fin, 
 
 The holy Ghoft renew'd ; 
 And each unruly ill within 
 
 Thro' conquering grace fubdu'd. 
 
 6 Satan's 
 
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 6 Satan's dominion he deftroy'd, 
 
 And fpoke me into peace * 
 My foul a perfect calm enjoy'd, 
 And folac'd in the blifs. 
 
 7 Still may a fenfe of mercies paft, 
 
 Stir up my foul to praife ; 
 And whet my appetite to tafte 
 Thy larger draughts of grace. 
 
 HYMN CXXIV. 
 THE BELIEVER'S HOPE. 
 
 i TIT E is a God of fov'reign love, 
 
 •*■ That promised heav'n to me ; 
 And taught my thoughts to foar above, 
 Where happy fpirits be. 
 
 2 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, 
 
 Then come the joyful day ! 
 Come death, and fome celeftial band, 
 To bear my foul away. 
 
 3 Then, my beloved, take my foul, 
 
 Up to thy bleft abode ; 
 That face to face I may behold 
 My Saviour, and my God. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXV. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. VERSE CLVIII. 
 
 i A R I S E, my tencTreft thoughts, arife, 
 ^ To torrents melt my ftreaming eyes ! 
 And thou, my heart, with anguifh feel 
 Thofe evils, which thou canft not heal ! 
 
 z See human nature funk in fliame ! 
 See fcandals pour'd on Jefu's name ! 
 The Father wounded thro 5 the fon ! 
 The world abus'd, the foul undone ? 
 
 3 See the fhort courfe of vain delight 
 Clofing in everlafting night ! 
 
 In flames, that no abatement know, 
 The briny tears for ever flow. 
 
 4 My God, I feel the mournful fcene * 
 My bowels yearn o'er dying men •, 
 And fain my pity wou'd reclaim, 
 
 And fnatch the firebrands from the flame! 
 
 5 But feeble my compafllon proves, 
 And can but weep where mod it loves > 
 Thine own all-faving arm employ, 
 And turn thole drops of grief to joy. 
 
 N II Y M N 
 
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 HYMN CXXVI. 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S CHARGE. 
 
 1 A Charge to keep I have, 
 ^ A God to glorify •, 
 
 A never-dying foul to lave, 
 And fit it for the fky. 
 
 2 To ferve the prefent age, 
 My calling to fulfill •, 
 
 O may it all my pow'rs engage, 
 To do my mailer's will! 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 As in thy fight to live ; 
 
 And O! thyfervant, Lord prepare, 
 A good account to give ! 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray, 
 And on thyfelf rely ; 
 
 And let me ne'er my truft betray, 
 Left I for ever die. 
 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N CXXVII. 
 [Til IN CHRIST OUR SACRIFICE. 
 
 N 
 
 O T all the blood of beafts, 
 On Jewifh altars (lain ; 
 Cou'd give the guilty confcience peace, 
 Or wafh away one flain. 
 
 But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb, 
 Takes ail our fins away ; 
 A facrifice of nobler name, 
 And richer blood than they. 
 
 My faith would lay its hand 
 On that dear head of thine, 
 While like a penitent I (land, 
 And there confefs my fin. 
 
 My foul looks back to fee 
 The burdens thou didft bear, 
 When hanging on the curfed tree, 
 And hopes her guilt v/as there. 
 
 Believing we rejoice 
 To fee the curfe remove ; 
 We blefs the Lamb with chearful voice, 
 And ling; his bleeding love. 
 
 N a H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN CXXVIIL 
 
 A SONNET. 
 
 1 A W A K E and fing the fong 
 - ** Of Mofes and the Lamb ; 
 Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, 
 To praiie the Saviour's name, 
 
 !2 Sing of his dying love, 
 Sing of his rifing pow'r, 
 Sing how he interceeds above, 
 For thpfe, whofe fins he bore. 
 
 3 Sing 'till we feel our hearts 
 Afcending with our tongue, 
 
 Sing 'till the love of fin departs. 
 And grace infpires our fongs. 
 
 4 Sing on your heav'nly way, 
 Ye ranfom'd finners fing \ 
 
 Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day, 
 In Chrift th' eternal king. 
 
 5 Soon fnall ye hear him fay > 
 
 " Ye bleffed children come •," 
 
 Soon will he call you hence away, 
 
 And take his wand'rers home. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXIX. 
 
 E B E N - E Z E R, i sam.vii, 12. 
 
 1 POME, thou fount of ev'ry blefling ! 
 ^ Tune my heart to fing thy grace ! 
 Streams of mercy never ceafing, 
 
 Call for fongs of ioudeft praife : 
 Teach me fome melodious fonnet, 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
 Praife the mount — Fm fixt upon it, 
 
 Mount of God's unchanging love ! 
 
 2 Here I raife mine Eben-ezer, 
 
 Hither by thy help Fm come ; 
 And I hope by thy good pleafurc, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home : 
 Tefus fought me, when a ftranger 
 
 Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
 He, to refcue me from danger, 
 
 Interposed' with precious blood. 
 
 3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor, 
 
 Daily Fm conflrain'd to be ! 
 Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
 
 Bind my wand'ring heart to thee ! 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel L; 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love — 
 Here's my heart, Lord, take and feaj it ; 
 
 Seal it from thy courts above ! 
 
 N 3 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN CXXX. 
 
 LONGING AFTER CHRIST, 
 
 t MpHOU fhepherd of Ifrael, and mine, 
 **■ The joy,, and defire of my heart •, 
 For clofer communion I pine, 
 
 I long to refide where thou art : 
 The pafture I languifti to find, 
 
 Where all, who their fhepherd obey, 
 Are fed, on thy bofom reclin'd, 
 
 Are fcreen'd from the heat of the day. 
 
 » Ah ! fhew me that happieit place, 
 
 That place of thy people's abode ; 
 Where faints in an extacy gaze, 
 
 And hang on a crucify'd God : 
 Thy love for a finner declare, 
 
 Thy paffion and death on the tree \ 
 My fpirit to Calvary bear, 
 
 To fuffer, and triumph with thee. 
 
 I 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, 
 There only I covet to reft \ 
 To lie at the foot of the rock, 
 
 Or rife to be hid in thy breaft; 
 5 Tis there I wou'd always abide, 
 And never a moment depart, 
 ConceaPd in the cleft of thy fide, 
 Eternally held in thine heart. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N CXXXL 
 
 CHRIST WITHDRAW N. 
 
 r\ What Ihall I do to retrieve 
 
 ^^ The love for a feafon beitow'd - 9 
 
 'Tis better to die than to live 
 
 Exil'd from the prefence of God : 
 With forrow diftra&ed and doubt, 
 
 With palpable horror oppreft, 
 The city I wander about, 
 
 ad leek my repofe in his bread. 
 
 Ye watchmen of Ifrael, declare 
 
 If ye my beloved have feen, 
 And point to that heavenly fair, 
 
 Surpaffing the children of men : 
 My lover and lord from above, 
 
 Who only can quiet my pain, 
 Whom only I languilh to love, 
 
 O where fhall find him again ? 
 
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 The joy and defire of mine eyes, 
 
 The end of my forrow and woe ; 
 My hope, and my heav'nly prize, 
 
 My height of ambition below : 
 Once more if he fhew me his face, 
 
 He never again fhall depart, 
 Petain'd in my clofeft embrace, 
 
 Conceal'd in the depth of my heart. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXXII. 
 
 THE PILGRIM'S SONG. 
 
 Y> ISE, my foul, and ftretch thy wings, 
 *■ * Thy better portion trace ^ 
 Rife from tranfitory things, 
 
 Towr'ds heaven, thy native place : 
 Sun, and moon, and ftars decay, 
 
 Time fnall foon this earth remove ; 
 Rife, my foul, and hafte away, 
 
 To feats prepared above. 
 
 Rivers to the ocean run,, 
 
 Nor flay in all their courfe ; 
 Fire afcending feeks the fun, 
 
 Both fpeed them to their fource : 
 So a foul that's born of God 
 
 Pants to view his glorious face. 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To reft in his embrace. 
 
 Ceafe, ye pilgrims, ceafc to mourn, 
 
 Prefs onward to the prize •, 
 Soon our Saviour will return, 
 
 Triumphant in the fkies : 
 Yet a feafon, and you know* 
 
 Happy entrance will be giv'h, 
 All our forrows left below, 
 
 And earth exchanged for heav'n. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 
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 HYMN CXXXIIL 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 /~i Hildren of the heav'nly king, 
 ^ As ye journey fweetly fing •, 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praife, 
 
 Glorious in his works and ways 
 
 2 Ye are traveling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod : 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happinefs fhall fee. 
 
 3 O ye banifh'd feed be glad ! 
 Chrift our advocate is made ; 
 Us to fave our flefh aflumes, 
 Brother to our fouls becomes. 
 
 Shout ye little flock and bleft, 
 You on Jefu's throne fhall reft - 9 
 There your feat is now prepar'd, 
 There your kingdom, and reward, 
 
 Fear not brethren, joyful (land 
 On the borders of your land •, 
 Jcfus Chrift, your father's fon, 
 Bids you undifmay'd go on. 
 
 6 Lord ! 
 
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 6 Lord! obediently we'll go, 
 Ghdl/ Leaving all below •, 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we Hill will follow thee ! 
 
 HYMN CXXXIV. 
 
 FLESH AND SPIRIT. 
 
 i VX7HAT dirPrentpow'rs of grace and fin, 
 Attend our mortal ilate ? 
 I hate the thoughts that work within, 
 And do the works I hate. 
 
 2 Now I complain, and groan and die, 
 
 While fin and fatan reign •, 
 Now raife my longs of triumph high, 
 For grace prevails again. 
 
 3 So darknefs druggies with the light, 
 
 'Till perfeft day arife •, 
 Water and fire maintain the fight, 
 Until the weaker dies. 
 
 4 Thus will the fiefh and fpirit ftrive, 
 
 And vex, and break my peace •> 
 But I ftiall quit this mortal life, 
 And fin for ever ceafe. 
 
 II Y M N 
 
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 H Y M N CX 
 
 THE BEATIFIC VISION. 
 
 i T Long to behold him array' J, 
 
 * With glory and light from above ; 
 The king in his beauty difplay'd 
 
 His beauty of holieft love : 
 I languifh, and die to be there, 
 
 Where Jefus hath fix'd his abode •, 
 O when fhall we meet in the air, 
 
 And fly to the mountain of God ! 
 
 2 With him I on Zion fhall ftand, 
 
 (For Jefus hath fpoken the word) 
 The breadth of ImmanuePs land 
 
 Survey by the light of my Lord : 
 But when on thy bofom reclin'd, 
 
 Thy face I am ftrengthen'd to fee, 
 My fulnefs of rapture I find, 
 
 My heaven of heavens in thee ! 
 
 3 How happy the people that dwell 
 
 Secure in the city above ! 
 No pain the inhabitants feel, 
 
 No ficknefs or ibrrow fhall prove : 
 Phyfician of fouls unto me, 
 
 Forgivenefs and holinefs give, 
 And then from the body let free, 
 
 And then to the city receive. 
 
 II Y M N 
 

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 HYMN CXXXVI. 
 
 1 r\ Jefu, our Lord, 
 
 ^^ Thy name be ador'd, 
 For all the rieh bleffings convey'd by thy 
 word. 
 
 2 In fpirit we trace 
 Thy wonders of grace, 
 
 And chearfully join in a concert of praife. 
 
 3 The antient of days 
 His glory difplays, 
 
 And fhines on his chofen with cherifhing 
 rays. 
 
 4 The trumpet of God 
 Is founding abroad,. 
 
 The language of mercy — falvation thro 5 
 blood. 
 
 5 Thrice happy are they, 
 Who hear and obey, 
 
 And Ihare in the bleffings of this gofpel- 
 day. 
 
 6 The people who know 
 The Saviour below, 
 
 With burning afFe&ionto worfhiphim glow. 
 
 7 Their 
 
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 Their anguifh and fmart, 
 And forrows depart, 
 Who find his ialvation inferib'd on their 
 heart. 
 
 This blefling be mine, 
 Thro' favour divine, 
 But O, my redeemer, the glory be thine! 
 
 The work is of grace, 
 Thine, thine be the praife ; 
 And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy 
 
 ways. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVII. 
 
 CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD. 
 
 i TX7HEN I furvey the wondrous crofs, 
 On which the prince of glory dy'd, 
 My richeft gain I count but lols, 
 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boaft, 
 Save in the crofs of Chrift my God ; 
 All the vain things that charm me mod, 
 I iacrifice them to his blood, 
 
 O 3 See 
 
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 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 
 Sorrow and love flow mingling down ! 
 Did e'er fuch love, fuch forrow meet ? 
 Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown ? 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 
 That were a prefent far too fmall -, 
 Love fo amazing, fo divine, 
 
 Demands my foul, my life, my all. 
 
 HYMN CXX XVIII. 
 
 FAREWEL TO THE WORLD. 
 
 i VTTTORLD, adieu ! thou real cheat, 
 Oft have thy deceitful charms 
 Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, 
 Fooliih hopes, and falfe alarms : 
 Now I fee as clear as day, 
 How thy follies pafs away. 
 
 2 Vain thy entertaining fights, 
 
 Falfe thy promifes renew'd, 
 All the pomp of thy delights 
 
 Does but flatter and delude : 
 Thee I quit for hiav'n above, 
 Objedt of the nobleft love. 
 
 2 Farewcl 
 
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 Farewel honour's empty pride, 
 Thy own nice, uncertain guft, 
 
 If the leaft mifchance betide, 
 Lays thee lower than the dull : 
 
 Worldly honours end in gall, 
 
 Rife to-day — to-morrow fall. 
 
 Foolifh vanity — farewel — 
 
 More inconftant than the wave, 
 ere thy foothing fancies dwell, 
 Purcft tempers they deprave : 
 ..-, to whom I fly from thee, 
 
 Jefus Chrift fhall let me free. 
 
 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind 
 Follow after fleeting toys, 
 
 Since in thee alone I find 
 Solid and fubftantial joys: 
 
 Joys that never over pail, 
 
 Thro* eternity fhall lafl. 
 
 Lord, how happy is the heart 
 After thee while it afpires ! 
 
 True and faithful as thou art, 
 Thou fhalt anlwer its defires ; 
 
 It fhall fee the glorious fcene 
 
 Of thine everlaftino; reign. 
 
 O 2 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXXIX, 
 
 GRATITUDE. 
 
 i VlfHEN all thy mercies, O my Gocl. 
 My rifing foul furveys, 
 Tranfported with the view I'm loft 
 In wonder, love, and prailc. 
 
 2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd, 
 
 And all my wants redreft, 
 When in the filent womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the breaft. 
 
 3 Unnumber'd comforts to my foul 
 
 Thy tender care beftow'd, 
 Before my infant-heart conceiv'd 
 From whom thofe comforts flow'd.- 
 
 4 When in the flipp'ry paths of youth, 
 
 With heedlefs fteps I ran •, 
 Thine arm, unfeen, conveyM me fafe, 
 And led me on to man. 
 
 5 When worn by ficknefs, oft haft thou 
 
 With health renew'd my face ; 
 And when in fins and forrows funk, 
 Reviv'd my foul with grace. 
 
 6 Thy 
 
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 6 Thy bounteous hand with heav'nly blifs, 
 
 Has made my cup run o'er ; 
 And in thy fon, my deareft friend, 
 Has doubled all my (lore. 
 
 7 Thro' ev'ry period of my life, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I'll puriue ; 
 And after death in diftant worlds, 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
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 8 When nature fails, and day and night 
 
 Divide thy works no more ; 
 My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy ihall adore. 
 
 9 Thro' all eternity to thee 
 
 A joyful fong I'll raife ; 
 
 For. oh ! eternity's too fhort 
 
 To utter all thy praife. 
 
 HYMN CXL. 
 
 i VJTTHAT fhall w r e render unto thee, 
 
 Thou glorious Lord of life andpow'r! 
 Teach us to bow the humble knee ; 
 
 Teach us with thankfulneis t'udore ; 
 To praife thee as thy faints above, 
 To praife thee for thy wondrous love. 
 
 O 3 2 When 
 
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 When like loft fheep we wander'd wide,. 
 
 And left the watchful fhepherd's eye \ 
 When, borne along th' impetuous tide 
 
 Of this world's fin and vanity ; 
 Our Jefus from the heav'ns came down* 
 To lave us by his grace alone* 
 
 He bore our fins upon the tree* 
 
 (To feek and lave the loft he came) 
 
 There was he bound to fet us free, 
 From death, and everlafting fhame : 
 
 The captive flock from hell was freed, 
 
 And ranfom'd when.their fhepherd bled. 
 
 Before the father's awful throne, 
 Our merciful high-prieft he ftancls, 
 
 And interceding for his own, 
 
 The purchased remnant now demands x 
 
 His people's everlafting friend, 
 
 Who loving — loves them to the end. 
 
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 May we his banifh'd ones rejoice, 
 Him for our Lord and God to own ; 
 
 To take him as our only choice, 
 And cleave to him in love alone •, 
 
 Be growing up in holinefs, 
 
 Tl^en meet him in the realms of blifs. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXLI. 
 
 J O H H XIII. I. 
 
 i ^pH I S God is the God we adore, 
 -■- Our faithful unchangeable friend y 
 Whofe love is as great as his pow'r, 
 And neither knows mealure nor end. 
 
 2 'Tis Jefus, the FiRST and the last, 
 
 Whofe fpirit fhall guide us fafe home: 
 We'll praife him for all that is paft, 
 And truft him for ail that's to come. 
 
 HYMN CXLJI. 
 
 i A Thoufand foes prepare to war 
 ^ ^ Againft a feeble faint \ 
 Jefus, in my behalf appear, 
 And chear me, left I faint, 
 
 i Give me an heart divorced from fin, 
 Shut up from worldly care ; 
 Conltant, lincere, and fervent in 
 The exercife of pray'r. 
 
 1 Watchful 
 
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 3 Watchful in ev'ry work and word, 
 
 Ready to fpeak thy praife ; 
 Arm'd with thy Spirit's two-edg'd fword, 
 And cloath'd with ev'ry grace. 
 
 4 Fill'd with a godly filial fear, 
 
 A conilant jealous care ; 
 Left I from the right path fhw'd err, 
 Or fall into a fnare. 
 
 5 To ev'ry earthly obje£t dead ; 
 
 Alive to things above ^ 
 Conformed into my living head, 
 And filPd with burning love. 
 
 6 Let furious heats no more moleft, 
 
 Nor paffions chafe my mind ; 
 Quench all ill tempers in my bread, 
 And make me meek and kind. 
 
 j Grant me a ferious, fober mind,. 
 From levity (ct free •, 
 That I may fhew to all mankind, 
 Thine image, Lord, in me. 
 
 8 AlTume in me thy dwelling place, 
 Thy temple, and thy throne •, 
 Then ftubborn felf fhall bend to grace, 
 And antichrift fall down. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXLIII. 
 
 ADORING CHRIST. 
 
 i T> Rethren let us join to blefs 
 -** Jefus Chrilt, our joy and peace ; 
 Let our praife to him be giv'n, 
 High at God's right hand in heav'n !' 
 
 2 Mailer fee ! to thee we bow, 
 Thou art Lord, and only thou $ 
 Thou the bleffed virgin's feed, 
 Glory of thy church, and head, 
 
 3 Thee the angels ceafelefs fing. 
 Thee we praife, our prieft and king •, 
 Worthy is thy name of praife, 
 
 Full of glory, full of grace. 
 
 4 Thou hall the glad tidings brought, 
 Of falvation by thee wrought-; 
 Wrought for all thy church ! and we 
 Worihip in their company. 
 
 5 We thy little flock adore 
 Thee, the Lord for evermore ! 
 Ever with us fhew thy love, 
 'Till we join with thofe above ! 
 
 H Y M N 
 
 
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 HYMN CXLIV. 
 
 TO THE HOLY GHOST. 
 
 i OTAY, thou infulted fpirit, ftay, 
 ^ Tho' I have done thee fuch defpite ; 
 Caft not a finner quite away, 
 Nor take thine everlafting flight. 
 
 2 Tho' I have moft unfaithful been,. 
 
 Of all, whoe'er thy grace received* 
 Ten thoufand times thy goodnefs leen, 
 Ten thoufand times thy goodnefs griev'd* 
 
 3 But O! the chief of finners fpare, 
 
 In honour of my great high-prieft •> 
 Nor in thy righteous anger fwear 
 T'exclude me from thy people's reft. 
 
 4 If yet thou canft my fins forgive, 
 
 E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes ; 
 Into thy reft of love receive, 
 
 And blefs me with the calm repofe, 
 
 5 E'en now my weary foul releafe, 
 
 And raife me by thy gracious hand ; 
 Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
 And bring me to the prcmis'd land. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN CXLV. 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S EXPECTATION. 
 
 1 /^ O D of all confolation, take 
 ^-* The glory of thy grace •, 
 Thy gifts to thee we render back 
 
 In ceafelefs fongs of praife. 
 
 2 Not unto us, but thee, O Lord, 
 
 Glory to thee be giv'n, 
 For ev'ry gracious thought and word, 
 That brought us nearer heav'n. 
 
 3 Our fouls are in his mighty hand, 
 
 And he will keep them ftill; 
 And you and I (hall furely ftand 
 With him on Zion's hill. 
 
 4 Him eye to eye we there fhall fee, 
 
 Our face, like his, fhall Ihinej 
 O what a glorious company, 
 hen faints and angels join! 
 
 5 O what a joyful meeting there, 
 
 In robes of white array'd, 
 Palms in our hands we all ftialj bear, 
 And crowns upon our head ! 
 
 6 Then 
 
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 6 Then let us earneflly contend, 
 
 And fight our paifage thro* ; 
 
 Bear in our faithful mind the end. 
 
 And keep the prize in view. 
 
 7 Then let us haften to the day, 
 
 When all fhall be brought home; 
 Come, O redeemer, come away, 
 Lord Jefu, quickly come ! 
 
 II Y M N CXLVI. 
 
 A BLESSED GOSPEL. 
 
 i T> LEST are the fouls that hear and know 
 ■*-* The gofpePs joyful found; 
 Peace fhall attend the path they go, 
 And light their fteps furround. 
 
 2 Their joy fhall bear their fpirits up, 
 
 Thro 5 their' redeemer's name; 
 His righteoufnefs exalts their hope, 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 3 The Lord our glory and defence, 
 
 Strength, and falvation gives ; 
 Ifrael, thy king for ever reigns, 
 Thy God for ever lives. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXLVII. 
 ADORING JESUS, 
 
 1 r\ Come let us join, 
 
 ^^ Together combine, 
 To praife our dear Saviour, our matter 
 divine. 
 
 2 Him let us adore, 
 Who cover'd with gol'e, 
 
 Late hanged on Calvary, both wounded, 
 and poor. 
 
 3 He worthy is bleft 
 By fpirits at reit, 
 
 Who once in this defert his godhead con- 
 fefsU 
 
 4 The prophets who told 
 His JufPrings of old, 
 
 Sing now fweet thankigivings on pfalteries 
 of gold. 
 
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 5 The fathers to whom 
 
 He fhew'd he would come, 
 Now in his pavilion take up their long 
 home. 
 
 6 The 
 
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 6 The fpirits of men, 
 Who for him were flain, 
 
 From Abel the righteous fhare now in his 
 reign. 
 
 7 The apoftles who flood, 
 Refilling to blood, 
 
 For Jefus's goipel rejoice in their God. 
 
 8 O church of the Lamb, 
 Here met, do the fame, 
 
 With faints and with angels blefs Jefus's 
 name. 
 
 9 My foul bear a part, 
 For ranfom'd thou art, 
 
 By Jefu's blood-fhedding, his burial, and 
 fmart. 
 
 io To him that was flain, 
 The fcorn'd Nazarene, 
 Be glory and honour ^ let all fay " Amen." 
 
 HYMN CXLVIII. 
 
 i {\ Thou holy Lamb divine, 
 
 ^^ How canfl thou and fmners join ? 
 
 God of fpotlefs purity, 
 
 ilow fhall man concur with thee ? 
 
 2 Offer 
 
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 2 Offer up one facrifice 
 Acceptable to the fkies ; 
 
 What (hall wretched finners bring 
 Pleafing to the glorious king ? 
 
 3 Only fin we call our own, 
 But thou art the darling fon,. 
 Thine it is our God t'appeafe, 
 Him thou doll for ever pleafe. 
 
 4 We on thee alone depend, 
 With thy facrifice afcend, 
 Render what thy grace hath giv'n* 
 Lift our fouls with thee to heav'n. 
 
 HYMN CXL1X. 
 
 HUMAN WEAKNESS AND CHRISTs 
 STRENGTH. 
 
 1 ' ' ET me but hear my Saviour fay, 
 "*-' Strength fhall be equal to thy day ; 
 Then I rejoice in deep diftrefs, 
 Leaning on all ftifficient grace. 
 
 2 I glory in infirmity, 
 
 That Chrift's own pow'r may reft on me y 
 When I am weak, then am I ftrong, 
 Grace is my ihield, and Chrift my long* 
 
 P 2 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N CL. 
 
 GOD GLORIOUS AND SINNERS 
 SAVED. 
 
 J "LEATHER, how wide thy glory (bines ! 
 How high thy wonders rife ! 
 Known thro' the earth by thoufand figas, 
 By thoufand thro' the Ikies. 
 
 2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy poVr, 
 
 Their motions fpeak thy fkill ; 
 And en the wings of ev'ry hour 
 We read thy patience ftill. 
 
 3 But when we view thy great defign 
 
 To fave rebellious worms ; 
 Where vengeance and compaflion join 
 In their divineft forms. 
 
 4 Here the whole deity is known, 
 
 Nor dares a creature guefs 
 Which of the glories brighteft fhone, 
 The juftice, or the grace. 
 
 5 Now the full glories, of the Lamb 
 
 Adorn the heav'nly plains, 
 Bright feraphs learn ImmanuePs name,. 
 And try their choiceft ftrains. 
 
 6 O mav 
 
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 O may I bear fome humble part 
 
 In that immortal fong ; 
 Wonder and joy Ihall tune my heart, 
 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
 HYMN CLI. 
 
 THY WORD IS TRUTH, 
 
 i A/J Y hiding place, my refuge, tow'r, 
 •^ V1 And fhield art thou, O Lord, 
 I firmly anchor all my hopes 
 On thy unerring word.. 
 
 2 Engrav'd as in eternal brafs, 
 
 The mighty promife fhines ; 
 Nor can the pow'rs of darknefs raze 
 Thole everlafting lines. 
 
 3 The facred word of grace is ftrong, 
 
 As that which built the fkies ; 
 The voice which rolls the ftars along. 
 Spake all the promifes. 
 
 4 My hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r, 
 
 And fhield art thou, O Lord, 
 I firmly anchor all my hopes 
 On thy unerring word. 
 
 P 3 H Y.M N 
 
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 HYMN CLII. 
 
 P R O V. XXVIII. 14. 
 
 1 /^| O D of all grace and majefty ! 
 
 ^ J Supremely great and good ! 
 If I have favour found with thee, 
 
 Thro'th' atoning blood : 
 The guard of all thy mercies give. 
 
 And to my pardon join 
 A fear, left I ihou'd ever grieve 
 
 The gracious fpirit divine. 
 
 2 If mercy is indeed with thee, 
 
 May I obedient prove, 
 Nor e'er abufe my liberty, 
 
 Or fin againft thy love : • 
 This choiceft fruit of faith beftow 
 
 -On thy fojourner here ; 
 And let me pafs my days below 
 
 In humblenefs and fear. 
 
 3 Still may I walk as in thy fight, 
 
 My ftrift obferver fee ; 
 And thou by rev'rent love unite 
 
 My child-like heart to thee : 
 Still let me, till my days are paft, 
 
 At Jefu's feet abide : 
 So fhall he lift me up at laft, 
 
 And feat me by his fide. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CLIII. 
 
 JOHN XIII. 9. 
 
 1 T E S U S, thou art my righteoufnefs* 
 J For all my: fins were thine •, 
 
 Thy. death hath bought of God my peace* 
 Thy life hath made him mine : 
 
 My dying Saviour, and my God ! 
 Fountain for guilt and fin ! 
 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 And cieanie, and keep. me clean, 
 
 2 Wafh me, and make me thus thine owHj. 
 
 Wafh me, and mine thou art ; 
 Wafh me, but not my feet alone, 
 
 My hands, my head, and heart ! 
 Th' atonement of thy blood apply^ 
 
 'Till faith to fight improve; 
 'Till hope in full enjoyment die 5 
 
 And. all my foul be love ! 
 
 HYMN CL1V. 
 
 INCONSTANCY. 
 
 1 T ORD Jefu, when, when fhall it be, 
 -L ' That L no more fhall break with thee? 
 When will this war of paflion ceafe, 
 And my free foul enjoy thy peace ? 
 
 2 Here 
 
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 2 Here I repent, and fin again ; 
 Now I revive, and now am flain; 
 Slain by the fame unhappy dart, 
 Which oh! too often wounds my heart* 
 
 3 O Saviour, when, when fhall I be, 
 A garden feal'd to all but thee? 
 
 No more expos'd, no more undone. 
 But live and grow to thee alone. 
 
 4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my courfe 3 
 And draw me on .with thy fweet force ; 
 Still make me walk, ftill make me tend.,. 
 By thee my way, to God my end. 
 
 . p H Y M N CLV. 
 TO JESUS C H R I S T. 
 
 1 IJOLY Lamb, who thee receive^ 
 -* A Who in thee begin to live •, 
 Day and night they cry to thee, 
 
 As thou art, fo let us be. 
 
 2 Fix, O fix my wav'ring mind, 
 To thy crofs my fpirit bind •, 
 Earthly paffions far remove, 
 Perfeft all our fouls in love. 
 
 3 Dufl 
 
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 j Duft and afhcs tho' we be, 
 Full of guilt, and mifery ; 
 Thine we are, thou fon of God, 
 Take the purchafe of thy blood. 
 
 4 Boundlefs wifdom, pow'r divine, 
 Love unfpeakable, are thine •, 
 Praife by all to thee be giv'n, 
 Sons of earth, and hofts of heav'nt 
 
 HYMN CLVII. 
 
 COMPLEATNESS IN CHRIST. 
 
 i IZ' I N D is the fpeech of Chrift our Lor<}> 
 -t ** AiFecftion founds in ev'ry word ; 
 <c Thou art my chofen one, he cries* 
 Bound to my heart by various ties." 
 
 2 Sweet is thy voice, dear Lord, to me % 
 " I will behold no fpot in thee ;" 
 What mighty wonders love performs* 
 That puts a comelinefs on worms I 
 
 3 DefiPd and loathfome as we are, 
 
 Thou mak'fl us white, and call'ft us fair ! 
 Adorn'ft us with thy heav'nly drefs, 
 Thy graces, and thy righteoufnefs. 
 
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 O may my fpirit daily rife 
 On wings of faith above the ikies ; 
 'Till death fhall make my laft remove* 
 To dwell for ever in thy love ! 
 
 HYMN CLVL 
 
 PRESERVING GRACE. 
 
 >Tp O God the only wife, 
 A Our Saviour and our king, 
 Let all the faints below the ikies 
 Their humble praifes bring. 
 
 *Tis his almighty love, 
 His council and his care, 
 Preferves us fafe from fin and death* 
 And ev'ry hurtful fnare. 
 
 He will prefent our fouls 
 Unblemifh'd, and compleat, 
 Before the glory of his face, 
 With joys divinely great. 
 
 Then all the chofen feed 
 Shall meet around the throne 5 
 Shall blefs the conduit of his grace, 
 And make his wonders known. 
 
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 5 To our redeeming God 
 
 Wifdom and pow'r belongs^ 
 Immortal crowns of majefty, 
 And everlafting fongs* 
 
 HYMN CLVIII. 
 
 PLEADING THE COVENANT. 
 
 r\ Lord my God, whole fov'reign love 
 ^^ Is ftill the fame, nor e'er can move ^ 
 Look to the covenant, and fee 
 For once thy love was fhewn to me : 
 Remember, O my deareft friend, 
 And love me alway to the end. 
 
 Be with me ftill, as heretofore, 
 And help me forward more and more, 
 My ftrong, my ftubborn will incline 
 To be obedient ftill to thine : 
 
 O lead me by thy gracious hand, 
 And guide me fafe to Canaan's land. 
 
 I need not fay, for w 7 ell thou know'ft 
 How I, without thy help I'm loft ; 
 Thou know'ft how apt I am to err, 
 But thou canft make me perfevere : 
 Be then my light, and let me fee 
 That I have yet my lot in thee. 
 
 4 O take 
 
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 O take me up above .the fkies, 
 
 Tranflate me to thy paradife ; 
 
 Then fhall I reft from ev'ry woe, 
 
 From all the troubles here below : 
 
 Grant this, my Lord, and kindly fay* 
 Come, my redeemed, come away. 
 
 HYMN CLIX. 
 
 JOB V. 19, 
 
 I \XTHY fhould I doubt his love at laft; 
 
 * With anxious thoughts perplext ? 
 Who fav'd me in the troubles paft, 
 
 Will five me in the next : 
 Will lave, 'till at my lateft hour, 
 
 With more than conqueft bleil. 
 I foar beyond temptations pow'r, 
 
 To my redeemer's breaft, 
 
 HYMN CLX. 
 
 GOD's OMNIPRESCIENCE. 
 
 1 T ORD, all I am is known to thee, 
 -L/ In vain my foul would try 
 To foun thy prefence, or to flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2 Thy 
 
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 4 Thy all-furrounding fight furveys 
 My rifing and my reft, 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 The fecrets of my breaft. 
 
 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, 
 
 Before they're form'd within, 
 And e're my lips pronounce the won5, 
 Thou know'ft the fenfe I mean. 
 
 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! 
 
 Where can a creature hide ? 
 Within thy circling arms I lie, 
 Befet on ev'ry fide. 
 
 5 So let my grace furround me (till, 
 
 And like a bulwark prove, 
 To guard my foul from ev'ry ill, 
 Secur'd by fov'reign love. 
 
 HYMN CLXI. 
 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 i T>LESS, O my foul, the living God, 
 ^ Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad^ 
 Let all the pow'rs within me join, 
 In work and worfhip fo divine. 
 
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 2 Blefs, O my foul, the God of grace, 
 His favours claim thy higheft praife ; 
 Why fliould the wonders he hath wrought 
 Be loll in filence, and forgot ? 
 
 3 5 Twas he, my foul, that lent his fon 
 
 To die for crimes which thou hail done \ 
 He %wns the ranfom, and forgives 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 
 4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs, 
 His mercy crowns our growing years % 
 He fatisfies our mouth with good, 
 And. fills our mouth with heav'nly food. 
 
 5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs, 
 Let the whole earth adore his grace ; 
 May ail our pow'rs within us join, 
 
 In work and worihip fo divine ! 
 
 HYMN CLXIL 
 
 SIGHT OF GOD AND CHRIST IN 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 i -T"VEfcend from heav'n, immortal dove, 
 *~* Stoop down and take us on thy wings, 
 And mount, and bear us far above 
 
 The reach of thefc inferior things. 
 
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 1 O for a fight, a pleafing* fight ! 
 Of our almighty father's throne ! 
 There fits our Saviour, crown'd with light, 
 Cloath'd in a body like our own. 
 
 3 Adoring faints around him ftand, 
 
 And thrones and pow'rs before him faH, 
 The God fhines gracious thro' the man, 
 And fheds fweet glories on them all. 
 
 4 When fhall the day, dear Lord appear, 
 That we fhall mount to dwell above, 
 And ftand and bow amongft them there, 
 And view thy face, and fing thy love. 
 
 HYMN CLXIIL 
 LOOKING TO JESUS. 
 
 OW glorious the Lamb 
 
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 * x Is feen on the throne ! 
 His labours are o'er, 
 
 His conquefts are won. 
 A kingdom is given 
 
 Into the Lamb's hand, 
 In earth and in heaven, 
 
 For ever to ftand. 
 
 Qj> Ye 
 
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 Ye finners below 
 
 Then truft in the Lord, 
 Look up to his arm, 
 
 His honour, his word : 
 Athirft for his favour, 
 -His godhead adore, 
 Look up to your Saviour* 
 
 And joy evermore ! 
 
 PSALMS 
 
Particular • 
 
 PSALMS 
 
 SELECTED FROM THE 
 
 OLD VERSION. 
 
 PSALM L 
 
 £ >TPHE man is bleft, that hath not lent 
 *- To wicked men his ear ; 
 Nor led his life as Tinners do, 
 Nor fat in fcorners chair. 
 
 2 But in the law of God the Lord 
 Doth let his whole delight 5 
 And in the fame doth exercife 
 Himfelf both day and night. 
 
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 3 He (hall be like a tree that is 
 
 Planted the rivers nigh ; 
 Which in due feafon bringeth forth 
 Its fruit abundantly. 
 
 4 Whofe leaf fhall never fade nor fall*. 
 
 But flourishing fhall Hand : 
 E'en fo all things fhall profper. well, 
 That this man takes in hand. 
 
 5 As for ungodly men, with them 
 
 It fhall be nothing fo •, 
 But as the chaff, which by the wind 
 Is driven to and fro'. 
 
 6 Therefore the wicked man fhall not; 
 
 In judgment fland upright •, 
 
 Nor in th' affembly of the juft. 
 
 Shall finners come in fight. 
 
 7 Foy why ? the way of godly men 
 
 Unto the Lord is known : 
 "Whereas the way of wicked men 
 Shall quite be overthrown. 
 
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 PSALM V. 
 
 VERSES I. 4, I I . 
 
 1 TNcline thine ears, O Lord, and let 
 •* My words have free accefs 
 
 To thee, who art my God and king> 
 From whom I feek redrefs. 
 
 2 Hear me betimes, Lord, tarry not v 
 
 For I will have refpedt, 
 My fupplication night and morn, 
 To thee will I direct. 
 
 3. And I will patiently dill truft 
 In thee my God alone : 
 Thou art not pleas'd with wickednefs, 
 And ill with thee dwells none. 
 
 4 Such as be foolifh fnall not ftand 
 
 In fight of thee, O Lord : 
 Vain workers of iniquity 
 Thou always haft abhorr'd. 
 
 5 But thou with favour wilt increafe. 
 
 The juft and righteous ftill •, 
 And with thy grace, as withaihield, 
 Defend him from all. ill. 
 
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 PSALM vin. 
 
 VERSES I 4, 8. 
 
 1 f\ Lord our God, how wonderful 
 ^^ Are thy works ev'ry where ; 
 Thy fame furmounts in dignity 
 
 The higheft heav'ns that are. 
 
 2 E'en.- by the mouths of fucking babes 
 
 Thou wilt confound thy foes ^ 
 For in thofe babes thy might is feen, 
 Thy graces they difclofe. 
 
 3 And when I fee the heav'ns above, 
 
 The work of thine own hand ; 
 The fan, the moon, and all the ftars, 
 In order as they ftand. 
 
 4 Lord what is man, that thou of him 
 
 Tak'ft fuch abundant care ? 
 Or what's the fon of man, whom thou 
 To vifit doft not fpare ? 
 
 5 O Lord our God, how excellent 
 
 Is thy mod glorious name 
 In all the earth ! therefore we do 
 Praife and adore the fame. 
 
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 PSALM XV. 
 
 VERSES I 5, 7. 
 
 1 V\7lthin thy tabernacle, Lord 
 
 VV Who fhall inhabit ftill ? 
 Or whom wilt thou receive to dwell 
 In thy mod holy hill ? 
 
 2 The man whofe life is uncorrupt, 
 
 Whofe works are juft and (trait ; 
 Whofe heart doth think the very truth* 
 And tongue fpeaks no. deceit. 
 
 3 That to his neighbour doth no ill 
 
 In body, goods, or name •, 
 Nor willingly doth flanders raife, 
 Which might impair the fame. 
 
 4 That in his heart regardeth not 
 
 Malicious wicked men : 
 But thofe that love and fear the Lord* 
 He maketh much of them. 
 
 5 His oath, and all his promifes 
 
 That keepeth faithfully, 
 Altho he make his cov'nant fo, 
 That he doth lofe thereby. 
 
 6 Whofe* 
 
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 6 Whofo doth thefe things faithfully 
 And turneth not therefrom ; 
 Shall never perifh in this world, 
 Nor that which is to come. 
 
 PSALM XIX. 
 
 VERSES 7 14. 
 
 1 TJOW perfeft is the law of God? 
 ■* His covenant is fure ; 
 Converting fouls, and making wife 
 
 The fimple, and obfcure. 
 
 2 The Lord's commands are righteous, andl 
 
 Rejoice the heart \ likewife 
 His precepts are mod pure, and do 
 Give light unto the eyes. 
 
 3 The fear of God is excellent, 
 
 And ever doth endure •, 
 The judgments of the Lord, alfo- 
 Moft righteous are, and pure. 
 
 4 And more to be defired are 
 
 Than much fine gold alway \ 
 The honey and the honey-comb 
 Are not fo. fweet as they. 
 
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 5 By them thy fervant is forwarnM 
 
 To have God in regard ; 
 And in performance of the lame 
 There fhall be great reward. 
 
 6 But Lord, what earthly man doth know 
 
 The errors of his life ? 
 Lord cleanfe me from my fecret fins, 
 Which are in me moft rife. 
 
 7 And keep me that prefumptuous fins 
 
 Prevail not over me ; 
 And fo fhall I be innocent, 
 And great offences flee. 
 
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 8 Accept my mouth and heart alfo, 
 
 My words and thoughts each one ; 
 For my Redeemer and my ftrength, 
 O Lord, thou art alone. 
 
 PSALM XXIII. 
 
 i A/F Y fhepherd is the living Lord, 
 ^ Nothing therefore I need ; 
 
 In paftures fair, near pleafant ftreams, 
 He fctteth me to feed. 
 
 2 He fhall convert and glad my foul 
 And bring my mind in frame, 
 To walk in paths of righteoufhefc, 
 For his moil holv name. 
 
 3 Yea 
 
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 3 Yea tho' I walk in vale of death* 
 
 Yet will I fear no ill: 
 Thy rod and ftaff do comfort me-, 
 And thou art with me ftill. 
 
 4 And in the prefence of my foes 
 
 My table thou (halt fpread : 
 Thou wilt fill full my cup, and thou 
 Anointed haft my head. 
 
 5 Thro' all my life thy favour is 
 
 So frankly fhew'd to me ; 
 That in thy houfe for evermore 
 My dwelling place {hall be. 
 
 PSAL M XXIV. 
 
 VERSE 3 6. 
 
 j V&^HO is the man, OLord, thatfhall 
 * * Afcend unto thy hill? 
 Or pafs into thy holy place, 
 There to continue ftill? 
 
 2 Ev'n he, whofe hands and heart are pure, 
 Which nothing doth defile: 
 His foul not let on vanity, 
 And hath not fworn to guile. 
 
 2 Him 
 
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 3 Him that is fuch a one, the Lord 
 
 Moft highly will regard •, 
 And from his God and Saviour fhall 
 Receive a jufl: reward. 
 
 4 This is the generation of 
 
 Them that do leek his grace ; 
 Ev'n them that with an upright heart, 
 O Jacob, feek thy face. 
 
 PSALM XXV. 
 
 VERSES 4 10. 
 
 T^IRECT me in thy truth, 
 *~* And teach me I thee pray ; 
 Thou art my Saviour, and my God, 
 On thee I wait alway. 
 
 Thy mercies manifold 
 Remember, Lord, I pray ; 
 In pity thou art plentiful, 
 And fo haft been alway. 
 
 Remember not the faults, 
 And frailty of my youth ; 
 Call not to mind how ignorant 
 I have been of thy truth. 
 
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 Nor after my deferts 
 Let me thy mercy find ; 
 But of thine own benignity, 
 Lord, have me in thy mind. 
 
 His mercy is moft fweet, 
 His truth a perfect guide ; 
 Therefore the Lord will finners teach, 
 And fuch as go afide. 
 
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 6 The humble he will teach 
 His precepts to obey \ 
 
 He will direft in all his paths 
 The lowly man alway. 
 
 7 For all the ways of God 
 Both truth and mercy are, 
 
 To them that do his covenant, 
 And ftatutes keep with care. 
 
 PSALM XXX. 
 
 VERSES I 4. 
 
 I A LL laud and praife with heart and voice, 
 **-*• O Lord, I give to thee : 
 Who didft not make my foes rejoice, 
 But haft exalted me. 
 
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 2 O Lord my God, to thee I cry'd 
 
 In all my pain and grief; 
 ' Thou gav'ft an ear, and did ft provide 
 To eale me with relief. 
 
 3 Thou Lord, haft brought my foul from hell* 
 
 And thou the fame didft fave 
 From them that in the pit do dwell, 
 And kept'ft me from the grave. 
 
 4 Sing praife, ye faints, that prove and fee 
 
 The goodnefs of the Lord \ 
 In honour of his majefty 
 Rejoice with one accord* 
 
 PSALM XXXIIL 
 
 VERSES I, 3, 4, 7. 
 
 1 *\J^ righteous, in the Lord rejoice, 
 
 1 It is a feemly fight, 
 That upright men with thankful voice, 
 Should praife the Lord of might. 
 
 2 Sing to the Lord a fong moft new, 
 
 With courage give him praife •, 
 For why ? his word is ever true 
 His works, and all his ways. 
 
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 3 Both judgment, equity, and right, 
 
 He ever lov'd, and will -, 
 And with his gifts he doth delight 
 The earth throughout to fill. 
 
 4 Let all the earth then fear the Lord, 
 
 And keep his righteous law •, 
 And all the world, with one accord, 
 Dread him and ftand in awe. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. 
 
 VERSES I 4, 21. 
 
 i T Will give laud and honour both 
 ■*• Unto the Lord always i 
 My mouth alfo for evermore, 
 Shall fpeak unto his praife. 
 
 2 I do delight to laud the Lord 
 
 In foul, in heart, and voice ; 
 That humble men may hear thereof, 
 And heartily rejoice. 
 
 3 Therefore fee that ye magnify 
 
 With me the living Lord ^ 
 Let us exalt his holy name 
 Always with one accord. 
 
 4 For 
 
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 4 For I myfelf befought the Lord, 
 
 He anfwer'd me again ; 
 And me deliver'd fpeedily, 
 From all my fear and pain. 
 
 5 For they that fear the living Lord 
 
 Are ever fafe and found •, 
 And as for thofe that truft in him, 
 Nothing fhall them confound. 
 
 PSALM XL. 
 
 VERSES I 4, 15. 
 
 1 T Waited long, and fought the Lord, 
 
 And patiently did bear ; 
 
 At length tome he did accord 
 
 My voice and cry to hear. 
 
 2 He brought me from the dreadful pit, 
 
 Out of the mire and clay •, 
 Upon a rock he fet my feet, 
 And he did guide my way, 
 
 3 To me he taught a pfalm of praife, 
 
 Which I mull fhew abroad -, 
 And fing new fongs of thanks always 
 Unto the Lord my God, 
 
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 4 When all the folk thefe things fhall fee, 
 
 As people much afraid ; 
 Then they unto the Lord will flee, 
 And truft upon his aid. 
 
 5 Thy tender mercy, Lord, from me- 
 
 Withdraw thou not away ; 
 But let thy love and verity 
 Preferve me night and day. 
 
 PSALM XCII. 
 
 VERSES I, 2, 4, 5, 6, 15. 
 
 1 IT is a thing both good and meet, 
 A To praife the higheft Lord ; 
 And to thy name, O thou molt high, 
 
 To fing with one accord. 
 
 2 To fhew the kindneis of the Lord, 
 
 Before the day be light ; 
 And to declare his truth abroad, 
 When it doth draw to night., 
 
 3 For thou haft made me to rejoice 
 
 In things fo wrought by thee, 
 That I have joy in heart and voice 
 Thy handy works to fee. 
 
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 4 O Lord, how glorious and how great 
 
 Are thy works round about ! 
 So deeply are thy counfels let, 
 That none can find them out. 
 
 5 The man unwife cannot tell how 
 
 This work to pafs to bring ; 
 And fools alfo are moft unfit 
 To underftand this thing. 
 
 6 The Lord my God is good and jaft; 
 
 And upright in his will : 
 He is my rogk, my hope, my truft„ 
 In him there is no ill. 
 
 PSAL M XCVL 
 
 VERSES I 4. 
 
 i ClNG ye with praile unto the Lord, 
 New longs with joy and mirth ^ 
 Sing unto him with one accord, 
 All people on the earth. 
 
 2 Yea, ling unto the Lord alway, 
 Praile ye his holy name -, 
 Declare, and fhew from day to day, 
 Salvation by the fame. 
 
 3 Among 
 
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 3 Among the people all declare 
 
 His honour round about ; 
 To fhew his wonders do not fpare 
 In all the world throughout. 
 
 4 For why ? the Lord is much of might* 
 
 And worthy of all praife ; 
 And he is to be dread of right, 
 Above all gods always. 
 
 ESAL M C, 
 
 X A I<L people that on earth do dwell, 
 •**• Sing to the Lord with chearful voice \ 
 Him ferve with fear, his praife forth tell. 
 Come ye before him and rejoice. 
 
 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed. 
 Without our aid he did us make •, 
 We are his flock, he doth us feed, 
 And for his Iheep he doth us take. 
 
 3 O enter then his gates with praife, 
 Approach with joy his courts unto ; 
 Praife, laud, and blefs his name always, 
 For it is feemly fo to do, 
 
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 For why ? the Lord our God is good, 
 His mercy is for ever fure ; 
 His truth at all times firmly flood* 
 And fhall from age to age endure. 
 
 PSALM CIIL 
 
 VERSES I 4. 
 
 i ]V/J Y foul, give laud unto the Lord* 
 ^ VA My fpirit do the fame ; 
 And all the fecrets of my heart, 
 Praife ye his holy name. 
 
 2 Praife thou the Lord, my foul, who hath 
 
 To thee been very kind •, 
 And fuffer not his benefits 
 To flip out of thy mind. 
 
 3 That gave thee pardon for thy faults. 
 
 And thee reftor'd again, 
 From all thy weak and frail difeafe, 
 And heard thee of thy pain. 
 
 4 That did redeem thy life from death, 
 
 From which thou could'fl not flee : 
 His mercy and compafiion both 
 He did extend to thee. 
 
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 V E N I CREATOR. 
 
 VERSES 7 II. 
 
 1 f~\ Holy Ghoft, into our fouls 
 
 ^^^ Send down thy heav'nly light ; 
 Inflame our hearts with fervent love > 
 To ferve God day and night. 
 
 2 Our weaknefs ftrengthen and confirm* 
 
 Which feeble is and frail > 
 That neither devil, world, nor ftefh* 
 Againft us may prevail. 
 
 3 Our enemies put far from us, 
 
 And grant us to obtain 
 Peace in our hearts with God and man, 
 The bell and trueft gain. 
 
 4 And grant, O Lord, that thou being 
 
 Our leader and our guide ; 
 We may avoid the fnares of fin, 
 
 And never from thee Aide. 
 
 5 To us fuch plenty of thy grace, 
 
 Good Lord, grant we thee pray •, 
 That thou mayft be our comforter, 
 At the laft dreadful day. 
 
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 THE LAMENTATION OF A SINNER. 
 
 VERSES I 4, 10, II. 
 
 1 r\ Lord, turn not thy face away 
 ^^ From him that lies proftrate, 
 Lamenting lore his finful life 
 
 Before thy mercy gate. - 
 
 2 Which thou doft open wide to thofe, 
 
 That do lament their fin •, 
 O fliut it not againft me, Lord, 
 But let me enter in. 
 
 3 Call me not to a drift account 
 
 How I have lived here ; 
 For then I know right well, O Lord., 
 Moft vile I fhall appear. 
 
 4 I need not to confefs my life* 
 
 For furely thou canft tell 
 What I have been, and what I am, 
 O Lord, thou knoweft well. 
 
 5 O Lord, I need not to repeat 
 
 What I do beg or crave ; 
 For thou doft know before I afk, 
 The thins; that I would have. 
 
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 6 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I afk, 
 This is the total fum ; 
 For mercy, Lord, is all my fuit, 
 O let thy mercy come. 
 
 Sacramental 
 
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 HYMNS, 
 
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 FESTIVALS 
 
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 PARTICULAR OCCASIONS. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 H Y M N I. 
 
 i nn HIS day the Lord of hofts invites 
 -** Unto a coftly feaft ; 
 I wou'd take care, and well prepare 
 To be a welcome gueft. 
 
 2 Awake repentance, faith, and love, 
 
 Awake O ev'ry grace ; 
 To meet your Lord, with one accords 
 In his mod holy place. 
 
 3 Worldly diftra&ion, flay behind, 
 
 Below the mount abide ; 
 Caufe no diflurbance in my mind, 
 To make my Saviour chide. 
 
 4 O come, my Lord, the time draws nigh. 
 
 That I am to receive -, 
 Stand with my pardon fealed by, 
 Perfuade me to believe. 
 
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 5 Let not my Jefus now be ftr :nge % 
 
 Nor hide himfelf from me \ 
 But caufe thy face to fhine upon 
 The foul that longs for thee. 
 
 6 Come, bleffed Spirit, from above, 
 
 My foul do thou infpire, 
 T* approach the table of the Lord* 
 With fulnefs of defire. 
 
 7 O let our entertainment now 
 
 Be fo exceeding fweet, 
 That we may long to come again, 
 And at thine altar meet. 
 
 HYMN II. 
 
 FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 
 
 /^OME, deareft Lord, defcend and dwell, 
 ^ By faith and love in ev'ry breaft ! 
 Then fhall we know, and tafte, and feel, 
 The joys that cannot be exprefs'd. 
 
 Come fill our hearts with inward flrength, 
 
 Make our enlarged fouls poffefs, 
 
 And learn the heighth, and breadth, and 
 
 length 
 Of thine unmeafurable grace. 
 
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 Now to the God, whofe pow'r can do, 
 More than our thought and wifhes know > 
 Be everlafting honours done, 
 By all the church, thro 5 Chrift the fon. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 PLEADING C H R I S T. 
 
 i RATHER, God, who fee'ft in me 
 -*■ Only fin and mifery, 
 See thine own anointed one, 
 Look on thy beloved fon. 
 
 7, Turn from me thy glorious eyes, 
 To that bloody facnfice ; 
 To that full atonement made, 
 To that utmoft ranfom paid. 
 
 3 To the blood that fpeaks above ? 
 Calls for thy forgiving love -, 
 To the tokens of his death, 
 Here exhibited beneath. 
 
 4 Hear his blood's prevailing cry. 
 Let thy bowels then reply ; 
 Then thro' him the finner fee - 3 
 Then in Jefus look on me ! 
 
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 HYMN IV. 
 
 TO CHRIST. 
 
 i "f AMB of God, for whom we languifh, 
 x - / Make thy gritf 
 
 Our relief, 
 Eafe us by thine anguiih. 
 
 2 O our agonizing Saviour ! 
 
 By thy pain 
 
 Let us gain 
 
 God's eternal favour ! 
 
 3 In thine own appointment blefs u% 
 
 Meet us here, 
 Now appear 
 Our almighty Jefus ! 
 
 4 Let the ordinance be fealing, 
 
 Enter now, 
 Claim us thou, 
 For thy conftant dwelling. 
 
 5 Fill the hpart of each believer ; 
 
 We a--e v thine, 
 Love divine. 
 Reign in us for eyer. 
 
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 HYMN V. 
 
 ASSURANCE OF PARDON. 
 
 i |" ORD, how divine thy comforts are ! 
 • L/ How heav'nly is the place, 
 Where Jeius fpreads the facred feaft 
 Of his redeeming grace ! 
 
 2 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord, 
 
 And ihews his wounded fide) 
 See here the fpring of all your joys, 
 That open'd when I dy'd ! 
 
 3 He fmiles, and ch-ears my mournful heart, 
 
 And tells of all his pain ; 
 All this, fays he, I bore for thee, 
 And r then he {miles again. 
 
 4 What (hall we pay our heav'nly king< 
 
 For grace fo vaft as this ? 
 He brings our pardon to our eyes, 
 And feals it with a kils. 
 
 5 Let fuch amazing loves as thefe 
 
 Be founded ail abroad , 
 Such favours are beyond degrees, 
 And worthy of a God, 
 
 6 To 
 
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 To him, that wafh'd us in his blood, 
 
 Be everlafting praife, 
 Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r, 
 
 Eternal as his days. 
 
 HYMN VI. 
 
 1 TESU, dear redeeming Lord, 
 J Magnify thy dying word, 
 In thine ordinance appear, 
 Come and meet thy foll'wers here. 
 
 2 In the rite thou haft enjoin'd, 
 Let us now our Saviour find, 
 Drink thy blood for fmners fhed, 
 Talle thee in the broken bread. 
 
 3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare, 
 Thou thy pard'ning grace declare, 
 Thou that haft for finners dy'd, 
 Shew thyfelf the crucify'd ! 
 
 4 All the pow'r of fin remove, 
 Fill us with thy heav'nly love, 
 Stamp us with the ftamp divine. 
 Seal us, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
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 HYMN VII. 
 
 THE TRIUMPHAL FEAST. 
 
 i >TpHE Lord, how glorious is his face ? 
 ■*■ How kind his fmiles appear ! 
 And oh ! what melting words he fays, 
 To ev'ry humble ear ! 
 
 2 For you, the children of my love, 
 
 It was for you I dy'd ; 
 Behold my bleeding hands and feet. 
 And look into my fide. 
 
 3 Thefe are the wounds for you I bore* 
 
 The tokens of my pains, 
 When I came down to free your fouls,," 
 From mifery and chains. 
 
 4 Juftice unfheath'd its fiery ftvord, 
 
 And plung'd it in my heart ; 
 Infinite pangs for you I bore, 
 And moft tormenting fmart. 
 
 5 When hell and all its fpiteful pow'rs 
 
 Stood dreadful in my way -, 
 To refcue thofe dear lives of yours, 
 I gave my own away. 
 
 6 But 
 
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 6 But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd, 
 
 I ruin'd Satan's throne •, 
 High on my crofs I hung, and fpy'd 
 The monfter tumbling down. 
 
 7 Vidtorious God, what can we pay 
 
 For favours fo divine ? 
 Here, Lord, we give our fouls away* 
 To be for ever thine. 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 ISAIAH LIII, 6> 
 
 ARISE, my foul, with wonder fee, 
 t " L What love divine for thee hath done j, 
 Behold thy forrow, fin, and grief* 
 Are hid on God's eternal fon. 
 
 See ! from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingling down, 
 Did e'er fuch love iuch forrow meet, 
 Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown ? 
 
 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a prefent far too fmall ; 
 Love fo amazing, fo divine, 
 Demands my foul, my life,, my all. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N IX, ] 
 
 I /^OD of all-redeeming grace, 
 
 ^* By thy pard'ning love compell'd, 
 Up to thee our fouls we raife, 
 Up to thee our bodies yield. 
 
 z Thou our facrifice receive, 
 Acceptable thro' thy fon ; 
 While to thee alone we live, 
 While we die to thee alone. 
 
 3 Juft it is, and good and right, 
 
 That we fliou'd be wholly thine, 
 In thine only will delight, 
 In thy blefled fervice join. 
 
 4 O that ev'ry thought and word 
 
 Might proclaim how good thou art \ 
 Holinefs unto the Lord, 
 
 Still be written on our heart ! 
 
 HYMN X. 
 
 i 'Together with thefe fymbols, Lord, 
 X Thy blefled felf impart •, 
 And let thy very flefti and blood 
 Feed the believing heart. 
 
 2 Let 
 
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 2 Let us from all our fins be wafh'd 
 
 In thy redeeming blood ; 
 And let thy ipirit be the feal, 
 That we are fons of God. 
 
 3 Come holy Ghoft with Jefu's love, 
 
 Prepare us for this feaft ; 
 And let us banquet with our Lord, 
 And lean upon his bread. 
 
 HYMN XL 
 
 i A LL praife to the Lord, 
 •*"** All praife is his due, 
 To day is his word 
 
 Of promife found true -, 
 We, we are the nations 
 
 Prefented to God y 
 Well pleafing oblations 
 
 Thro' Jefus's blood. 
 
 2 Poor Gentiles from far 
 
 To Jefus we came, 
 And offer'd we are 
 
 To God thro' his name ; 
 To God thro* the fpirit 
 
 Ourfelves do we give, 
 And fav'd by the merit 
 
 Of Jefus we live. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N XII. 
 
 f\ U R fhepherd alone, 
 
 W The Lord let us blefs, 
 Who fits on the throne, 
 
 The prince of our peace •, 
 Who evermore faves us 
 
 By fhedding his blood ; 
 All hail, holy Jefus, 
 
 Our Lord, and our God ! 
 
 We daily will fing 
 
 Thy merits and praife, 
 Thou merciful fpring 
 
 Of pity and grace : 
 Thy kindnefs for ever 
 
 To men we will tell, 
 And fay our dear Saviour 
 
 Redeems us from hell. 
 
 Preferve us in love 
 
 While here we abide, 
 Nor ever remove, 
 
 Nor cover, nor hide 
 Thy glorious falvation, 
 
 'Till joyful we fee 
 The beautiful vifion 
 
 Compleated in thee ! 
 
 H Y M X 
 
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 HYMN Xni. 
 CHRIST OUR PASSOVER. 
 
 1 ^THOU very pafchal Lamb, 
 
 A Whofe blood for us was fhed, 
 Thro' whom we out of Egypt came, 
 Thy ranfom'd people lead ! 
 
 2 Angel of gofpel-grace, 
 Fulfil thy character \ 
 
 To guard and f^d thy chofen race, 
 In Ifrael's camp appear. 
 
 3 Throughout the defart-way 
 Condudt us by thy light ! 
 
 Be thou a cooling cloud by day, 
 A chearing fire by night. 
 
 4 Our fainting fouls fuftain 
 With blefiings from above, 
 
 And ever on thy people rain 
 The manna of thy love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XIV. 
 
 JESUS invites his faints 
 To meet around his board •> 
 Here pardon'd rebels lit and hold 
 Communion with their Lord. 
 
 For food he gives his fiefh, 
 He bids us drink his blood ; 
 Amazing favour ! matchleis grace 
 Of our descending God ! 
 
 Let all our pow'rs be join'd, 
 His glorious name to raife ; 
 Pleafure and love nil ev'ry mind,. 
 And ev'ry voice be praife. 
 
 H Y M N XV. 
 
 £~\ Jefus, my hope, 
 
 ^ For me offer'd up, 
 Who with clamour purfu'd thee 
 To Calvary's top. 
 
 The blood thou haft fhed, 
 For me let it plead, 
 And declare thou haft dy'd 
 In thy murderer's ftead. 
 
 T 2, 3 Thy 
 
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 3 Thy blood, which alone 
 For fin cou'd atone, 
 
 For the infinite evil 
 
 I madly have done. 
 
 4 That only can feal 
 My pardon, and fill 
 
 My heart with a pow'r 
 Of obeying thy will. 
 
 5 Now, now let me know 
 It's virtue below, 
 
 Let it wafh me, and I 
 
 Shall be whiter than fnow ♦ 
 
 6 Let it hallow my heart, 
 And throughly convert, 
 
 And make me, O Lord, 
 
 In this world as thou art. 
 
 7 Each moment apply'd 
 My weaknefs to hide, 
 
 Thy blood be upon me, 
 And always abide. 
 
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 My advocate prove 
 With the father above, 
 And fpeak me at laft 
 
 To the throne of thy love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XVI. 
 
 DEDICATION TO GOD. 
 
 i A LL glory and praife 
 
 •^ To th' antient of days 
 Who was born and was flain 
 To redeem a loft race. 
 
 2 Salvation to God, 
 Who carry'd our load, 
 
 And purchased our peace 
 
 With the price of his blood. 
 
 3 And Ihall he not have 
 The lives which he gave. 
 
 Such an infinite ranfom 
 For ever to fave ? 
 
 4 Yes, Lord, we are thine. 
 And gladly refign 
 
 Our fouls to be filFd 
 
 With the fulnefs divine. 
 
 5 We yield thee thine own, 
 We'd ferve thee alone, 
 
 Thy will upon earth 
 
 As in heav'n be done. 
 
 T 3 6 How 
 
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 How, when it fhall be 
 We cannot foreiee ; 
 But oh ! let us live, 
 
 Let us die unto thee ! 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 X npHANKFUL for our ev'ry bleffing, 
 •*■ Let us fing 
 
 Chrift the fpring, 
 Never, never ceafmg ! 
 
 2 Source of all our gifts and graces* 
 
 Chrift we own, 
 Chrift alone 
 Calls for all our praifes. 
 
 3 He difpels our fin and fadnefs* 
 
 Life imparts, 
 Chears our hearts, 
 Fills with food and gladnefs. 
 
 4 He himfelf for us hath given. 
 
 Us he feeds, 
 Us he leads 
 To a ftaft in heaven. 
 
 HYMN; 
 
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 H Y M N XVIII. 
 
 ATHER of mankind. 
 Be ever ador'd ^ 
 Thy mercy we find 
 
 In fending our Lord, 
 To ranfom and blefs us ; 
 Thy goodnefs we praife 
 For fending in Jefus 
 Salvation by grace.. 
 
 2 O fon of his love, 
 
 Who defignedit to die,. 
 Our curfe to remove, 
 
 Our Dardon to buv ; 
 Accept our thankfgiving, 
 
 Almighty to fave, 
 Who openeft heaven 
 
 To ail that believe. 
 
 3 O (pint of love, 
 
 Of health and of pow'r, 
 Thy working we prove, 
 
 Thy grace we adore : 
 Whofe inward revealing 
 
 Applies our Lord's blood, 
 Attellins; and fealing 
 
 Us children of God. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XIX. 
 
 CALVARY, 
 
 i T AM 3 of God, whofe bleeding love 
 ^ We now recal to mind, 
 Send the an Aver from above, 
 
 And let us mercy find : 
 Think on us who think on thee, 
 
 And.ev'ry ftrugling foul releafe : 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace. 
 
 2 By thine agonizing pain, 
 
 And bloody fweat, we pray ; 
 By thy dying love to man, 
 
 Take all our fins away : 
 Burft our bonds, and fet us free, 
 
 From all iniquity releafe : 
 O remember, &c. 
 
 3 Let thy blood by faith apply'd, 
 
 The finner's pardon feal ; 
 Speak us freely juftify'd, 
 
 And all our ficknefs heal. 
 By thy pafiion on the tree, 
 
 Let all our griefs and troubles ceafe; 
 O remember, &c. 
 
 4 Never 
 
 
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 4 Never would we hence depart. 
 
 Till thou our wants relieve ; 
 Write forgivenefs on our hearts, 
 
 And all thine image give. 
 Still our fouls fliall cry to thee, 
 
 'Till all renew'd in holinefs ; 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace. 
 
 H Y M N XX. 
 
 x \\7E ^ n g l ft amazing deeds 
 
 That grace divine performs ; 
 Th' eternal God comes down and bleeds, 
 To nouriih dying worms. 
 
 2 Th' angelic hoft above 
 
 Did never tafte this food ; 
 They feaft upon their maker's love 
 But not a Saviour's blood. 
 
 3 Salvation to the name 
 
 Of our adored Chrift •, 
 Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim^ 
 His glory in the high'ft. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H Y M N XXL 
 
 i TESU, fufPring deity, 
 J Can we help rememb'ring thee, 
 Thee, whofe blood for us did flow, 
 Thee, who favedft us from woe! 
 
 2 Thee, redeemer of mankind, 
 Gladly now we call to mind ; 
 Thankfully the grace approve, 
 Take the tokens of thy love. 
 
 3 Thus for thy dear fake we do, 
 Here thy bloody pafTion fhew, 
 Till thou dofl to judgment come 
 Till thy arms receive us home. 
 
 HYMN XXIL 
 
 /"\UR lives, our blood we here prefent^ 
 ^ If for thy fake they may be {pent ; 
 Fulfil thy fov'reign council, Lord, 
 Thy will be done, thy name ador'd. 
 
 Give us thy ftrength, thou God of pow'r, 
 Then let men fcorn, and fatan roar \ 
 Thy faithful witnefles we'll be : 
 'Tis fix'd — we can do all thro' thee. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 1 /^OME, O my foul, and fing 
 ^ How Jefus hath thee fed ; 
 How Jefus gave himfelf for thee, 
 
 The true and living; bread. 
 
 2 I love my Saviour Chrift ; 
 
 His grace did freely move, 
 And juftly my affections claim, 
 I cannot help but love. 
 
 3 I love thee, O my Lord, 
 
 I gladly thee adore ; 
 O may I never turn again ! 
 But love thee more and more. 
 
 4 O raife my feeble flame, 
 
 My little flock improve ; 
 Increale my ardour day by day, 
 And change me all to love. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 CITTING around our father's board, 
 ^ We raife our tuneful breath ; 
 Our faith beholds our dying Lord, 
 And dooms our fins to death. 
 
 W« 
 
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 2 We lee the blood of Jefns fhed, 
 
 Whence all our pardons rife ; 
 The finner views th' atonement made, 
 And loves the facrifice. 
 
 3 Oh ! 'tis impoffihle that we, 
 
 Who dwell in feeble clay, 
 Should equal fuflPrings bear for thee, 
 Or equal thanks repay. 
 
 HYMNS 
 
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H Y M N S 
 
 FOR 
 
 SOCIETIES. 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 BREATHING AFTER THE SPIRIT, 
 
 i /^OME, holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, 
 ^* With all thy quick'ning pow'rs ; 
 Kindle a flame of facred love, 
 In thefe cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 See how we grovel here below. 
 
 Fond of thefe earthly toys ; 
 Our fouls how heavily they go, 
 To reach eternal joys ! 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal fongs 
 
 In vain we drive to rife 5 
 Hofannas languifh on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 U 4 Dear 
 
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 4 Dear Lord, and fball we ever live 
 
 At this poor dying rate ? 
 Our love fo faint, fo cold to thee, 
 And thine to us fo great ? 
 
 5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening pow'rs ; 
 Come fhed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that fhall kindle ours. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP, 
 
 1 'T^RY us, O God, and fearch the ground 
 
 ■*- Of ev'ry finful heart ; 
 Whatever of fin in us is found, 
 O bid it all depart ! 
 
 2 When to the right or left we ftray, 
 
 Leave us not comfortlefs : 
 But guide our feet into the way 
 Of everlafling peace. 
 
 3 Help us to help each other, Lord, 
 
 Each other's crofs to bear •, 
 Let each his friendly aid afford, 
 And feel another's care. 
 
 4 Help 
 
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 I kip us to build each other up, 
 
 Our little (lock improve ; 
 Increafe our faith, confirm our hope, 
 
 And perfect us in love. 
 
 Then, when the mighty work is wrought, 
 
 Receive thy ready bride ; 
 Give us in heav'n an happy lot, 
 
 With all the fan&ify'd. 
 
 HYMN XXVII. 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 2 T E S U, Lord, we look to thee, 
 J Let us in thy name agree, 
 Shew thyfelf the prince of peace, 
 Bid all jarrs for ever ceafe. 
 
 2 By thy reconciling love 
 
 Ev'ry Humbling block remove -, 
 Each to each unite, endear, 
 Come, and fpread thy banner here. 
 
 3 Make us of one heart and mind, 
 Courteous, pityful, and kind, 
 Lowly, meek in thought and word, 
 Altogether like our Lord. 
 
 U 2 a Let 
 
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 4 Let us each for other- care, 
 Each another's burden ber 
 To thy church the pattern give. 
 Shew how true believers live ! 
 
 £ Let us then with joy remove 
 To thy family above, 
 On the wings of angels fly, 
 Shew how true believers die ! 
 
 H Y M N XXVIII. 
 
 OTILL, O Lord, our faith increafey 
 ^ Cleanfe from all unrighteoufnefs •, 
 Thee th' unholy cannot fee, 
 Make, O make us meet for thee ! 
 Ev'ry vile affeftion kill, 
 Free our fouls from ev'ry ill, 
 Conquer ev'ry reigning fin, 
 Write thy law of love within. 
 
 Hence may all our aftions flow, 
 Love the proof that Chriil we know j. 
 Mutual love the token be, 
 Lord, that we belong to thee ! 
 Love, thine image, love impart, 
 Stamp it on each face and heart ; 
 Only love to us be giv'n, 
 Lord, we a(k no other heav'n. 
 
 HYMN, 
 
 
 
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 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 i TESU, we thy promife claim, 
 J We are met in thy dear name, 
 In the midll do thou appear, 
 Manifeft thy prefence here : 
 San&ify us, Lord, and blefs, 
 Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace. 
 Come defcend, celeitial dove, 
 Make this time a time of love. 
 
 2 Let the fruits of grace abound, 
 Let us in thy bowels found ; 
 
 :h, and love, and joy increafe, 
 Temperance, and gentlenefs : 
 Plant in us thy humble mind, 
 Patient, pitiful- and kind ^ 
 Meek- and lowly let us be, 
 Full of goodnefs, full of thee. 
 
 3 Make us all in thee compleat. 
 Make us all for glory meet ; 
 Meet t' appear before thy fight, 
 Partners with the faints in light : 
 Call, O call us each by name, 
 To the marriage of the Lamb ; 
 Let us lean upon thy breail, 
 Love be there our endleis feafc. 
 
 U 2 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XXX. 
 
 i POME, defcend, O heav'nly fpirit, 
 Fan each fpark into a flame ; 
 Blefling.s let us now inherit, 
 
 Blefiings that we cannot name : 
 Whilfc hofannas w T e are finging, 
 
 May our hearts in rapture move •, 
 Feel new grace in them full fpringing, 
 Breathe the air of pureft lov& 
 
 2 Let us fail in grace's ocean, 
 
 Float en th&t unbounded fea, 
 Guided into pure devotion, 
 
 Kept from paths of error free : 
 On thy heav'nly manna feeding, 
 
 Screen'd from ev'ry envious foe : 
 Love, O love for finners bleeding. 
 
 All for thee we would forego. 
 
 3 Keep us, Lord, fcill in communion 
 
 Daily nearer drawn to thee ^ 
 Sinking in the fweeteft union, 
 
 Of that heart-felt miftery . 
 Keep us fafe from each delufion, 
 
 Well protected from all harms •, 
 Free from fin, and all confufion, 
 
 Circle us within thine arms. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 

 HYMN XXXI. 
 
 /^HRIST, from whom all blefiings flow., 
 
 ^ Comforting thy faints below, 
 
 Hear us, who thy nature fhare, 
 
 Who thy myftic body are : 
 
 Join us in one ipirit, join, 
 
 Let us ftill receive of thine, 
 
 Still for more on thee we call, 
 
 Thee, who filleft all in ail. 
 
 Move, and aftuate, and guide, 
 Diverie gifts to each divide ; 
 Plac'd according to thy will, 
 Let us all our work fulfil : 
 Never from our office move, 
 Needful to each other prove, 
 IJfc the grace on each beftow'd, 
 Temper'd by the blefled God. 
 
 Many are we new, and one, 
 
 :, who Jcfus have put on ; 
 There is neither bond nor free, 
 Male, nor female, L'.:rd, in thee ! 
 Love, like death, hath all deftrev'j, 
 Rendered all distinctions void ; 
 
 and kcts, and parties fall, 
 Thou, O Chrift, art aU in all ! 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXII; 
 
 T^EAR Lord, we crave thy prefence, 
 -*~^ . We thirft thy grace to prove ^ 
 We cannot bear thine abfence, 
 
 Nor live without thy love ; 
 Come make us all one fpirit, 
 
 In thee, our common Lord, 
 And let thy blood and merit 
 
 True gladnefs here afford. 
 
 Thy infinite companion 
 
 Once mov'd thee to come down ; . 
 To work out our falvation, 
 
 Thou left'ft thy father's throne : - 
 Again repeat the favour, 
 
 And make our fpices flow, 
 And let us feel the favour 
 
 Of thy perfumes below. 
 
 O fweeteft, bleffed Jefus, 
 
 Now fpecify thy worth, 
 And let thy name be precious^ 
 
 As ointment poured forth : 
 Difplay thy bloody banner 
 
 Before the eye of faith, 
 And get thyfelf the honour, 
 
 Both in our life and death, 
 
 HYMN 
 
 
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 HYMN XXXIII. 
 
 1 I7AR from our thoughts, vain world, be 
 F gone, 
 
 Let our religious hours alone •, 
 O may our eyes the Saviour fee, 
 We wait a vifir, Lord, from thee. 
 
 2 O warm our hearts with holy fire, 
 And kindle there a pure deiire \ 
 Come, deareft Saviour from above, 
 And feed our fouls with heav'nly love, 
 
 3 Blefs'd Jefus, what delicious fare ! 
 How fweet thy entertainments are ! 
 Never did angels tafte above, 
 Redeeming grace, and dying love. 
 
 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine •, 
 In thee thy father's glories fhine ! 
 Thou brighteft, fweeteft, faireft one, 
 That eyes have feen, or angels known, 
 
 HYMN XXXIV, 
 
 1 /~\ Let thy love our hearts conftrain, 
 ^-^ Jefus, the crucify 'J ! 
 What haft thou done our hearts to gain, 
 Laneuifn'd, and groan'd, and dy'd ! 
 
 2 Us 
 
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 2 Us into clofeft union draw, 
 
 And in our inward parts 
 Let kindnefs fweerly write her law, 
 Let love command our hearts. 
 
 3 Who wou'd not now purfue the way, 
 
 Where Jefus fcotfteps fhine ? 
 Who would not own the pleafing fv/ay 
 Of charity divine ? 
 
 i{. O let us find the antient way, 
 Our wond'ring foes to move, 
 And force the heathen world to fay, 
 " See how thefe Chriftians love ! " 
 
 HYMN XXXV. 
 
 'i TESUS, thou everlafting king, 
 J Accept the tribute which we bring, 
 Accept thy well-deferv'd renown, 
 And wear our praifes as thy crown; 
 
 2 Let ev'ry aft of worihip be 
 
 Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee \ 
 Like the blefs'd hour, when from above 
 We firft receiv'd thy pledge of love. 
 
 The 
 
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 The gladnefs of that happy day, 
 
 O may it ever, ever flay ! 
 
 Nor let our faith forfake its hold, 
 
 Our hope decline, nor love grow cold ! 
 
 h follVing minute as it flies 
 Increafe thy praile, improve our joys, 
 Till we are rais'd to fing thy name, 
 At the great fupper of the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 AT DISMISSION. 
 
 T^Ifmiis us with thy blefTing, Lord, 
 Help us to feed upon thy word : 
 All that has been amifs forgive, 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good, 
 Walh all our works in Jefu's blood ^ 
 Give ev'ry fetter'd foul releafe, 
 And bid us all depart in piece. 
 
 HYMN 
 
H Y M N XXXVII. 
 
 M O R N I N G. 
 
 I T) ISE, my foul, adore thy maker 
 * Angels praife, join the lays, 
 With them be partaker. 
 
 % Sovereign Lord of ev'ry fpirit, 
 In thy light lead me right, 
 Thro 5 my Saviour's merit. 
 
 3 Thou this night waft my protestor, 
 
 With me ftay, all this day, 
 Ever my director. 
 
 4 Leave me not, but ever love me, 
 
 Let thy peace be my blifs, 
 Till thou hence remove me. 
 
 5 Holy, holy, holy giver 
 
 Of all good, life and food, 
 Reign ador'd for ever. 
 
 6 Glory, honour, thanks, and blefling* 
 
 One in Three, give we thee, 
 Never, never ceafing. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 i *T7 R E I fleep for ev'ry favour, 
 •^ This day fhew'd by my God, 
 I will blefs my Saviour. 
 
 2 O my Lord ! what fhall I render 
 
 To thy name, ftill the lame, 
 Gracious good and tender. 
 
 3 Leave me not, but ever love me, 
 
 Let thy peace be my blifs, 
 Till thou hence remove me. 
 
 4 Vifit me with thy falvation, 
 
 Let thy care now be near, 
 Round my habitation. 
 
 5 Thou, my rock, my guard, my tow'r, 
 
 ifely keep, while I ileep, 
 Me, with all thy pow'r. 
 
 And* whene'er in death I dumber, 
 
 Let me rile with the wife, 
 Counted in their numb 
 
 X H V M N 
 
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 H Y M N XXXIX. 
 
 H 
 
 M E. 
 
 
 I "VTO farther go to-night, but flay, 
 •^ Dear Saviour, till the break of day, 
 
 Turn in, dear Lord, with me ; 
 And in the morning when I wake, 
 Me in thine arms, my Jefus, take, 
 
 And I'll go on with thee. 
 
 HYMN XL. 
 MORNING, 
 
 1 A WAKE, my foul, and with the fun, 
 ■**■ Thy daily flage of duty run •, 
 Shake off dull (loth, and early rife 
 To pay thy morning facrifice. 
 
 2 Redeem thy mis-fpent time that's pafr. 
 Live this day as if 'twere thy laft ; 
 T' improve thy talents take due care, 
 'Gainft the great day thyfelf prepare. 
 
 3 Let all thy converfe be fincere, 
 Thy confcience as the noon-day clear *, 
 Think how th' all-feeng God thy ways, 
 And all thy fecret thought furveys. 
 
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 4 Glory to God, who fafe hath kept, 
 And hath refrefh'd me while I flepr; 
 Grant, Lord, when 1 from death fhall wake, 
 I may of endlefs life partake. 
 
 5 Direft, ccntroul, fuggeft this day, 
 All I deSgn, or do, or fay ; 
 
 That all my pow'rs, with all their might, 
 In thy fole glory may unite. 
 
 6 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow, 
 Praife him all creatures here below - 9 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly hoft, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 HYMN XLL 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 i /^ LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 ^^ For all the bleffings of the light ; 
 Keep me, O keep me, king of kings, 
 Under thine own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear fon, 
 Whatever ills this clay I've done ; 
 That with the world, myfelf, and th^e, 
 I, 'ere I fleep, at peace may be. 
 
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 3 Teach, me to live that I may dread- 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that fo I may 
 Triumphing rife at the laft day. 
 
 4 O may my foul on thee repofe, 
 
 And with fweet fleep my eye-lids clofe •, 
 Sleep that may me more vig'rous make, 
 To ferve my God when I awake. 
 
 5 Let my bleft guardian, while I fleep,, 
 Clofe to my bed his vigils keep ; 
 
 Let no vain dream, difturb my reft, 
 No pow'rs of darknefs me moleft. 
 
 6 Praife God from whom all bleflings flow, 
 Praife him all creatures here below •, 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly hoft, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Gho&. 
 
 HYMN XLIL 
 
 LORD's DAY MORNING. 
 
 [ ^TO-DAY God bids the faithful reft, 
 •* To-day he fhow'rs his grace ; 
 Seek ye my face, the Lord hath faid, 
 Lord, we will feek thy face. 
 
 2 Come, 
 
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 2 Come, let us leave the things of earth, 
 
 With God's affembly join ; 
 Lo ! heaven deicends to welcome man, 
 To tafte the things divine ! 
 
 3 We come, dear Saviour, lo ! we come, 
 
 Lord of our life and foul •, 
 We come difeas'd, and faint, and fick, 
 Be pleas'd to make us whole. 
 
 4 We third, and fiy to thee, O Lord, 
 
 Thou fountain-head of good ; 
 Filthy we come, and all unclean, 
 O cleanfe us in thy blood. 
 
 5 O may wepleafe our God to-day, 
 
 May that be all our care ! 
 Give, Lord, thy grace, left evil thoughts 
 Should mingle in our prayer. 
 
 6 Amidft th' aflembly of thy faints 
 
 Let us be faithful found ; 
 And let us join in humble pray'r, 
 And in thy praife abound. 
 
 7 Let thy good (pint help our fouls, 
 
 With faith thy word to hear •, 
 Be with us in thy temple, Lord, 
 nd let us find thee near. 
 
 X 3 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XLIII. 
 LORD'S DAY EVENING. 
 
 1 vy^HEN, O dear Jefus, whenfhall.I. 
 
 V * Behold thee all ferene ? 
 Bleft in perpetual fabbath-day, 
 Without a veil between ? 
 
 2 Affift .me. while I wander here, 
 
 Amidft a world of cares ; 
 Incline my heart to pray with love,. 
 And then accept my pray'rs. 
 
 3 Jteleafe my foul from ev'ry chain. 
 
 No more hell's captive led ; 
 And pardon a repenting child, 
 For whom the Saviour bled. 
 
 4 Spare me, my God, O fpare the foul, , 
 
 That gives itfelf to thee ; 
 
 Take all that I poffefs below, 
 
 And give thyfelf to me, 
 
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 Thy fpirit, O my father, give, 
 To be my guide and friend, 
 
 To light my way to ceafelefs joys, 
 Where fabbaths never end. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY; 
 
 i. 'T'HE Lord of earth and f 
 The God of ages praife ! 
 Who reigns enthron'd on hi^h, 
 Antient of endlefs d; 
 Who lengthens our our trial here, 
 And fpares us yet another year. 
 
 2 Barren and wither'd trees* 
 
 We cumber'd long the ground \ 
 No fruit of holinefs 
 
 On our dead fouls was found \ . 
 Yet did he us in mercy fpare, 
 Another, and another year. 
 
 3 When juftice barr'd the fworci, 
 
 To cut the fig-tree down, 
 The pity of our Lord 
 
 Cry'd— " Let it itill alone:" 
 The father mild inclin'd his ear, 
 And fpar'd us yet another year. 
 
 4 Jefus, thy fpeaking blood 
 
 From God obtain'd the grace* 
 Who therefore hath beflow'd 
 On us a longer fpace : 
 Thou didft in our behalf appear, 
 And lo ! we fee another year. 
 
 5 Then 
 
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 Then dig about our root, 
 
 Break up our fallow ground, 
 And let. our gracious fruit 
 To thy great praife abound ; 
 O let us all thy praife declare. 
 And fruit unto perfeftion bear. 
 
 HYMN XLV. 
 
 CIRCUMCISION. 
 
 i CEE, my foul, with wonder fee 
 ^ The incarnate deity ; 
 Human nature he affumes, 
 He to ranfom finners comes : 
 He was not conceiv'd in fin, 
 He was infinitely clean •, 
 Him no finful fpot difguis'd, 
 Yet lo ! he was circumcis'd. 
 
 He fulfilPd all righteoufnefs, 
 Standing in our legal place •, 
 From the /nanger to the crofs, 
 All he did he did for us : 
 He did all our woes retrieve, 
 He expir'd that we might live ; 
 By his ftripes our wounds are heal'd, 
 By his blood our peace is feal'd. 
 
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 Jefu's pain procures our cafe, 
 Jefu's death is our refcafb; 
 
 Jefu's crois obtains our crown, 
 Jefu's fepulchre cur throne : 
 Lord, conform us to thy death, 
 Bid our fins yield up their breath.; 
 By thy refurre^lion's pow'r, 
 Make our fouls to glory foar. 
 
 Circumcifc our filthy hearts, 
 Purify our inward parts ; 
 Lord, deftroy the carnal mind, 
 That in thee we peace may find : 
 In thy righteoufnefs array 'd, 
 Let us triumph, and be glad ; 
 Let us walk wkh thee in white. 
 Till we fee thy face in light, 
 
 HYMN XLVL 
 
 EPIPHANY, 
 
 CONS of men, beheld from far, 
 ^ Hail the long-expe£ted ftar ; 
 Jacob's ftar, that gilds the night, 
 Guides bewilder'd nature right. 
 
 2 Fear 
 

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 2- Fear not hence that there Ihould flow 
 Wars, or peftilence below; 
 Wars it bids, and tumults ceafe, 
 Uihering in the prince of peace. 
 
 3 Mild he fhines on all beneath, 
 Piercing thro' the fhades of death •, 
 Scatt'ring error's wide-fpread night, 
 Kindling darknefs into light. 
 
 4 Nations all far off and near, 
 Hafte to fee your God appear \ 
 Hafte, for him your hearts prepare. 
 Meet him manifefted there. 
 
 5 There behold the day-fpring rife, 
 Pouring eye-fight on your eyes •, 
 God in his own light furvey, 
 Shining to the perfedt day. 
 
 6 Sing, ye morning ftars, again, 
 God defcends on earth to reign ! 
 Deigns for man his life t' employ^., 
 Shout, ye ions of God, for joy. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XLVII. 
 
 G O O D - F R I D A Y. 
 
 i A LAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
 ■^ And did my fov'reign die ? 
 VTou'd he devote that facred head, 
 For iuch a worm as I ? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, 
 
 He groan'd upon the tree ? 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the fun in darknefs hide, 
 
 And fhut his glories in ; 
 Vvlien God the mighty maker dy'd, 
 For man the creature's fin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blufhing face, 
 
 Y\~hile his dear crofs appears ; 
 Dillblve my heart in thankfulnefs, 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe •, 
 Here, Lord, I give nr 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
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 HYMN XLVIII. 
 REPENTANCE AT THE CROSS. 
 
 
 H ! if my foul was form'd for woe-, 
 How could I vent my fighs -! 
 Repentance ihould like rivers flow 
 From both my dreaming eyes. 
 
 2 'Twasfor my fins, my deareft Lord 
 
 Hung on the curled tree, 
 And groafi'd away a dying life, 
 For thee, my foul, for thee. 
 
 3 O how I hate thofe lulls of mine, 
 
 That crucify'd my God | 
 Thofe fins that piere'd and ftaai'd his fiefh 
 Fail to the fatal wood. 
 
 4 Yes, my redeemer, they fhall die, 
 
 My heart hath fo decreed -, 
 Nor will I fpare thofe guilty things 
 That made my Saviour bleed. 
 
 5 Whilft with a melting broken heart, 
 
 My murder'd Lord I view, 
 
 I'll raife revenge againft my fins, 
 
 And flay the murcl'rcrs too. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN XLTX. 
 
 IT IS FINISHED. 
 
 " ^^TH IS finiflrii,* the Redeemer faid, 
 
 •*" And meekly bow'd his dying head 5 
 liild we this fentence fcan, 
 Come, Tinners, and obferve the word, 
 Behold the conquefts of our Lord, 
 Compleat for helplefs man. 
 
 lifh'dthe righteoufnefs of grace, 
 
 1 for finner's pard'ning peace ; 
 Their mighty debt is paid : 
 cufiflg law canccll'd by blood, 
 And wrath of an offended God 
 In fweet oblivion laid. 
 
 Who now fhall urge a fecond claim, 
 The law no longer can condemn, 
 
 Faith a releafe can (hew : 
 Juftice itfelf a friend appears, 
 The priibn-houfe a whifper hear?, 
 
 " Loofe him, and let him go.* 
 
 O" 
 
 O unbelief, injurious bar ! 
 
 Source of tormenting, fruitlefs fear, 
 
 Why doft thou yet reply ? 
 Where'er thy loud obje&ions fall, 
 " 'Tis finifh'd, " ftill may anfwer all 
 i filence evYv cry. 
 
 Y 5 His 
 
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 His toll divinely fimfh'd (lands, 
 
 But ah ! the praife his work demands, 
 
 Careful may we attend ! 
 Conclufion to our fouls be this, 
 Becaufe falvation finifh'd is, 
 
 Our thanks fhall never end. 
 
 HYMN L. 
 
 CHRIST PIERCED. 
 
 T S there a thing beneath the fky, 
 •* Can comfort bring, or fatisfy, 
 
 But our dear Saviour's wounds ? 
 Here is a fweet and conftant peace, 
 A treafure full of richeft grace, 
 
 All elfe are empty founds. 
 
 Attend, my foul, fink down with ... 
 Before his face, who only came 
 
 To fufFer, bleed, and die : 
 O think upon thy fin and guilt, 
 For which his precious blood was fpilt, 
 
 Thou didil him crucify. 
 
 See thou vile piece of iinful duft, 
 Thy deareft Lord fweat for thy luft, 
 
 Till drops of blood fall down ! 
 See how he yonder proftrate lies ! 
 Obferve his mournful pray'r and cries, 
 
 Mark ev'ry tear and groan ! 
 
 4 See 
 
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 4* See thy dear Lord dragged like a thief, 
 Amidft contempt, and ftripes, and grief, 
 
 For thee a facrifice : 
 Faften'd unto the fhameful wood, 
 Defpis'd by men, and bath'd in blood, 
 
 So dear thy ranfom price ! 
 
 5 Lord doft thou fuffer thuo for me,. 
 Doft thou feel all this mifery, 
 
 To give me life and peace ? 
 Then let me bear it on my heart, 
 My all is purchased with thy fmart, 
 Thy blood figns my releale. 
 
 HYMN LI. 
 
 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 
 
 i /^\ Love divine, what haft thou done ! 
 ^^ Th' immortal God hath dy'd for me, 
 The father's co-eternal fon 
 
 Bore all my fins upon the tree •, 
 Th' immortal God for me hath dy'd, 
 My Lord, my love is crucify'd ! 
 
 2 Behold him all ye that pafs by, 
 
 The bleeding prince of life and peace j 
 Come fee, ye worms, your maker die, 
 
 And fay was ever love like his $ 
 Come feel with me his blood apply'd, 
 My Lord, my love is crucify'd ! 
 
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 Is crucify'd for me and you, 
 
 To bring us rebels back to Goci -, 
 
 Believe, believe the record true, 
 We are all bought with Jeiu's bloc. 
 
 Pardon and life flow from his fide, 
 
 My Lord, my love is crucify'd ! 
 
 Then let us fit beneath his crofs, 
 
 And gladly catch the healing ftream * 5 
 
 All things for him account but lofs, 
 And give up all our hearts to him : 
 
 Of nothing fpeak,, or think befide. 
 
 But Jefus and him crucify'd ! 
 
 HYMN LII. 
 E A S T E R - D A Y. 
 
 JESUS, who dy'd a world to fave, 
 Revives, and rifes from the grave, 
 By his almighty pow'r : 
 From fin, and death, and hell fet free, 
 He captive leads captivity, 
 And lives to die no more. 
 
 Children of God, look up and fee, 
 Your Saviour cloath'd with majefty,. 
 
 Triumphant o'er the tomb : 
 Give o'er your griefs, caft off your fears, 
 In heav'n your manfions he prepares, 
 
 And foon will take you home. 
 
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 His church is ftill his joy and crown, 
 He looks with love and pity down, 
 
 On her he did redeem : 
 He taftes her joys, he feels her woes, 
 And prays that (he may fpoil her foes, 
 
 And ever reign with him. 
 
 O may we all from fin awake, 
 May all in heav'n our places take, 
 
 Near our exalted head ! 
 May all our fouls to heav'n afpire, 
 In thought, in will, in ftrong defire, 
 
 To carnal pleafures dead ! 
 
 HYMN LIII. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 i /^HRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day, 
 ^ Sons of men and angels fay ! 
 Raife your joys and triumphs high, 
 Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 
 
 2 Love's redeeming work is clone, 
 Fought the fight, the battle won ^ 
 Lo ! our fun's eclipfe is o'er, 
 Lo ! he fits in blood no morr. 
 
 Y 3 3 Vain 
 
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 3 Vain the Hone, the watch, the feal , 
 Chrift hath burft the gates of hell :. 
 Death in vain forbids his rife, 
 Chrift hath open'd paradife. 
 
 4 Lives again our glorious king, 
 Where, O death, is now thy fting ! 
 Once he dy'd our fouls to fave, 
 Where thy viftory, O grave I 
 
 5 Soar we now T where Chrift hath led, 
 FoU'wing our exalted head ; 
 Made like him, like him we rife, 
 Ours the crofs, the grave, the flues, 
 
 6 What tho 5 once we periih'd all, 
 Partners of our parents fall - 3 
 Second life we all receive, 
 
 In our heav'nly Adam live. 
 
 7 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n ! 
 Praife to thee by both be giv'n ! 
 Thee we greet triumphant now, 
 Hail the refurrecftion — thou ! 
 
 S King of glory ! foul of blifs ! 
 Everlafting life is this — 
 Thee to know — thy pow'r to prove, 
 Thus to fing, and thus to love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 
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 H Y M N LIV. 
 
 i >T* H E fun of righteoufnefs appears, 
 ** To fit in blood no more ! 
 Adore the fcatt'i er of your liars, 
 Your rinng fun adore, 
 
 2 The faints, when he rcfign'd his breathy. 
 
 Unclos d their -deeping eyes ; 
 He breaks 5 of death, 
 
 Again the dead arife. 
 
 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, 
 
 Alone the wine-prefs trod j 
 He dy'd, and foffer'd as a man. 
 He rifes as a God. 
 
 4 In vain the (lone, the watch, the feai, 
 
 Forbid an early rife, 
 To hi pi who breaks the gates of hell, 
 And opens paradife. 
 
 HYMN 
 

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 HYMN LV. 
 
 THE RESURRECTION AND ASCEN- 
 SION OF CHRIST. 
 
 i TLJOSANNA to the prince of light, 
 ■* A That cloath'd himfelf in clay •, 
 Enter'd the iron gates of death, 
 And tore the bars away. 
 
 2; Death is no more the king of dread. 
 Since our Immanuel role; 
 He took the tyrant's fting away, 
 And fpoil'd her helliih foes. 
 
 3, See how the conqueror mounts aloft, 
 And to his father flies ; 
 "With fears of honour in his flefh, 
 And triumph in his eyes. 
 
 4 Raife your devotion, mortal tongues, 
 To reach his bleft abode ; 
 
 Sweet be the accents of our fengs, 
 To our incarnate God. 
 
 5 Bright angels ftrike your loudeft firings, 
 Your fweeteft voices raife •, 
 
 Let heav'n, and all created things, 
 Sound our Imrnanuel's praife. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 Y M N LVI. 
 
 R. 
 
 \^E that feck the Lord, who dy'd> 
 Your God for Tinners crucify'd ; 
 Prevent the earlieft di\\\T h and come 
 To worfliip at his (acred tomb : 
 Bring the fweet fpices of your fighs, 
 Your contrite hearts, and ftreaming eyes* 
 Your fad complaints, and humble fears,. 
 And embalm him with your tears. 
 
 While ye thus your fouls employ, 
 Your fprrows {hall be turn'd to joy ; 
 Now, now let all your grief be o J er, 
 Believe, and ye fhall weep no more : 
 An earthquake hath the cavern (hook, 
 And burft the door, and rent the rock ; 
 The Lord hath fent his angel down, 
 Who hath roll'd away the Hone. 
 
 See, as fnow his garment white, 
 His countenance as lightning bright ; 
 He fits, and waves a flaming iword, 
 And waits upon his riling Lord : 
 The third aufpicious morn is come, 
 And calls the Saviour from the tomb ; 
 The bands of death are torn away, 
 And the tomb gives back its prey. 
 
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 See, the Lord is ris'n indeed, 
 To death delivered in your ftead -, 
 His rife proclaims your fins forgiv'n, 
 And fhews the living way to heav'n : 
 Go tell the folPwers of your Lord, 
 Their Jefus is to life refior'd ; 
 He lives, that they his life may find, 
 Lives, to quicken all mankind. 
 
 HYMN LVII. 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 TJ AIL the day, that fees him rife, 
 •* A Ravifh'd from our wifhful eyes ! 
 Chrifi: awhile to mortals giv'n, 
 Re-afcends his native heav'n : 
 There the pompous triumph waits, 
 Lift your heads eternal gates ! 
 Wide unfold the radient fcene, 
 Take the king of glory in ! 
 
 Him, tho' higheft heav'n receives, 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves •, 
 Tho' returning to his throne, 
 Still he calls mankind his own : 
 Still for us he intercedes, 
 Prevalent his death lie pleads ; 
 Next himfelf prepares our place, 
 Harbinger of human race. 
 
 2 Matter 
 
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 M after (may we ever fay) 
 Taken from our head to day -, 
 See thy faithful iervants, fee, 
 Ever gazing up to thee ! 
 Grant, tho' parted from our fight, 
 High above yon azure height : 
 Grant our hearts may thither rife, 
 FolFwing thee beyond the fkies. 
 
 Ever upward let us move, 
 Wafted on the wings of love ; 
 Looking when our Lord (hall come, 
 Longing, gafping after home : 
 There we fhall with thee remain 
 Partners of thine endlefs reign ; 
 There thy face unclouded fee, 
 Find our heav'n of heav'n in thee 
 
 H Y M N LVIIL 
 WHITSUNDAY. 
 
 JESU, we hang upon the word, 
 Our longing fouls have heard from thee 5 
 Be mindful of thy promife, Lord, 
 Thy promife made to all, and me : 
 Thy follHvers, who thy fteps purlue, 
 And dare believe that God is true. 
 
 2 Thou 
 
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 fe Thou faidfl, I will the father pray, 
 And he the holy Ghoft fhall give, 
 Shall give him in your hearts to flay, 
 And never more his temples leave : 
 ■Myfelf will to my children come, 
 And make them mkie eternal home. 
 
 3 Come then, dear Lord, thyfelf reveal-, 
 And let thy promife now take place ; 
 Be it according to thy will, 
 According to thy word of grace : 
 
 Thy forrowful difciples chear, 
 And fend us down the comforter, 
 
 4 He vifits new the troubled breaft, 
 And oft relieves our fad complaint ; 
 But fooii we lofe the tranfient gueft, 
 But foon we drop again, and faint : 
 Repeat the melancholy moan — 
 
 " Our joy is fled, our comfort gone." 
 
 £ Send him, O Lord, into each heart-, 
 Our fure, infeparable guide : 
 O might we meet, and never part-, 
 O might he in our hearts abide, 
 And keep his houfe of praife and pray'r. 
 And reft, and reign for ever there. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LIX. 
 TO THE TRINITY. 
 
 1 ORAISE be to the Father giv'n, 
 A Chrift he gave, 
 
 Us to fave, 
 Now the heirs of heav'n. 
 
 2 Pay we equal adoration 
 
 To the ion, 
 He alcne 
 Wrought out our falvation. 
 
 3 Glory to th* eternal fpirit, 
 
 Us he feals, 
 Chrift reveals, 
 And applies his merit. 
 
 4 Worihip, honour, thanks, and blcfiing, 
 
 One in three, 
 Give we thee, 
 Never, never ceafing. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LX. 
 
 THE NATIVITY. 
 
 i TJT Ark the glad found ! the Saviour comes, 
 A A The Saviour promis'd long ! 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a fong. 
 
 2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd, 
 
 Exerts its facred fire •, 
 Wifdom and might, and zeal, and love, 
 His holy breaft infpire. 
 
 3 He comes the pris'ners to releafe, 
 
 In Satan's bondage held ; 
 The gates of brafs before him burft, 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 4 He comes, from thickeft films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray > 
 And on the eye-balls of the blind, 
 To pour celeftial day. 
 
 *5 He comes the broken heart to bind, 
 The bleeding foul to cure ; 
 And with the riches of his grace, 
 T'enrich the humble poor. 
 
 6 Our 
 
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 6 Our glad hofannas, prince of peace. 
 Thy welcome fhali proclaim •, 
 -id heav'n's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 HYMN LXL 
 
 ANOTHER, 
 
 TTARK ! the herald angels fing, 
 * A Glory to the new-born king ; 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and finners reconcii'd. 
 Joyful all ye nations rife, 
 Join the triumphs of the ikies, 
 With th' angelic hod proclaim, 
 " Chrift is born in Bethlehem." 
 
 (Thrift, by higheft heav'n ador'd, 
 Chrift the everlafting Lord •, 
 Late in time behold him come, 
 Offspring of a virgin's womb: 
 Veil'd in fiefh, the Godhead fee, 
 Hail th 5 incarnate deity ! 
 Pleas'd as man, with men t'appear, 
 Jefus, our Immanuel here. 
 
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 3 Hail the heav'n-born prince of peace*. 
 Hail the fun of righteoulhefs ! 
 Light and, life to all he brings, 
 Ris'n with healing in his wings : 
 Mild he lays his glory by* 
 
 Born, that man no more may die, 
 Born to raife the fons of earth, 
 Born to give the fecond birth. 
 
 4 Come, defire of nations, come,. 
 Fix in us thy humble home - 3 
 Rife, the woman's conq'ring feed, 
 Bruife in us the ferpent's head : 
 Adam's likenefs now efface, 
 Stamp thine image in its place •, 
 Second Adam from above, 
 Re-inftate us in thv love. 
 
 HYMN LXII. 
 
 THE SAM E. 
 
 VK7HAT good news the angels bring ! 
 * * What glad tiding of our king ! 
 Chrift the Lord is born to day, 
 Chrift who takes our fins away : 
 He who rules in^heav'n and earth, 
 Hath in Bethlehem his birth -, 
 Him fhall all his people fee. 
 And rejoice eternally, 
 
 2 Lift 
 
 
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 Lift your hearts and voices high, 
 Wuh hofannas fill the fky -, 
 Glory be to God above, 
 God is infinite in love : 
 Peace on earth, good-will to men 1 
 Now with us our God is fecn : 
 Angels join with us in praife ! 
 Help to fing redeeming grace. 
 
 Now the wall is broken down, 
 Now the gofpel is made known 5 
 Now the door is open wide, 
 Chriit for jew and gentile dy'd 2 
 All who feel the weight of fin, 
 All who languifh to be clean ; 
 All who for redemption groan, 
 May be fav'd by faith alone. 
 
 Jefus is the lovely name, 
 This the angel doth proclaim ; 
 He fhall all his people fave, 
 They in him remiffion have : 
 When they fee themfelves undone, 
 They take refuge in the fon ; 
 They fhall all be born again, 
 And with him in glory reign. 
 
 5 Shout 
 
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 Shout, ye nations of the earth, 
 Sing the triumphs of his birth ; 
 All the world by him is bleft, 
 Sound his praife from eaft to weft : 
 Jews and gentiles jointly fing, 
 Chrift our common Lord and king : 
 Chriil our life, our joy, our long, 
 To eternity prolong. 
 
 HYMN LXIIL 
 
 THE SAME. 
 
 /^OME, thou long expedled Jefus I 
 ^ Born to let thy people free ; 
 From our fears and fins releafe us, 
 
 Let us find our reft in thee ! 
 IlraeFs ftrength and coniblation, 
 
 Hope of all v the earth thou art 
 Dear defire of ev'ry nation, 
 
 Joy of ev'ry longing heart ! 
 
 Born thy people to deliver, 
 
 Born a child, and yet a king ; 
 Born to reign in us for ever, 
 
 Now thy gracious kingdom bring I 
 By thine own eternal fpirit, 
 
 Rule in all our hearts alone •, 
 By thine all-fuiRcient merit, 
 
 Raife us to thy glorious throne. 
 
 HYMN 
 

 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 SICKNESS, OR DIVINE CORRECTION. 
 
 i TjOW happy the forrowful man, 
 -*■ Whole lorrow is lent from above ! 
 Indulged with a ifn of pais, 
 
 Chaitiz'd by omnipotent love : 
 The author of all his diurels 
 
 He comes by affliction 75 
 
 And God he in heaven (hall bids. 
 
 That ever he iuffer'd below. 
 
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 Thus, thus may I happily grieve, 
 
 An^". itent of his rod,. 
 
 The marks of adoption receive, 
 
 The ftrokes of a merciful God ; 
 With nearer accefs to his throne, 
 
 My burthen of folly confefs, 
 The caufe of my miieries own, 
 
 And cry for an anlwer of peace* 
 
 father of mercies on n 
 On me in affliction bellow 
 
 A pow'r of ayplying to thee, 
 And fanelify'd life of my woe : 
 
 1 would in a lpirit of prayer, 
 
 To all thy appointments fubmit ; 
 The pledge of my happinefs bear, 
 And joyfully die at thy feet. 
 
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 Then, 
 
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 Then, father, and never till then-> 
 
 I all the felicity prove, 
 Of living a moment in pain, 
 
 Of dying in Jefus's love : 
 A luff 5 rer here with my Lord, 
 
 With jefus above I fit down, 
 Receive an eternal reward, 
 
 And glory obtain in a crown. 
 
 HYMN LXV. 
 A FUNERAL HYMN. 
 
 A H ! lovely appearance of death, 
 •^ No fight upon earth is fo fair ; 
 Not all the gay pageants that breathe. 
 
 Can with a dead body compare ^ 
 With folemn delight I furvey 
 
 The corpfe when the ipirit is fled, 
 In love with the beautiful clay, 
 
 And longing to lie in its ftead, 
 
 How bleil is our brother, bereft 
 
 Of all that could burthen his mind ; 
 How eafy the foul that hath left 
 
 The wearifome body behind ! 
 Of evil incapable thou, 
 
 Whofe relics with envy I fee j 
 No longer in mifery now, 
 
 No longer afinner like me. 
 
 This 
 
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 This earth is affefted no more 
 
 With ficknefs, or fhaken with pain * 
 
 The war in the members is o'er, 
 And never (hall vex him again : 
 
 No anger henceforward, or fhamc, 
 Shah redden this innocent clay, 
 
 Extinft is the animal flame, 
 " And paflion is vanifh'd away. 
 
 This languifning head is at reft, 
 
 Its thinking and aching are o'er •, 
 This quiet immoveable breaft 
 
 •Is heav'd by affliction no more ^ 
 This heart is no longer the feat 
 
 Of trouble and torturing pain j 
 It ceafes to flutter and beat, 
 
 It never fhall flutter again. 
 
 The lids he fo feldom could clofe, 
 
 By forrow forbidden to deep, 
 SeaPd up in eternal repofe, 
 
 Have ftrangely forgotten to weep : 
 The fountains could yield no fupplies, 
 
 Thefe hollows from water are free ; 
 The tears are all wip'd from thefe eyes, 
 
 And evil they never fhall fee. 
 
 To mourn an.d to fuller is mine, 
 While bound in a priibn I breathe ; 
 
 And ltill for deliverance pine, 
 And prefs to the iifues of death : 
 
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 What now with my tears I bedew, 
 O might I this moment become \ 
 
 My fpirit created anew, 
 
 My flelh be confign'd to the tomb \ 
 
 HYMN LXVI. 
 
 A N Q- T ■ H E R. 
 
 ILXOfanna to Jefus on high ! 
 
 •* A Another has enter'd his reft \ 
 
 Another is 'fcap'd to the fky, 
 
 And lodg'd in Immanuei's breafc 5 
 The foul of our brother is gone 
 
 To heighten the triumph above \ 
 Exalted to Jefus's throne ! 
 
 Exalted by Jefus's love ! 
 
 How happy the angels that fall 
 
 Tranfported at Jefus's name ! 
 The faints, whom he fooneft fhall call 
 
 To fhare in the feaft of the Lamb I 
 No longer imprifbn'd in clay, 
 
 Who next from this dungeon fhall fly ? 
 Who firft fhall be fummon'd away ? 
 
 My merciful God — Is it I ? 
 
 O Jefus, if this be thy will, 
 That fuddenly I fhould depart, 
 
 Thy council of mercy reveal, 
 And whifper the cafl to my heart ; 
 
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 O give me a fignal to know 
 
 If loon thou wouldft have me remove. 
 And leave the dull body below, 
 
 And fly to the regions of love. 
 
 HYMN LXVII. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 A ND let this feeble body fail, 
 - ** b And let it faint or die ! 
 My foul fhall quit the mournful vale, 
 
 And foar to worlds on high : 
 Shall join the difembody'd faints, 
 
 And find its long-fought reft, 
 That only bills for which it pants, 
 
 In the Redeemers breaft. 
 
 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 
 I now the crofs fuftain, 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 
 And fmile at toil and pain : 
 I fuffer on my threefcore years, 
 
 Till my deliv'rer comes, 
 And wipes away his fervant's tears, 
 
 And takes his exile home. 
 
 O what hath Jefus bought for me, 
 
 Before my raviih'd eyes ! 
 Rivers of life divine I fee, 
 
 And trees of paradife : 
 
 I fee 
 
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 1 fee a world of fpirits bright, 
 Who tafte the pleaiure's there; 
 
 They all are rob'd in ipotleis white* 
 And conq'ring palms they bear. 
 
 O what are all my fviff 'rings here, 
 
 If, Lord, thou count me meet, 
 With that enraptur'd hoft t' appear, 
 
 And worfhip at thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief, give eafe or pain* 
 
 Take life and friends away ! 
 But let me find them all again,, 
 
 In that eternal day ! 
 
 H Y M N LXVIIL 
 LIFE AND ETERNITY, 
 
 1 ^pHEE we adore, eternal name, 
 
 -*- And humbly own to thee 
 
 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 
 What dying worms we be ! 
 
 2 Our wailing lives grow fhorter ftill, 
 
 As months and days increafe, 
 And every beating pulfe we tell 
 Leaves one the number lefs. 
 
 3 The 
 
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 3 The year rolls round, and deals away 
 
 The breath that firft it gave ; 
 Whate'er we do, v/here'er we be, 
 We're trav'ling to the grave. 
 
 4 Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground 
 
 To pufh us to the tomb •, 
 And fierce difeafes wait around, 
 To hurry mortals home. 
 
 5 Great God ! on what a (lender thread 
 
 Hang everlafting things ; 
 Th' eternal dates of all the dead, 
 Upon life's feeble drings. 
 
 6 Infinite joy, or endlefs woe 
 
 Attend on every breath ; 
 And yet how unconcern'd we go 
 Upon the brink of death ! 
 
 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowfy fenfe, 
 
 To walk this dang'rous road ; 
 
 And if our fouls are hurried hence, 
 
 May they be found with God. 
 
 A a HYMN 
 
C 278 ] 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 
 DEATH AND GLORY, 
 
 1 IV/TY foul, come meditate the day, 
 
 ^ A And think how near it ftands, 
 When thou mufl quit this houfe of clay, 
 And fly to unknown lands. 
 
 2 And you, mine eyes, look down and view 
 The hollow gaping tomb •, 
 
 This gloomy priibn waits for you, 
 Whene'er the fummons come. 
 
 3 Oh ! could we die with thofe that die, 
 And place us in their (lead ; 
 
 Then would our fpirits learn to fly, 
 And converfe with the dead. 
 
 4 Then fliou'd we fee the faints above, 
 In their ov/n glorious forms, 
 
 And wonder why our fouls fhou'd love, 
 To dwell with mortal worms. 
 
 5 How Ihould we fcorn thefe cloaths of flefh, 
 Thefe fetters, and this load -, 
 
 And long for evening t' undrefs, 
 That we may reft with God. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 6 We fhou'd almoft foriake our clay, 
 Before the fummons come, 
 And pray, and wifh our fouls away 
 To their eternal home. 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 ANOTHER. 
 
 TN a world of fin and forrow, 
 
 A Compafs'd round with many a care, 
 From eternity we borrow 
 
 Hope, that can exclude defpair : 
 Thee triumphant God and Saviour ! 
 
 In the glafs of faith we fee ; 
 O affift each faint endeavour ! 
 
 Raife our earth-born fouls to thee. 
 
 Place that awful fcene before us, 
 
 Of the laft tremendous day ; 
 When to life thou (halt reftore us, 
 
 Ling'ring ages hafte away ! 
 Then this vile and finful nature 
 
 Incorruption fhall put on ; 
 Life renewing, glorious Saviour ! 
 
 Let thy gracious will be done. 
 
 A a 2 HYMN 
 
 
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 HYMN LXXL 
 ON THE DEATH OF A BELIEVER, 
 
 I »T<IS finifh'd, 'tis done ! 
 
 A The fpirit is fled, 
 The pris'ner is gone, 
 
 The chriftian is dead i 
 The chriftian is living 
 
 Thro' Jefus his love, 
 And gladly receiving 
 
 A kingdom above. 
 
 t All honour and praife 
 
 Is Jefus's due ; 
 Supported by grace, 
 
 He fought his way thro 3 ; 
 Triumphantly glorious, 
 
 Thro' Jefus's zeal, 
 And more than viftorious 
 
 O'er fin, death, and hell. 
 
 } Then let us record 
 
 The conquering name, 
 Our captain and Lord, 
 
 With fhoutings proclaim : 
 Who truft in his paflion, 
 
 And follow our head, 
 To certain falvation 
 
 We all (hall be led, 4 Qi 
 
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 O Jefus, lead on 
 
 Thy militant care, 
 And give us the crown 
 
 Of righteouihefs there: 
 Where dazzled with joy, 
 
 The ieraph m gaze, 
 Or proftrate adore thee 
 
 In filence of praife. 
 
 Come, Lord, and difplay 
 
 Thy figh in the fky, 
 And bear us away 
 
 To manfions on high : 
 The kingdom be giv'n, 
 
 The pnrchafe divine, 
 And crown us in heav'n. 
 
 Eternally thine. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. 
 
 THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST. 
 
 i TL3 E comes ! he comes ! the Saviour dear, 
 A A The feventh trumpet fpeaks him near^ 
 His lightnings flafh, his thunders roll, 
 He's welcome to the faithful foul, 
 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, 
 welcome to the faithful foul. 
 
 A a 3 i From 
 
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 From heav'n angelic voices found* 
 See th' almighty Jefus crown'd ! 
 Girt with omnipotence and grace, 
 And glory decks the Saviour's face, 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, glory decks, 
 the Saviour's face. 
 
 Defcending on his azure throne, 
 He claims the kingdoms as his own ; 
 The kingdoms all obey his word, 
 And hail him their triumphant Lord, 
 Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him, 
 hail him their triumphant Lord. 
 
 Shout, all the people of the fky, 
 And all the faints of the moft high : 
 Our God, who now his right obtains, 
 For ever, and for ever reigns, 
 
 Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, and for 
 ever reigns. 
 
 The father praife, the fon adore, 
 The fpirit blefs for evermore : 
 Salvation's glorious work is done, 
 We welcome the great three in one, 
 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,, 
 welcome the great three in one. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LXXIIL 
 JUDGMENT. 
 
 O ! he cometh, countlefs trumpets 
 - L/ Blow before the bloody fign ; 
 'Midft ten thoufand faints and angels, 
 
 See the crucified fhine. 
 
 Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 
 
 Welcome, welcome, bleeding Lamb ! 
 
 2 Now his merit, by the harpers, 
 
 Thro' th' eternal deep refounds ; 
 
 Now refplendent fhine his nail-prints, 
 
 Ev'ry eye {hall fee his wounds : 
 
 They who pierc'd him, they who 
 pierc'd him, they who pierc'd him D 
 Shall at his appearance wail.. 
 
 3 Ev'ry ifland, fea, and mountain, 
 
 Heav'n and earth fnall flee away ; 
 All who hate him, mull, afhamed, 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day : 
 Come to judgment, come to judg- 
 ment, come to judgment, 
 Stand before the fon of man. 
 
 4 Saints 
 
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 4 Saints who love him, view his glory 
 
 Shining in his bruifed face, 
 His dear perfon on the rainbow, 
 Now his peoples head fhall raife : 
 
 Happy mourners, happy mourners, 
 happy mourners, 
 Lo ! in clouds he comes, he comes ! 
 
 5 Now redemption, long expected, 
 
 See in fokmn pomp appear •, 
 All his people once rejected, 
 Now fhall meet him in the air : 
 
 Hallelujah! hallelujah! hallelujah! 
 Now the promis'd kingdom's come, 
 
 6 View him fmiling, now determin'd 
 
 Ev'ry evil to deibroy ; 
 All the nations now ihall fmg him 
 Songs of everlafting joy : 
 
 O come quickly, O come quickly, 
 O come quickly, 
 Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come. 
 
 GLORIA 
 
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 GLORIA PATRL 
 
 I. 
 
 >TpO Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 ** Thanks, praife, and glory be, 
 As was, and is, and fhall be (till, 
 To all eternity. 
 
 II. 
 
 To God in perfons three, 
 
 All glory be therefore, 
 As in beginning was, is now, 
 
 And fhall be evermore. 
 
 III. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghofl, 
 Be praife amidft the heav'nly hoft, 
 
 And in the church below \ 
 From whom all creatures drew their breath, 
 By whom redemption blefs'd the earthy 
 
 From whom all comforts flow. 
 
 IV. Praife 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow* 
 Praife him all creatures here below j 
 Praife him above, ye heav'nly hoft, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 V. 
 
 Sing we ta our God above, 
 Praife eternal as his love : 
 Praife him, all ye heav'nly hoft v 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft* 
 
 AN 
 
A N 
 
 INDEX 
 
 TO THE 
 
 PSALMS and HYMNS. 
 
 A Page 
 
 AUTHOR of true and faving faith 3 1 
 
 Ah, Lord, how faithlefs is my heart 103 
 
 Arife, my foul, my joyful pow'rs 1 1 $ 
 
 All ye that pafs by 120 
 
 Array'd in mortal flejh 138 
 
 Arife, my tend'reft thoughts, arife 145 
 
 A charge to keep I have 146 
 
 Awake, and fing the fong 148 
 
 A thoufand foes prepare to war 163 
 
 B 
 
 VKBe with me, Lord, where'er I go 2t 
 
 BlefTed are the fons of God g- 
 
 Brethren let us join to blefs 165 
 
 Bled are the fouls that hear and know 168 
 
 Blefs, O my foul, the living God. 18 r 
 
 C Come 
 
I N D E X. 
 
 C Page 
 
 Come, ye finners, poor and wretched 3 
 
 Come, Tinners, to the gofpel-feaft -7 
 
 Come, ye finners, come to Jefus 1 3 
 
 Come, thou almighty king 16 
 
 Come, O thou univerfal' good 49 
 
 Come let us join our chearful forigs '64 
 
 Come let us all unite to praife 7^ 
 
 Children of Ifrael, fee what fhade 94 
 
 Come, ye that love the Lcrd 135 
 
 Come, thou fount of ev'ry blefling 149 
 
 Children of the heav'nly king 1 5 3 
 
 D 
 
 Dear Lord, attend my pray'r . 40 
 
 Deareft Jefus, come to me 89 
 
 Difciples of Chrift 98 
 
 Defcend from heav'n, immortal dove 182 
 
 F 
 
 Father, I flretch my hands to thee 24 
 
 Father, (if thou my Father art) 102 
 
 From thee, my God, my joys mall rife 114 s 
 
 Father, how wide thy glory ihines 172 
 
 G 
 
 Glory to God, who gave the word 20 
 
 Great God! indulge my humble claim 34 
 
 God 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Tagc 
 
 God of my falvation, hear 35 
 
 Ground, O ground me on the Lamb 38 
 
 Give to our God immortal praife 104. 
 
 Glory be to God on high, hallelujah ! 141 
 
 God of all confolation, take 167 
 
 God of all grace and majefty 174. 
 
 H 
 
 How fad our Hate by nature is 26 
 
 How, my dear Lord, mall I exprefs 59 
 
 How heavy is the night 65 
 
 Happy the heart where graces reign 67 
 
 How bleil are they, whofe feet have found 7^ 
 Hail, thou once defpifed Jefus 
 
 How can- we adore 84 
 
 Hail, alpha and omega, hail nj 
 
 How oft have fin and fatan drove 129 
 He is a God of fov'reign love 
 
 Holy Lamb, who thee receive i~6 
 
 How glorious the Lamb iSj 
 
 1 J 
 
 Jefu, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord 2 Q 
 
 Jefu, friend of finners, hear a(5 
 Jefu, Jefu, king of faints 
 Jefus, vouchfafe to hear the cry 
 
 Jefus, I love thy charming name 63 
 
 Jefus, the Saviour of my foul 7 x 
 
 Jefu, lover of my foul $6 
 B b 
 
I N D E x; 
 
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 Jefu, thy blood and righteoufnefs 8B 
 
 Jefus my all, to heav'n is gone 122 
 
 Join all the glorious names 136 
 
 I long to behold him array'd 155 
 
 Jefus, thou art my righteoufnefs 175 
 
 K 
 
 Kind is the fpeech of Chrift our Lord 177 
 
 L 
 
 Let ev'ry mortal ear attend 6 
 
 Lord, we come before thee now 14 
 
 ■f t j m Long have we fat beneath the found 19 
 
 Light of thofe whofe dreary dwelling 2 5 
 
 Lord, if thou the grace impart 42 
 
 Lord, I am vile, conceived in fin 55 
 
 Lord, I would fpread my fore diflrefs 56 
 
 Lo ! to the hills I lift mine eyes 74 
 
 Let us, the fheep by Jefus nam'd 93 
 Lord and God of heav'nly pow'rs, hallelujah ! 1 2$ 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling 131 
 
 Lord avenge thy tempted faints 139 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour fay 171 
 
 Lord Jefu, when, when fhall it be 175 
 
 Lord, all I am is known to thee 1 8c 
 
 M 
 
 Moft righteous God, my doom I bear 30 
 
 My God, the fpring of all my joy« 68 
 
 My 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Page 
 
 My Saviour, my almighty friend loo 
 
 My dear Redeemer, dying Lord 1 1 1 
 
 My God, my life, my love 1 1 5 
 
 My God, my portion, and my love 1 19 
 
 My Lord, I'm fill'd with wonder 125 
 
 My Lord, how great's the favour 126 
 
 Meet and right it is to fing 134 
 
 My hiding-place, my refuge, towV 173 
 
 N 
 
 Now may the fpirit's holy fire 1 1 
 
 Now begin the heav'nly theme 80 
 
 Not all the blood of beaMs 147 
 
 O 
 
 Once more we come before cur God 12 
 
 O God of wifdom, God of might iS 
 
 O fun of righteoufnefs, arife 22 
 
 O Lord, to whom for help I call 23 
 
 O for an heart to love my God 33 
 
 On thee, O God cf purity 43 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my way 44. 
 
 ift thou, Lord, in tender love 45 
 
 O my Lord, v. hat mull I co 43 
 
 O that my load of fin was gone 50 
 
 O what fhall I do my Saviour to praife 5 1 
 
 O thou I I when Tinners cry 54 
 
 O dcareft Lord, give me an heart 62 
 
 Of him who d i< n bring 76 
 
 Or horn the Gentiles trull 77 
 
 Bb: O 
 
I N D EX. 
 
 Page 
 
 O heavenly king 90 
 
 O come, thou wounded Lamb of God 96 
 
 O Jefu, Jefu, deareft Lord 97 
 
 O love, thou bottomlefs abyfs io* 
 
 O thou tender loving Jefu 107 
 
 O for a thoufand tongues to fing 1 09 
 
 O dear Redeemer, who alone 1 1 2 
 
 O Jefus, everlafting God 124 
 
 O love divine, how fweet thou art 130 
 
 Oft I reflect upon the grace 143 
 
 O what fhall I do to retrieve 151 
 
 O Jefu, our Lord 156 
 
 O come let us join 269 
 
 O thou hcly Lamb divine 170 
 
 O Lord my God, whofe fov'reign love 179 
 
 P 
 
 Pl-ung'd in a gulph of dark defpair 1 17 
 
 R 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is king 70 
 
 Rejoice evermore 73 
 
 Rife, my foul, and ftretch thy wings 152 
 
 S 
 
 Sinners, obey the gofpel-word 5 
 
 Sinners, behold the pierced Lamb 8 
 
 Son of God, thy blerling grant 27 
 
 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive 5 3 
 
 Sweet 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Page 
 
 Sweet w*s the hour, the minutes fweet 60 
 
 Salvation, O the joyful found 91 
 
 Saviour, I do feel thy merit 105 
 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace 1 3 2 
 
 Stay, thou infulted fpirit, flay 166 
 
 T 
 
 Thou hidden love of God, whofe height 23 
 
 The one thing needful, that good part 46 
 
 The voice of my beloved founds 5 2 
 
 That God of glorious majefty 57 
 
 The Saviour's love once truly known 69 
 
 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb 87 
 
 Throughout the Saviour's life we trace 106 
 
 The glories of my maker, God 113- 
 
 The defpifed Nazerene 128 
 
 Thou fhepherdof Ifrael, and mine 150 
 
 This God is the God we adore 163 
 
 To God the only wife 178 
 
 W 
 
 We magnify thy grace, O Lord 15 
 
 With heart and lips unfeign'd 21 
 
 When, gracious Lord, when mail it be 47 
 
 With joy we meditate the grace 66 
 
 With all my pow^r of heart and tongue 110 
 
 When with my mind devoutly preft 14 1 
 
 What diiPrent pow'rs of grace and fin 154 
 
 B b 3 When 
 
I N D E X, 
 
 Page 
 
 When I furvey the wond'rous crofs 157 
 
 World adieu ! thou real cheat 158 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God 160 
 
 What mall we render unto thee 161 
 
 Why mould I doubt his love at laft 1 80 
 
 y 
 
 Ye weary wanderers draw near 9 
 
 Ye fervants of God &3 
 
 GLORIA PATRl 275^27^ 
 
 INDEX 
 
INDEX 
 
 TO THE 
 
 PSALMS 
 
 SELECTED FROM THE OLD VERSION. 
 
 A Page 
 
 ALL laud and praife with heart and voice 194 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 200 
 
 D 
 
 Dired me in thy truth 193 
 
 H' 
 
 How perfect is the law of God 190- 
 
 I 
 
 Incline thine ears, O Lord, and let 187 
 
 I will give laud and honour both 196 
 
 I waited long, and fought the Lord 197 
 
 It is a thing both good and meet 198 
 
 M My 
 
INDEX. 
 
 M Page 
 
 My ihepherd is the living Lord 191 
 
 My foul give laud unto the Lord " 201 
 
 O 
 
 C Lord our God, how wonderful 188 
 
 O Holy Ghoft, into our fouls 202 
 
 © Lord, turn not thy face away 203. 
 
 S 
 
 Sing ye with praife unto the Lord 399 
 
 T 
 
 The man Is bleft, that hath not lent .185 
 
 W 
 Within thy tabernacle, Lord 389 
 
 Who is the man, O Lord, that /halt 192 
 
 Y 
 
 Ye righteous in the Lord, rejoice 195 
 
 INDEX 
 
INDEX 
 
 TO THE 
 
 SACRAMENT AND FESTIVAL HYMNS. 
 
 A Page 
 
 ARISE, my foul, with wonder fee 214 
 
 All praife to the Lord 2 1 6 
 
 All glory and praife 221 
 
 Awake, my foul, and with the fun 242 
 
 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 25 1 
 
 -f>f~Ah • lovely appearance of death- 272 
 
 And let this feeble body fail 275 
 
 C 
 
 Come, deareft Lord, defcend and dwell 208 
 
 Come, O my foul, and fing 227 
 
 Come, holy fpirit, heav'nly dove 229 
 
 Come, defcend, O heavenly fpirit 254 
 
 Chriit, from whom all blefftngs flow 255 
 
 Chriit the Lord is ris'n to-day 257 
 
 Come, thou long expected Jefu* 270 
 
 D 
 
 Dear Lord, we crave thy prefence 236 
 
 Difmifs us with thy bleif 259 
 
 E 'L:e 
 
I N D E X. 
 
 'Lre 1 fleep, for ev'ry favour 
 
 Page 
 
 241 
 
 Father, God, who fee'lt in me 209 
 
 Father of mankind £23 
 
 Far from our thoughts, vain world, be gone 237 
 
 God cf all redeeming grace 
 Glory to thee, my God this night 
 
 215 
 243 
 
 H 
 
 Hofanna to the prince of light 260 
 
 Hail the day, that fees him rife 262, 
 
 Y^/k Hark the glad found ! the Saviour comes 266 
 
 Hark, the herald angels fmg 267 
 
 -f^^How happy the forrowful man 271 
 
 Hofanna to Jefus on high 274 
 
 He comes ! he comes ! the Saviour dear 28* 
 
 1 j 
 
 Jefu, dear redeeming Lord 
 Jefus invites his faints 
 jefu, fuiTering deity 
 Jefu, Lord, we lcok to thee 
 Jefu, we thy promife claim 
 -f~*f Jefus, thou everlafling.k' 
 
 Is there a thing beneath the S-;y 
 
 212 
 
 zig 
 
 zzb 
 
 231 
 
 *33 
 
 • 238 
 
 2 54 
 Jefus„ 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Page 
 
 Jefus, who dy'd a world to fave 
 
 Jefu, we hang upon the i 263 
 
 In a world of lin and lorrow 279 
 
 L 
 
 Lamb of God, for whom we languifh 210 
 
 Lord, how divine thy comforts are 2 1 1 
 
 Lamb of God, whofe bleeding love 224 
 
 Lo ! he cometh, countlefs trumpets 2S3 
 
 M 
 
 My foul, come meditate the day 278 
 
 N 
 
 No farther go to night, but ftay 242 
 
 O 
 
 Our fhepherd alone 2 1 7 
 
 O Jefus, my love %\g 
 
 Our lives, our blood we here preknl 226 
 
 O let thy love our hearts cenftrain £37 
 
 Oh ! if my foul was form'd for woe 252 
 
 O love divine, what haft thou done 255 
 
 P 
 
 Praife be to the Father giv'n 265 
 
 R 
 
 Rife, my foul, adore thy make* 240 
 
 S Sitting 
 
I N D E X. 
 
 s 
 
 Page 
 
 Sitting around our father's board 
 
 227 
 
 Still, O Lord, our faith increafe 
 
 232 
 
 See, my foul, with wonder fee 
 
 24S 
 
 Sons of men, behold from afar 
 
 249 
 
 T 
 
 
 This day the Lord of holts invites 
 
 20S 
 
 The Lord, how glorious is his face 
 
 213 
 
 Together with thefe fymbols, Lord 
 
 215 
 
 Thou very pafchal Lamb 
 
 218 
 
 Thankful for our ev'ry blefling 
 
 222 
 
 Try us, O God, and fearch the ground 
 
 230 
 
 To-day God bids the faithful reft 
 
 244 
 
 The Lord of earth and fky 
 
 247 
 
 " 'Tis finiuVd," the Redeemer faid 
 
 253 
 
 The fun of righteoufnefs appears 
 
 259 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal name 
 
 278 
 
 " 'Tis finifn'd," 'tis done 
 
 80 
 
 W 
 
 
 We ling th' amazing deeds 
 
 225 
 
 When, O dear Jefus, when fhall I 
 
 246 
 
 What good news the angels bring 
 
 268 
 
 Y 
 
 Ye that feek the Lord who dy'd 26 j 
 
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