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 JUL 22 1936 
 
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 COLLECTION 
 
 O F 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 IN WHICH ARE 
 
 'Some never before printed. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA 
 Piioted in the j an J782. 
 

A Collection of Hymns, @c. 
 
 HYMN I. America's future glory and happinefr, 
 
 I. y^i OME rife, my foul, to noble things, 
 
 \^4 And trace our future (late ; 
 And joyful ftretch thy fancy's wings, 
 And look for glory great. 
 
 2. Behold our weftern world emerge, 
 And far outfhint the moon ; 
 
 No longer funk, it will enlarge, 
 And rife in glory foon. 
 
 3. See the bright morn of light appear, 
 As day breaks from the ikies ; 
 
 Our woes are gone, and tvcry tear 
 Is banifh'd from our eyes. 
 
 4. Fair liberty exalts her plumes, 
 And freedom takes the throne ; 
 Juflice, the feat of pow'r a/Tames, 
 And thrall no more is known. 
 
 5. Truth lifts its ftandard in the field, 
 And righteoufnefs doth fpring; 
 
 Ten thoufand fouls to Jefus yield, 
 And own him for their king. 
 
 6. Religion riles, with its charms, 
 And fcaueri glories round ; 
 
 Vail numbers flock to mercy's arms, 
 Where pardons may be found, 
 
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 7» Religious tyranny no more 
 The land with bondage fills; 
 But freedom fcurds from more to fhore. 
 And echoes fYom the hills. 
 
 $. The warlike founds of battle ceafe, 
 And fwords no moie deftroy ; 
 The glorious olive branch of peace 
 
 Tills ev'/y hear: with joy. 
 
 o. The fields, where human blood was flied, 
 Aie c'c'h'u with growing corn ; 
 An; nt green, infteaji of red, 
 
 Doth hills and plains adorn. 
 
 10. The defcrt w'id becomes a field, 
 
 h'efforns like a rofe ; 
 e barren land doth plenty yield, 
 And living water flows. 
 
 1 1 No motf the lab'rour pines and grieves, 
 
 -vant of plenty round ; 
 His eyes behold the fruicfu 5 fheaves, 
 Vvtlch make his joys abound, 
 
 12. No more Chrift's minifters complain, 
 And mourn with weeping eyes ; 
 
 No longer fpend their llrength in vain, 
 for numerous converts rife. 
 
 13. See flocking fouls on Jefus wait, 
 And run to hear his word ; 
 
 Behold them (land before his gate, 
 And own him for their Lord. 
 
 14. Chrift's watchmen now fee, eye to eye, 
 And faints join heart and hand ; 
 
 Free grace, free grace, is all the cry 
 Throughout this happy land, 
 
 15. ThU 
 
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 15. This 11 the glory of our main. 
 And thus America 
 Will flourifh under Jcfu's reign. 
 Amen, amen, I fay. 
 
 HYMN IL The important war. 
 
 1. SPHERE is a war proclaim'd above, 
 
 X Againft the prince of hell below, 
 Whofinn'd againft the God of love, 
 And feeks hie caufe to overthrow. 
 
 2. In thii great war none neuters are, 
 AH run, all wreftle, drive and fight ; 
 Some war with fin, and forae will dare 
 Wage war againft the prince of light. 
 
 3. Great Bclaebub, the prince of hell, 
 With all hit legions at command ; 
 
 Wfce from tfcfir i r \i ohedieaca f*i! f 
 Rift up againft Jehovah's hand. 
 
 4. The great Meffiah, now doth dra^r. 
 His fword againft each rebel's heart, , 
 Refolves to vindicate hi) law « 
 And give to traitors their defer!, 
 
 j. God is a match, who dares engage ? 
 Yet men, prefumptuous mortals, dare 
 Rife up with fpitc, and bellifhragr, / 
 
 And tempt him to ihe dreadful war. 
 
 6. Thofe fools who do with Satan joIn, M 
 And dart the great Supreme to rife ; 
 Shall feel his pow'r and wrath divine, 
 Which fiull their guilty fouls furprizc. 
 
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 7- Bat thofe who throw their weapons down, 
 And love the blefT-d faviour's reign, 
 Shall be forgiv'n, and have a crown, 
 While foes and rebels (hall be fluin. 
 
 HYMM HI. A call to the fpiritaal warfare. 
 
 I. /^HRIST's trumpet founds, let faint* be arm f d> 
 
 V_> Tne battle id begun ; 
 The fc nofts of o^an are aiaim'd, 
 The Cdy will (ood be won. 
 
 a. The glo/ijus captain, Jefus, fendi 
 7 he neraUs ot hi* might ; 
 T ..» fsarcrj and try whu are his friends, 
 Ai-ti who will hit to fighr r 
 
 3« The gofje! calls for volunteer*, 
 Tftai cone witk heart and hand ; 
 
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 V/herr is there one for Chrift appears, 
 A^auiit the foe to ftand ? 
 
 4. There's bounty money fhall be giv'n 
 To all his ibldiers here ; ? 
 A»d glorious crowns and joys of heav A, 
 YVxicii Jeiui flull appear, 
 
 5. Here'* dr«ff, and focd, and drink, and arini* 
 And pay, and vift'ry's fu.e j 
 
 This ev'ry Cniitian (bidder charm?, 
 And makci mm war endure. 
 
 6. Ths captain never quits the field # 
 B-«: fignts before his men ; 
 
 TJ. \\ uis f*>es are made to yield,, 
 ij: .J! tinong the flain. 
 
 7. His foes can neither (land nor flyi 
 
 Waea he appear* in tight i ® ftl 
 
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 Bat none of thofe mall ever die, 
 V* ho in his arm 
 
 8 Dear L bold I fet my name, 
 
 A foldier I woula be ; 
 Tny gracious promifei I cU 
 And give myfelf to thee. 
 
 HYMN IV. Chriftians excited to obedience, by 
 beholding a well cuciplined army. 
 
 1. f* OME all ye Ckrifl iew 
 
 V^i Thefe folciiers id array ; 
 Stand and behold whate'er they do p 
 And thus like them obejr. 
 
 2. TJiey all in order fond, 
 And watch their leader's eye ; 
 Obferve the words of his command,* 
 iv ir.aiir tncxr mcraODI by. 
 
 3. Their drefs is neat and clean, 
 Their armour fit for war ; 
 
 In rank and file they all are feen, 
 Without one ftriving jar, 
 
 4. They're uniform throughout, 
 This is their greateft care ; 
 
 They march, they halt, they face about, 
 ] Qfc 't as their orders are. 
 
 5. They learn to cnierfland 
 The ufe of all their a ms ; 
 They are together iu a band, 
 And ready for alarms. 
 
 6. And when they're calPd to fi^ht 
 
 Againft the common fje, 
 
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 They all with heart and hand unite, 
 Ahdchearfully they gc. 
 
 7. And when they're in the fieh?, 
 They fight with courage bcld ; 
 
 Their fwords ar.d fpears whey nobly wield. 
 Their foes in play they koJd. 
 
 8. And when the battle's o'er, 
 The vicVry they proclaim ; 
 
 And when they're called to try it rnorf, 
 They're ready for the fame. 
 
 9. G<y faints, obey your king, 
 And fight againft your foes ; 
 
 So you at lail fhall vicYry fing, . 
 When time and war fhall clofe. 
 
 HYMN V. A WEDDING SONG. 
 
 I. /^V Ccmc let ut fing, 
 
 V_y That fair blooming fpring, 
 Which fu;h farisfa&kn did anciently bring, 
 
 2. Ere fin, that vile (hamr, 
 Deftroy'd the pure Flame, 
 
 When love and affe£Uon well anfwer'd the. name. 
 
 3. Our parents were join'd 
 In body and mind, 
 
 And loving each other did happineft finds 
 
 4. No hatred they knew, 
 Their love was moil true; , 
 
 They being united no longer were two. . 
 
 5. Their joy* wer e all one, . 
 And forrows they'd none, 
 
 With fweetnefs of pleafure ? asb a&ion wii done. 
 
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 6. In friend (hip they walk'd. 
 In harmony talk'd, 
 
 And never by envy or pefilon v\ere baulk'd. 
 
 7. In Eden's fair ; 
 
 Tney fpent cheir fweet hours, 
 
 Njj ^oufyknew they, which. true love devour*. 
 
 %. All pleafure, no pain 
 Within them did reign, 
 Till finning their glory and beauty did ftain. 
 
 9. The air was all love, 
 
 \\ ... im'd from above; 
 
 And in that fweet vhaanti our parents did move*. 
 
 10. Ku: fi nlng, alas, 
 Bias aker'd the Cc:; 
 
 And ruin'd, and ruin'd, and ruin'd oar race* 
 
 .11. Now thofe who are join'd 
 Are ofcen unkind, 
 Unconftant, and cruel, and falfe as the wind. 
 
 12. Nay ofcen far worfe, 
 Each other they curfe ; 
 
 Let this be a warning, a warning to us. 
 
 13. But fome few there are, 
 Efcaping the fnare, 
 
 Live always togethc; unclouded and fair. 
 
 14. Thrice happy are they, 
 Who find out the wav, 
 
 And never from friendfhip or happinefs ftray. 
 
 Man. 15. " Thoi -grce, 
 
 11 i fay uno thee, 
 £ And always be U pleafant and free. 
 
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 Woman. 16. u Moft freely I join, 
 " Thiawifh (hall be mine, 
 " And to the performance my heart doth incline; 
 
 17. O Jefus reftore 
 True friendfhip once more, 
 
 Then fmging thy praifes oar fouls /hall adore. 
 
 18. And while we thutjoin 
 In worfhip divine, 
 
 The glory and honour and pra ife mail be thine, 
 
 HYMN VI. ANOTHER, 
 
 1. T T7 HEN the Saviour good and gracious, 
 
 V V Taber nacled here below, 
 He in prefence grae'd a wedding, 
 His divinity did mow : 
 
 Ail moft lovely, all moft lovely, all moft lovely? 
 Chrift the Lord did then appear. 
 
 2. What a favour then was granted 
 By the Lord of earth and heav'n ! 
 To theguefts tha' were invited 
 Precious wine was freely giv'n : 
 
 Then tranfmuted/ then tranfmuted, then tranfmoted, 
 From the water for their ufe. 
 
 3. Free from all intoxication, 
 From all fumes and from the curfc, 
 Was the wine that Jefus gave them, 
 Hedifplay'd his glory thus ; 
 
 All fat wond'ring, all fat wond'ring, all fat wond'ring, 
 Art the miracle he wrought. 
 
 4. Jefus, Saviour, we invite thee 
 Now to g«ant thy prefence here ; 
 May we nnd at this our wedding 
 
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 5. H*s grace it mail futhcienr be 
 -ve my foul Iran t-v'ry foarc ; 
 
 And bring me home his face co fee, 
 Where I his praiffs (hall declare. 
 
 6. T en (hall ' fee .he tyrants fliin 
 B fare my bailed Saviour's face ; 
 Who would not have my Lord to reign, 
 And 1 iha;l fing fiee grace, free grace. 
 
 HYMN IX. Chriii is beuer than all things, 
 
 I. /^\UIT all thefe fonlilh trifling toys ; 
 \P i nefe things thai are but vain ; 
 
 "his world is full of empty noife, 
 nd l'orrow, toil and pain* 
 
 z. But here is more fut ftantial good* 
 '•1 an«i chear thy mind j 
 - be^r treafure than the food 
 ch thou arc inclin'd. 
 
 **• (~\^d here's pure and perfect joys^ 
 
 V*X f toil and pair, 
 Who fent blU ncvcr cloy; 
 
 ° ur fo He(l gain, 
 
 2. My heart 1 * m >* ^ord m found 
 Who gave Kf '» 
 That he our fouls f/>°m his wounds 
 O praife him witn 
 
 *• t lream 
 5. The boondlefs love of l> 
 
 We cannot comprehend ; 
 
 tTho' we to it eternally 
 
 Shall conftantly attend. 
 
 4. The fountain's large, the ocean'* wide, 
 Who can the fulncu know ? 
 
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 7. Methinks my tongue can ne'er exprefs 
 The pleasure I heholc' ; 
 I'm loft, and cry O fathomLfs! 
 It never can be tOid. 
 
 HYMN X. A prayer to God that he would ht.p 
 his church. 
 
 I. 1 O R D, bnrg thy church cut cf diftrefs, 
 
 JL-rf Reocem her irofin the wiidemefs, 
 Ssvr her ircm all her troub'e?, Lo/d, 
 And favng health to her atfvrd. 
 
 t. How long fhaT) t^y poor mourning bride 
 Be toll and tempted tv'ry fide, 
 A< d feek in vain for k ; nd r^li-^f, 
 While me's opprefb'd and fih'd with grief! 
 
 3. Her foes rep-oach her conftantly, 
 Wniie in derifiou me do'h lie : 
 
 i c Where is your God (they now do fay) 
 «' In whom you boaikd all the day * 
 
 4. So Zion cirjrnsher widow'd (rate $ 
 Behold, fays (he, my {orrow's great ! 
 For he that mould my helper be, 
 
 My comforter, is far from me! 
 
 5. Behold, O I> d, the rage of thofe 
 That co thy glorious caufe oppole ; 
 That make their brags of us, ^.nd lav, 
 
 " Ha, how we love to fee this day I" 
 
 6. What wilt thou do for thy great name i 
 Behold, O Lord, our grief and fhanae, 
 
 And fend us fuccoar fpeediiy, 
 
 Left we ihould fair r, defpair and die; 
 
 7. O Lord, wha will the people f3y, 
 Jf thou thy coming doft dthy ? 
 
 They'll mock and fay, " Behold they have 
 
 <*« Trufted in God, who will not rave,'. *< 
 
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 8. The plowers plcw'd upon my back, 
 And fay thy promife, Lord, IJ flack; 
 And fo they do b!afphtme thy ra«-. e, 
 And fport themfclves wi;h iin and flume. 
 
 9. Lord while thefe things we do behold, 
 s fiil'd with grief that can't be told, 
 
 'Tis time for thee to work, for they 
 Make void thy law, L;<rd, ev'ry d^yv 
 
 10. Return , and let thy children knov* 
 That thcu regarded their great wo, 
 
 And let tne foes of Zion fee 
 
 Tnou fa.'il the fouls that trull in thee, 
 
 HYMN XL Anfwer to the foregoing petitiOM. 
 
 j. Ti /TEthinks I hear my Saviour's voice, 
 
 lVX Wnich makes my heart and foul rejoice. 
 I march a!ori£, and my decrees 
 Fulfil. ing are, juil as 1 pleafe. 
 
 2. My coming maketh no delay ; 
 Watch for my coming, watch and pray. 
 B nold the figns, I'm at ihe door; 
 
 Watch, keep yrur garments clean, therefore. 
 
 3. Surely I come, ard my reward 
 
 I bring wi.h me, faith Chrili the Lord ; 
 I qjickly come, wait patiently ; 
 My coming furtly doth draw nigh. 
 
 4. Hjld fad what thou of me rzz» : v y d, 
 Knowing in whom thou had believ'd. 
 
 I am not flack, nor will I fail, 
 Nor fha.l my enemies prevail. 
 
 A. Gnd will avenge Vis chofen ones, 
 And he will favz 6 ite foBfc 
 
 Which a..to him cry n'^nt and day ; 
 He will them i*ve, without delay. 6. I 
 
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 6 I come, Ic^m?, to do my will, 
 And all my pleafure to fulfil. 
 I come to fpt rny children free, 
 And take them all to dwell with me. 
 
 HYMN XII. An exhortation to prayer. 
 
 f . J^* O ME, lee us join for to adore 
 
 \^j The facred one in three ; 
 The Lord has grace laid up in ftore, 
 
 For thofe that needy be« 
 
 ^ Come let us now addrefs his throne. 
 
 And feek his face by pray'r; 
 for in the lord i help alone, 
 
 for thois that helptefs are. 
 
 5 U?~t> llie Lord your God rely, 
 
 And truft his gracious word ; 
 Salvation is for ever nigh 
 
 The fouls that fear the Lord. 
 
 4. Then why will ye now difjbey, 
 
 And make a wretched choice? 
 Behold the Lord doth call, and fay, 
 
 C une hearken to my voice. 
 
 j. Come and buy wine and milk of me, 
 
 Ye that no money have ; 
 The b'ood of Chritt is ever free, 
 
 Your fouls to cleanfe and fa-ve. 
 
 6. The king no dowry doth require, 
 
 But that you would him give 
 Your heart is all he doth require; 
 
 Hear, and your foul* fluljlive. 
 
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 7. Now to my foul I fpeak and fay, 
 Receive the promis'd grace; 
 
 Come feek the Lord your God to day, 
 And you fhall fee his face* 
 
 8. Why wilt thou any more refute 
 His voice for to obey, 
 
 His patience longer to abufe, 
 And grieve him by delay. 
 
 9. O come, dear Lord, and make us feet 
 The grace of love divine. 
 
 And it fhall our difeafes heal. 
 O Lord, the pow'r is thine. 
 
 HYMN XLU. To be with Chrift, for me is far 
 better.. Phil. i. 23. 
 
 IF all the globe belong'd to me, 
 Both lands and feag, from eaft to weft, 
 Yet, Lord, my foul would third for thee, 
 Becaufe " to be with Ghriit is beft," 
 
 2. Should honour court me with her charms, 
 Or kings invite me as a gucir, 
 
 Or pleafure call me to her arms, 
 Yet ftill " to be with Chriit is 02ft." 
 
 3. Should gold, andfilk, and diamonds bright, 
 
 By ions of art be made my veil, 
 All would be nothing in my fight*; 
 
 " To be w;th Chriit would far be belt." 
 
 4.. Or fliould I Co exalted be, 
 
 That all to me fhould make requeft; 
 It would be better far for m* 
 
 #To fce with Chriit, for "that ii beft." 
 
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 5. Should friends and kindred, with cheir claims, 
 A thoufand lovely things fuggeft, 
 
 Or cai! me by the dearefl names, 
 I'd fay, " T# be with Chrift is bell." 
 
 6. Should I be lov'd by all fo well, 
 That 1 mould be by all carefs'd ; 
 
 My foul do h know, in Heav'n to dwell, 
 " And be with Jefus Chrift is bell." 
 
 7. Or fhculd the Tons and heirs of heaven 
 Seek to detain me from his breaft ; 
 
 To them this anfwer mould be giv'n, 
 " To be with Chrift the Lord is beft." 
 
 S. Should all the race of Ad?m join 
 
 To make this world my fetcied reft, 
 And to regard me fhculd combine, 
 
 " To be with Chrift for me is bed." 
 
 g. Were nature's goods combiaM in one, 
 Peace, health, and competence poiras'd, 
 
 And all trie joys ^slow the fun, 
 
 " For me t:> be with Chiift is btft," 
 
 10 Ivl ific and friendfhip (\xxt\y have 
 
 1 hLf.vceteil charms,, as 'ris conf^fs'd, 
 Th fcio peifecl;on [ would crav< ; 
 L. t* oh, •• to be with Chrift is beft. H 
 
 11. Should earth's united joys con fp ire 
 To make m entirely bleit ; 
 
 Yet <uC'i is my intenfc dtfire, 
 
 Vd iay, '• Fo be with Ciirift is bed." 
 
 12. Or might I fee rhfc ^'orld in peace, 
 And h v~ -i » 1 left, 
 
 Ail wirs and ftrifes f >r ever ^e^fe, 
 
 " Tj be with Chrift »oulu then be beft." 
 
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 lj. C" Jigion 
 
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 But chen " to be . ' 7 
 
 1 4. \\\ /Ven morals frown,. 
 
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 <» To '- is tar the bcft." 
 
 15. -eav'd 
 kindr^ arreit, 
 
 And by falfe brethren M, 
 
 " ith j us Chrtft is beft." 
 
 e and wants ab 
 
 . d T:n 1 lire It, 
 
 around ; 
 I fay, " i 1 beft." 
 
 17. When w.t and s the earth, 
 
 I Jong in hcav'n to build my neil ; 
 
 ?.n j have inou?i); n, 
 
 I'm fare cl to b 
 
 1 S. Wiien I on earth can find no place, 
 
 And a.n in *eeJs or forrow dreft, 
 Aad mt-e: reproach, , difgrace, 
 
 iNj dojo: u t t is beft." 
 
 10 Thus whether j j or grief prevails, 
 
 Tni* ev'ry _ nut. an may autil, 
 A> fuch a truth that aevei fails, 
 
 " To bw with Chrift ^ HcaVii is bell, 
 
 20. Why fines this wo 1 's a place of wo ? 
 
 cv'i y virtue is fappreft, 
 S ioa d W2DJ 1 >n^ <rom hei ce to go, 
 Ani ^>j Witii Ciuift, whica iar ii b<A ? 
 
 21. Lord 
 
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 21. Lord grant while I on earth do ftay, 
 This truth on me may be impreft, 
 
 " That let my fk;e be what it may, 
 « To be with Chrift for me is beft." 
 
 22. There's fomeihing wrought within my foul, 
 (Tho* much borne down, with fin deprcft) 
 
 That feeks the land where pleafures roll, 
 And fays, «« To be with Chrift ii beft." 
 
 HYMN XIV. An exhortation to praife Go* 
 and a cUfue to be tilled with his Fulnefs. 
 
 i. QING to the Lord and blefs hi« name, 
 
 i^) The God that built the fky ; 
 Truft not in men of mighty fame j. 
 
 But on your God rely. 
 
 2. Unto cor God let us give pratfe* 
 Becaufe it is his due, 
 
 And to his name new let us raife 
 Songs of thankfgiving too, 
 
 3. Exalt the Lord your God to day ; 
 Come lec us all unite 
 
 His lovely voice for to obey 
 Wuh pieafure and delight. 
 
 4. Oh may we feaft upon that bread* 
 Which if a man mail eat, 
 
 He fha 1 not die. May we be fed 
 With thia reviving meat! 
 
 5. O may we drink the richeft wine 
 Which is our Saviour's blojd, 
 
 And may we feaft on things divine, 
 O thou moft bkffed G^d, 
 
 & Come 
 
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 6. Com-?, warm our hearts with facred fire, 
 Which is eternal love, 
 
 Take our afFtdions and de&res, 
 Fix them on things above. 
 
 7. O may we join the heav'nly hod, 
 Loud praifes foi to ling 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 Upon the higheft firing. 
 
 8. Come join upon the higheft key, 
 God's name for to adore ; 
 
 To God on high al giory be, 
 Mow and for evermore. 
 
 HYMN XV. Afforance of >Heaven m*kes \he 
 Soul wuiing to depart, and bb^with Chrilt. 
 
 1. \X7 ELL, let this earthly houfe decay, 
 
 VV This tabernacle ceafe, 
 This oar abode mull pafs away, 
 And utterly decreafe. 
 
 2. But Chrift our Lord another fhewa, 
 An heav'nly building Hands, 
 Our fouls have got fome certain views 
 Of the new Canaan's lands. 
 
 3 Yonder on heav'ns eternal hill, 
 We know that we may fay 
 We have an houfe, where wefliall dwell, 
 That ntver will decay. 
 
 4. Could we but climb and view the land, 
 And \ac2p the fame in fight, 
 Lord, we iliould long for thy command 
 To quit this Viic of night. 
 
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 $; Jour's cold ftreams, and death's dark fhade, 
 Would all be out of mind, 
 While in this heav'aly frame we {laid 
 2so ten 01 fnould we find. 
 
 6. Then we fh-uld long to bid farewell 
 To all cnis earthry^ye, 
 
 And go with Cnnit the Lord to dwell 
 In pieaiuresevermw/e. 
 
 7. ■ FwouM make us firive our race to run. 
 The p.»«"ze tor co obtain, 
 
 A^d wiih to I ;v„' our moments done, 
 Fat to p off- is our gain. 
 
 %. Then we mould third, and pant, and Jong 
 
 To q. ; i' his mortal clay, 
 And g" and j .In the happy throng, 
 
 In the bngnt realms of day. 
 
 9. 'Twould make us ftfriVe to run our race^ 
 
 And ail our w)k fulfil,* 
 That we might quu this mournful place. 
 
 And land «t Z'un's hill. 
 
 HYMN XVI. An hymn to be fang at Bapiifm, 
 
 1. 1[T is a very p! :.?ant thiag 
 
 X. To follow Chrift our Lord 5. 
 
 And thus obey our heav'nly king 
 Acxojdjng to his word. 
 
 2. Down to t^c water fide we go, 
 A ur Saviour did, 
 
 If O t) foj 
 
 As Jcius doth us bid, » 
 
 3. Sa. 
 
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 3. Saviour, we blefs thy wondrous aame» 
 Fjr ihis eximpie (hown ; 
 
 iovc to im.t ice the lam •, 
 Which , aoilown. 
 
 4. We are baptis'd as Jefas was, 
 
 ii j • afy )ok-c we b i-, 
 
 ;hu* b* ' \ becaufc 
 That sv . - .-* vaiiis are. 
 
 5. Miv we unto thy gfory live, 
 O LorJ teacn us thy ways 
 
 T 1 thy holy it give, 
 Ana we thy 1 ail praife. 
 
 6. As we t^iy KdIv n*T*e z>r~teC : , 
 May we our m iments fpe nd 
 
 In - truth ard righttoufbef*, 
 
 U^itil our time fhall end. 
 
 HYMN XVII. Another. 
 
 i.OING to cur Saviour's name 
 
 v^ E.e'nal r or»gs of praife ; 
 His pcw'r and love, and grace proclaim, 
 
 Jn all the notes you ra';fc. 
 
 2. Behold a pleafant fight 
 Before our wond'ring eyes, 
 
 Beh Id this (acred aw'ul rite, 
 Which many do defptfe. 
 
 3. See in the very mode 
 What wonders do appear, 
 
 Chrift's death and ref«irn ction fhow'd. 
 And we behold them here. 
 
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 4- Wc very plainly (hew, 
 
 When plung'd ber.eaih the wave, 
 That Chnlt was dead, and bury'd too, 
 Inclos'd within the grav.;. 
 
 5. And when we do appear 
 
 To come frcm where we've lair. 
 It is an emblem very c!<:ar 
 That Jefus rcfe again. 
 
 6. O happy man indeed ! 
 Who doth hi* L< rd obey, 
 
 The Lord to him wiirfer.d good fpeed, 
 In this molt bie/Ted way. 
 
 7. Our fculs rejoice to fee 
 This ordinance divine, 
 
 i\«'d to behold men follow thee, 
 
 Whom thou dcil {0 incline. 
 
 $. O Lord oar hearts rejoice 
 
 To ice thy rame acor'd ; 
 We love to htrar thy people's voice 
 
 Cry Glory to the Lord. 
 
 HYMN XVili. 
 
 1. A MEN, the holy angels cry, 
 
 J~\ Thus far O Lord thy will is done ! 
 Amen thy (ainti on earth rep'y, 
 Thy gloiious woik is now began. 
 
 2. The joy is great, when we can fee 
 Thy juft commands, O L?id, obey'd, 
 
 When fouls from fn are turn'd to thee, 
 And are obedieni children made. 
 
 5. Wc 
 
( 2 5 ) 
 
 * We blefs the Father and the Son, 
 We blefs the Holy Ghoft likewife ; 
 
 We praife the facred three in one, 
 Who made our fouls from fin to rife, 
 
 4. Thy facred precepts we receive, 
 O LORD we blefs thy holy name, 
 
 That thou fhould ever give us leave 
 And charge us to obey the fame. 
 
 5. It is an honour to obey 
 
 Thy great commands before all men; 
 So we have trod the wat'ry way, 
 
 For in the water CHRIST hath been, 
 
 6. This ordinance O Lord we keep, 
 According to thy wife defign ; 
 
 Lord may we walk among thy fheep ; 
 We feek no other fold but thine. 
 
 7. LORD guide us by thy counfel here,' 
 Till we this gloomy vale have paft ; 
 
 Save us from fin fave us from fear. 
 And bring us to thyfelf at laft. 
 
 HYMN XIX. A Song of Praife for 
 the Holy Ghoft. 
 
 TV/T Y foul doth magnify the Lord, 
 
 ■ iyA My fpirit doth rejoice 
 
 In God my Saviour, and my God; 
 
 I hear his joyful voice. % I 
 
( * ) 
 
 2 I need not go abroad for joys, 
 
 I have a feaft at home ; 
 My fighs are turned into fongs, 
 The comforter is come. 
 
 3 Down from above the blefled dove, 
 
 Is come into my breaft, 
 To witnefs God's eternal love : 
 This is my heav'nly feaft. 
 
 4 This makes me Aba Father cry, 
 
 With confidence of foul; 
 This makes me cry, My Lord, my God, 
 And that without controul. 
 
 5 There is a ftream that iffues forth 
 
 From God's eternal throne, 
 And from the Lamb, a living ftream, 
 Clear as the cryftal Stone : 
 
 6 The ftream doth water Paradife, 
 
 It makes the angels fmg ; 
 One cordial drop revives my heart, 
 Hence all my joys do fpring ; 
 
 7 Such joys as are unfpeakable, 
 
 And full of glory too ; 
 jSuch hidden manna, hidden pearls, 
 As worldlings do not know. 
 
 8 Eye 
 
( 27 ) 
 
 8 ,Eye hathnotfeen, nor ear hath heard, 
 
 From fancy 'tis conceal'd 
 What thou Lord haft laid up for thine, 
 And haft to me reveal'd. 
 
 9 I fee thy face, I hear thy voice, 
 
 I tafte thy fweeteft love ; 
 My foul doth leap, but Oh, for wings ; 
 The wings of Noah's dove, 
 
 io Then would I fly far hence away, 
 Leaving this world of fin ; 
 
 Then would my Lord put forth his hand. 
 And kindly take me in. 
 
 1 1 Then would my foel with angels feaft, 
 On joys which aBvays laft ; 
 
 Bleft be my God, the God of joy, 
 Who gives me here a tafte. 
 
 H Y M N XX. A Prayer for perfons 
 joined in fellowfhip. 
 
 ' ^RY us, O God, and fearch the ground: 
 
 Of every finful heart, 
 Whate'er 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 
 
^ 20 J 
 
 But guide our feet into the way 
 Of everlafting peace, 
 
 3 Help us to help each other Lord, 
 
 Each other's crofs to bear; 
 Let each his friendly aid afford, 
 And feel his brother's care. 
 
 4 Help us to build each other up, 
 
 Our little ftock improve, 
 Increafe our faith, confirm our hope, 
 And perfect us in love. 
 
 5 Up into thee the living head, 
 
 Let us in all things grow, 
 
 Till thou haft made us free indeed, 
 
 And fpotlefs here below. 
 
 t Then when the mighty work is wrought, 
 
 Receive thy ready bride, 
 Give us in heav'n a happy lot, 
 
 With all the fandify'd, 
 
 HYMN XXL 
 
 AWAKE/ and fing the fong 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb, 
 t Wake every heart and ev'ry tongue, 
 To praife the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Sing of his dying love, 
 
 Sing of his riling pow'r. Sing 
 
( *9 
 
 Sing how he intercedes above, 
 
 For thofe whofe fins he bare. 
 
 j Sing till we feel our hearts 
 
 Afceading with our tongues, 2 
 
 Sing till the love of (in departs, 
 
 And grace infpires our fongf • 
 
 4 Sing on your heav'nly way, 
 
 Ye ranfom'd finners fing; 
 Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day, 
 In Chrift th' eternal King. 
 
 5 Sing till you hear Chrift fay, 
 
 Your fins are all forgiv'n ; 
 Sing on rejoicing ev'ry day, 
 
 Till we all meet inHcav'n# 
 
 6 Soon fhall ye hear Chrift fay, 
 
 u Ye blefled children come;'' 
 Soon will he call you hence away, 
 And take his wand'rers home. 
 
 HYMN XXII, 
 
 CAW ye taot the cloud arife, 
 
 Little as an human hand? 
 Now it fprcads along the fk ; es, 
 
 Hangs o'er all the thirty land, Lo! 
 
( 3« ) 
 
 Lo ! the promife of a fhowV 
 
 Drops already from above, 
 But the Lord fhall fhortly pour 
 All the fpirit of his love. 
 
 2 Sons of God your Saviour praife, 
 He a door hath open'd wide 
 
 He hath giv'n the word of grace, 
 Jefu's word is glorify'd: 
 
 Jefus mighty to redeem, 
 
 He alone the work hath wrought^ 
 
 Worthy is the work of him, 
 
 Who all things to being brought, 
 
 2 When he firft the work begun 
 
 Small and feeble was his day, 
 Now the word does fwiftly run, 
 
 Now itfpreads its glorious way; 
 More and more it fhines and grows, 
 
 Ever mighty to prevail j 
 Sin's ftrong holds it now o'erthrows, 
 
 Shakes the trembling gates of helL 
 
 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 A Song of Praife for the Gofpel. 
 IDLEST be my God that I was born 
 ■*"* To hear the gofpel found ; 
 That I was born to be baptized,. 
 And bred on holy ground :. 
 
( 3. ) 
 
 2. That I was bred where God appears 
 
 With tokens of his grace; 
 The lines arc fallen unto me 
 In a moft pleafant place. 
 
 3. I might have been a Pagan bred, 
 
 Or elfe a veiled Jew, 
 Or cheated with the Al Koran 
 Amongft the Turkifh crew- 
 
 4. So in a dungeon dark as night 
 
 I might have fpentmy days; 
 But thou haft fent me gofpel light, 
 To thine eternal praife. 
 
 5 The fun that rofe up in the eaft, 
 And drove the fhades away, 
 
 Its healing wings have reach'd the weft, 
 And tunfd the night to day. 
 
 6. Bleft be my God for what I fee, 
 
 My God for what I hear, 
 I hear Inch bleffed news from Heav'n 
 Not earth nor hell I fear. 
 
 7. I hear my Lord for me was bonv 
 
 My Lord for me did die, 
 My Lord for me did rife again, 
 
 And did afcend on high; 8 
 
( 3* ) 
 
 8. On high he Hands to plead my cauic, 
 
 And will return again, 
 And fet me on a glorious throne, 
 
 And I with him fhall reign. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 Light Shining out of Darknefs. 
 
 G 
 
 OD moves in a myfterious way 
 His wonders to perform, 
 He plants his footftcps in the fea, 
 And rides upon the ftorm. 
 
 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never failing skill, 
 He treafures up his bright dcfigns, 
 
 And works his fov'reign will. 
 
 3. Ye fearful faints frefh courage take; 
 
 The clouds ye fo much dread 
 Arc big with mercy, and fhall break 
 In bleflings on your head. 
 
 4. Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe, 
 
 But trufthim for his grace; 
 Behind a frowning Providence 
 He hides a fmilingface. 
 
 5. His f irpofes will ripen fait, 
 
 Unfoj, dipg ev'ry hoyr, The 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 The bud may have a bitter tafte, 
 But fweet will be the fiow'r. 
 
 6. Blind unbelief is fure to err., 
 And fcan his work in vain: 
 
 God is his awn interpreter, 
 
 A: : will make it plain. 
 
 H Y M N XXV. Invitation: 
 
 /^OME ye finners poor and wretched, 
 ^^ Weak and wounded Tick and fore, 
 Jefus ready (lands to fave you, 
 
 Full of pity, love and powV; 
 
 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 (Thrift and buy. 
 
 3 Let not confeience make you linger, 
 
 Nor of fitnefi fondly dream : 
 All the litnefi he requireth 
 
 Is to feel your need of him; 
 
 This he gives you, 
 *Tis the Spirits glimmering beam. 
 
 4 Come ye weary, heavy laden, 
 Bruii'd and mangled by the fall, 
 
( 34 ) 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 
 You will never come at all; 
 
 Not the righteous, 
 
 Sinners Jefus came to call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo your Maker proftrate lies f 
 On the bloody tree behold him, 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 
 " It & finifh'd," 
 
 Sinner, will not this fuffice ? 
 
 6 Lo ! th' incarnate God afcended,. 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
 Venture on him, venture freely, 
 
 Let no other truft intrude i 
 
 None but Jefus, 
 Can do helpleis finners good. 
 
 7 Saints and Angels join'd in concert 
 
 Sing the praifes of the Lamb, 
 While the biiisful feats of Heaven 
 
 Sweetly eccho with his name. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Sinners here may do the fame. 
 
 H Y M N XXVL 
 
 J OPvD help us on thy love to feed \ 
 
 In peace difmifs us hence ; 
 Be thou in every time of need, 
 
 Our refuge and defence. 
 2 We now defire to blefs thy name, 
 
 And in our hearts record And 
 
(; 35 ) 
 
 a n ] ^ vr thankful tongues proclaim 
 
 x ■ lefs of the Lord. 
 
 I N XXVII. 
 
 A Rif^, mj Veil thoughts arife, 
 
 *** To torrents melt my dreaming eyes ! 
 And thou my heart with anguifh feel, 
 Thofe evils which thou can'ft not heal, 
 
 2 See human nature funk in fhame 1 
 See fcandals pour'd on Jefu's name ! 
 The Father wounded through the fon ! 
 The world abus'd, the foul undone ! 
 
 3 See the fhort courfe of vain delight 
 doling in long and dreadful night! 
 
 In flames that no abatement know, 
 The briny tears for ages flow. 
 
 4 My God I feel the mournful fcene; 
 My bowels yearn o^er dying men; 
 And fain my pity would reclaim, 
 
 And fnatch the fire-brands from the flame, 
 
 5 But feeble my compafiion proves, 
 And can but weep where moit it loves; 
 Thine own all faving arm employ, 
 And turn thefe drops of grief to joy. 
 
 H Y M N XXVIII. The Jubilee. 
 DLOW ye the trumpet blow, 
 ^ The gladly folemn found 
 Let ail the nations know, 
 
 To earth's remotefl bound, The 
 
C 36 ) 
 
 The year of Jubilee is come, 
 
 Return ye ranfom'd finncrs home. 
 
 2 Exalt the Son of God, 
 
 The all atoning Lamb; 
 Redemption thro' his blood 
 
 To all the world proclaim : 
 The year, &c. 
 
 3 Ye, who have fold for nought, 
 
 Your heritage above ; 
 Come take it back unbought, 
 The gift of Jefu's love : 
 The year &tc. 
 
 4 The gofpel trumpet founds; 
 
 Let all the nations hear, - 
 And earth's remotefl bounds 
 Before the throne appear: 
 The year 5cc. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 / TPHIS God is the God we adore, 
 A Our faithful unchangeable friend; 
 Whofe love is as great as his pow'r, 
 And neither knows meafure nor end. 
 
 2 'Tis Jefus the firft and the laft, 
 
 Whofe fpirit fhall guide us fafe home; 
 
 We'll praife him for all that is paft, 
 And truft him for all that's to come. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 37 ) 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 DESERTERS, to the Camp return,, 
 Refume your former Poft, 
 Bewail your Crimes, your Bafenefs mourn 1 
 For yet Ye are not loft. 
 
 2. Your's is a fad, a dang'reus Cafe, 
 Be humbfe, and repent ; 
 
 Mercy you'il find, tho' e'er fo bafe, 
 The Moment you relent. 
 
 3. Sinners are fav'd by Jv/k's Blood, 
 How vile fo e'er they be ; 
 
 Eternal Life's the Gift of C0J1 
 And Gifts are always free. 
 
 4. 'Tis not by Works of Righteoufne#, 
 Which any Man has done; 
 
 But G$d his Cent his Son to blefs 5 
 Return, and kils the Son. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. 
 
 Dcttb. 
 
 1. T 7ATN Man thy fond Purfuita forbctr-t 
 V Repent ; thy End is nigh, 
 Death at tnc fartheft can't bfiar; 
 Oh, think before thou die 1 
 
 2. RrfUft, th©u haft a Son! to Uve, 
 Thy Sins how hieh they mount! 
 
 What are :h II 1 es keyond the GiIY* t 
 How lUuas that Giik account* 
 
 i' Pea* 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 $. fceath enters, and there's no Defence, 
 His Time there's none can tell, 
 
 Nc'U in a Moment call thee her.ee, 
 To Heaven or to Hell. 
 
 4. ThyFlcfe, perhaps thy chiefeft Care, 
 Sha;l crawling Worms confume, 
 But ah, Defiru&ion flops not there j 
 Sin kills beyond the Tomb ! 
 
 5. To Day, the Gofpel calls, to Day: 
 Sinners, it fpeaks to You ; 
 
 Let ev'ry one forfak* his Way, 
 And Mercy will enfue. 
 
 6. Rich Mercy, dearly bought with Bloed, 
 How vile foe'er he#be, 
 
 Abundant Pardon, Peace with God\ 
 AH giv'n entirely free. 
 
 HYMN XXXIL 
 
 Mefcre f reaching* 
 
 :, /*VNCE more we come before our God 9 
 
 \JF Once m#re hi? Blefling afk; 
 
 Ch, m*y net Duty feemaLaadi 
 Nor worfhip prove a Tafic. 
 
 2. Father/ thy qaick'ning Spirit fead 
 From Heav'n, in Jeftfs Name, 
 
 To m*ke our w«iuo| Minds attend, 
 And put cur Souls in Frame. 
 
 %. May we receive the Word we hearf 
 Each in an ho*elt Heart ; 
 
 Hoard up tne precious Trcsfure there, 
 And new wita it part 
 
 4. To 
 
( 39 ) 
 
 4« To feek thee all our Heart* difpofc ? 
 To each thy Bieffings fait. 
 
 And let the Seed thy Servant fows 
 Produce a copious Fruit, 
 
 5. Bid the refrefhing North Wind wake } 
 Say to the South Wind, Blow ; 
 
 Let ev'ry Plant the Pow'r partake, 
 And all the Garden grow. 
 
 6. Revive the parch'd with heav'ftly Show'rs, 
 The cold with Warmth divine ; 
 
 And as the Benefit is curs, 
 Be all the Glory thine. 
 
 HYMN XXXIIL 
 For htjhall not /peak of himftlf. 
 
 3. TTT Hatever prompts the Soul te Pride, 
 
 VV Or gives u% Room to boaft 
 (Except in Jefus crucify 'd J 
 Is not the Holy Gboft. 
 
 2. That blefled Spir't omitt to fyeak 
 
 Of what himfelf has done, 
 And bids th* enlighten'd Sinner fcek 
 
 Salvation in the Sen. 
 
 5. He feldom moves a Man to fay, 
 
 " Thank God, Pm made fo good y y 
 lut turns his Eye another Way, 
 
 To Jefus and his Blood. 
 
 4. Great are the Graces he confers. 
 But all in Jefu's Name ; 
 
 He gladly dictates, gladly hears, 
 " Salvation to the Lamb" 
 
 Da HYMN 
 

 ( 40 ) 
 
 HYMN XXXIV; 
 
 The young Lions do lack,, and fufFer Hanger, bu^ 
 they that feek the Lt rd fhall not want any Good, 
 Pfalm xxxiv. 10, 
 
 i. \T E Lambs of ChriJF% Fold,, 
 
 JL Ye Weaklings ia Faith, 
 
 Who long to lay hold 
 On Life by his Death; 
 
 Who fain would believe him, 
 And in your beft Room 
 
 Would gladly receive him, 
 But fear to prefume. 
 
 «♦ Remember one Things 
 (O \ may it fink deep) 
 
 Our Shepherd and ting 
 Cares much for his Sheep. 
 
 To truft him endeavour ; 
 The Work is his own ; 
 
 He makes the Believer, 
 And gives him his Crown« 
 
 g. Thofe feeble Defire?, 
 Thofe Wifhes fo weak, 
 
 'Tis Jeftts infpires, 
 And bid you ftili feek,- 
 
 His Spirit will cherifti 
 The Life he firft gave : 
 
 You never fhall perifh, 
 If Je/us can fave. 
 
 4. Proud Lions that boaft a 
 When lufty and young, 
 
 Soan find to their Cort, 
 Self Conidjence wrong ; 
 
 Tormented 
 
( 41 ) 
 
 Tormented with Hunger, 
 Thayfeel their Strength vain ; 
 
 For Famine is flrcnger, 
 And gnaws them with Pain. 
 
 5. Bat Lambs are prcfervM, 
 Tho* herplefs in kind ; 
 
 When . re ibrv'J, 
 
 They Nouriffcment find. 
 
 Their Shepherd upholds tfccfi 
 When faint in his Arms, 
 
 And feeds them, and folds th 
 And guards them from Harms, 
 
 6. Tho : I -es we fee 
 The Cafe i: qs ; 
 
 Bad Shepherd: ?e; 
 
 Yet what's that to us ? 
 
 The Shepherd who chafe u* 
 :l furely be good ; 
 
 Who rather than lofe us 
 Would flicd his Hearts BIo« 
 
 7. Bier* Soul, that can fa/,. 
 " G&r/ytf only I fetk;" 
 
 Wait for him alway ; 
 Be conftant, tho' weak. 
 
 The Lord, whom theu feekef^ 
 Will not tarry long, 
 
 And to him the weakest 
 II dear as the ftrong. 
 
 $ S A Y M 11 
 
I 4* ) 
 
 HYMN X$TXV 
 Free Grace. 
 
 r, X7 E Children of Ged, 
 \ By Faith in his Son, 
 
 Rideem'd by his Blood, 
 And with him made one. 
 
 This Union with Wonder 
 And Rapture be feen ; 
 
 Which nothing mail /under, 
 Without or within. 
 
 2. This Pardon, this Peace? 
 Which none can deftroy, 
 
 This Treafure of Grace, 
 This heavenly Joy, 
 
 The Worthlefs may crave it* 
 It always comes free; 
 
 The yileft may h*ve xr, 
 'Twas given to me. 
 
 3. *Tis not for good Deed?, 
 Good Tempers, nor Frames ; 
 
 From Grace it proceeds, 
 And all is the Lamb's. 
 
 No Gcodnefs, no Fitnefs, 
 Expects he from us ; 
 
 This I can well witnefs ; 
 fox none could be worfe. 
 
 4. Sick Sinner expect 
 
 No Balm but CbriJTi Blood v. 
 
 Thy owa Works reject, 
 The Bad, and the Good. 
 
 None ever mifcarry 
 That on him rely, 
 
 Tho' filthy as Mary*,. 
 Manajfeh, Ql I. 
 
 • Mary "klagdaUne. 
 
 HYMI 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. L Sam. vii. is-. 
 
 i. rpHO' ftraic be the Way, 
 X With Dangers befet; 
 
 And we thro' Delay 
 Are no farther yet; 
 
 Oar good Guide and Saviour 
 Hath helped thus far ; 
 
 And Ms by his Favser 
 We are what we are. 
 
 2. A Favour fo great, 
 We highly mould prize ; 
 
 Nor murmur, nor fret, 
 Nor final I Things defpiie. 
 
 But what call we fmall Things ? 
 Sin's whole canceled Sum ; 
 
 'Til greater than all Things— 
 Except thofe to come. 
 
 3. My Brethren reflect 
 On what we have been ; 
 
 How God had Refpcft A 
 To us under Sin. 
 
 When lower and lower 
 We ev'ry Day fell, 
 
 He firetch'd forth his Power, 
 And fnatch'd us from Hell. 
 
 4. Then let us rejoice, 
 And chearfully ftng, 
 
 With Heart, and with Voice, 
 To Jejus our King ; 
 
 Who thus far has brought ui 
 Prom Evil to Good ; 
 
 The Ranfom that bought us, 
 No left than his Ittttd, 
 
 5. Per 
 
for B-eiEngs like thefe- 
 teoufty giv'n, 
 For Prcip t£is of Peace, 
 And Foretaitcs of Heav'n ; 
 
 'T is grateful, 'tis pleafant» 
 To ficg and a^ore; 
 
 Be thankful for prefenC, 
 And then :■.&. fcr more, 
 
 H Y M N XXX Vll. 
 
 *The Fountain of Cbrift. 
 
 Zech. xiii, i. 
 
 1 1 ^T^HE Fountain of Cbrijl 
 
 JL Aflift me to fing 3 
 The Blood of our Prieft, 
 
 Our crucify'd King ; 
 Which perfe&ly cleanfcs 
 
 From Sin, and from Filth ; 
 And richly difpenfes 
 
 Salvation and Health* 
 
 a; This Fountain fo dear 
 
 He'll freely impart ; 
 Unlock'd by the Spear, 
 
 It guih'd from his Heart, , 
 With Blood, and with Water, , 
 
 The firfl to atone, 
 Te cleanfe us the latter, 
 
 The Fountain's but One. 
 
 3, This Fountain is fuch 
 (As ihouiands can tell) 
 
 5The Moment we touch 
 Si's Streams, we are we!. 
 
 Ali 
 
( 45 ) 
 
 : "Waters befide them 
 Are full ot he Curfe; 
 For ail that have try'd theis 
 Swell, ro f , and grow worfe, 
 
 4. This Fountain, fick Soal, 
 Recovers thee quite ; 
 
 Bathe here, and be whole; 
 
 Wafh here and be white ; 
 Whatever Difeafes 
 
 Or Dangers be 
 The Fountain of Jefus 
 
 Will rid thee of all. 
 
 5. This Fountain from Gui's 
 Not on v nvakes pure, 
 
 And givei, foon as felt p 
 
 Infallible Cure ; 
 Sue if Guilt removed, 
 
 Return and remain, 
 Itt Pow'r may be proves 
 
 Again, and agai n 
 
 5. Tfcis Fountain unfeaVd, 
 
 Stands open for all, 
 That long to be heal'd, 
 
 The Great and the 5 
 
 Here's Strength for the 
 
 at hither are led ; 
 
 Here's Health for the b 
 
 Here's Life fpr the Dead. 
 
 s Four.: ' rich, 
 
 From Charge ?„r ; 
 
 The poorer the Wretch 
 The we-comer h/re ; 
 I 
 
 me and D3:e; 
 l ccme too fihl 
 tc ou are. 
 
 
.( 4« ) 
 
 8, This Fountain in vain 
 
 Has never been tiy'd, 
 It takes out all Stain 
 
 Whenever apply'd; 
 The Water flows fweetly 
 
 With Virtue divine, 
 To cleanfe Souls completely* 
 
 Tho' leprous as mine, 
 
 HYMN XXXVIIL 
 For thin* is the kingdom, tf r« Mat . vi. 1 ji 
 
 1. \7E Souls that arc weak 
 
 X And helplefs, and poo?, 
 Who know not to fptak, 
 
 Much lefs to do more, 
 Lo here's a Foundation 
 
 For Comfort and Peace* 
 In Cbrift is Salvation, 
 
 The kingdom is His* 
 
 2. With Power he rules; 
 And Wonders performs ; 
 
 Giv»s Conduct to Fools, 
 
 And Courage to Worm?, 
 Befet by fore Evils 
 
 Without, and within, 
 By Legions of Devils, 
 
 And Mountains of Sin, 
 
 3, Then be not afraid ; 
 
 All Power is giv'si 
 To Jefus our Head, 
 
 la Earth, and in Hcav'n 
 
 Thro* 
 
( 47 ) 
 
 Thro* him we {hall* conquer 
 
 The mightieft Foes; 
 Our Captain is Stronger 
 
 Than all that oppofe, 
 
 4. Hii Pcw'r from above 
 He*U freely imp art ; 
 
 So free is his Love * 
 
 So tender h-is Heart ! 
 JUdeem'd with his Merit, 
 
 We're wafh'd in his Blood; 
 EcnewM'bv his Spirit, 
 
 WVve Power with Gcd. 
 
 5. Thy G-ace qrs adore, 
 Dire&or divio 
 
 The Kingdom, and Pcw'r, 
 -And Glory; are thine. 
 
 Preferve u^ ir m running 
 On Rocks or on Shelves ; 
 
 Ff m F jes ftrong and cuoning ; 
 And inoft from ourfeives. 
 
 5. Reign o'er us as II -ng; 
 
 Accomplifh thy Will; 
 And jaofc'rfuiiy bring 
 
 Us forth from all 111 ; 
 Till falling before thee 
 
 We laud thy Jov'd Namr, 
 Afcribing the Glory 
 
 To God and the Lamb. 
 
 DOXO 
 
( 48 ) 
 
 BOXOLOOl 
 
 GIVE Glory to God t 
 Yt Children of Me* • 
 And publiflji abroad, 
 Again and again r 
 Thtr bon's glorious Merit, 
 The Father's free Grace, 
 The Gifts of the Spirit, 
 To Mam's loft Race. 
 
 HYMN XXXFX. 
 
 Chrifi m fare Guide. 
 
 2. £~** UIDE me, oh thou great J«he* <ik, 
 
 VJ Pilgrim through this barren Land, 
 I am w eak, bux thou art mighty, 
 
 Hold me with thy pow'nui Hand \ 
 Bread of Heaven, Bread of Heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 2. Open nc£/ the crvftat Fountain 
 Whence the healing Streams do fl;w* 
 
 Let the fi'ry cloudy PilUr 
 
 Lead me ail my Journey througk ; 
 Stiong D^iiv'rer, strung DJiv'frr, 
 Be thcu ftiii my Strength anO Shield. 
 
 3. When I tread the Verge^f Jord*n 9 
 Bid my anxkus Ftar iufcfke - 3 
 
 Drath ^t Dea fe , a»d Htii'tDeuiuftiOD* 
 
 Laud inz i'sDc oti Canaan's Sice. 
 Songs 01 Praiies, Songs ^i Piaiies* 
 1 will ev«r yve to 'i bit. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 49 ) 
 
 HYMN XL, 
 
 1. T\/TOorning, and drooping, here I lie 
 1VA Upon this earthly Clod, 
 
 While heav'nly Things invite my Eye, 
 And bring me to my God. 
 
 2. Tranfported with a glorious View 
 Of God's eternal Love, 
 
 -Unto this World I bid adieu, 
 And long to be above. 
 
 3. There all the Saints in Harmony 
 Do ftand forevermore, 
 
 And to a vafl Eternity 
 Their glorious Lord adore. 
 
 4. Hat It ! Hark 1 Methinks I hear the Sound \ 
 Methinks the Angels /ing; 
 
 The glorious Melody goes round, 
 Wi.ich makes the Hesv'ns to ring . 
 
 5. The Saints above do fing a Song 
 (In a melodious Strain) 
 
 Which doih to God alone belong, 
 An4 to the Lamd once (lain. 
 
 6. Wonder, and Love, and Joy, and Pra. 
 
 eir happy Souls, 
 While the vaft Flood of ibv'reign Grace 
 Through \ Region rpll 
 
 1- '> i in white Arra\ 
 
 -e • 
 
 l hrough the bright Realms of tnilth Day. 
 nor one Mourner there, 
 
 8, Br 
 
( : (> ) 
 
 g Bat oh, the Glory of the Place, 
 
 No mortal Tongue can tell.. 
 Vfbere they behold rheir Saviour » Fa.e, 
 
 And in his Prefence dwelt 
 
 o Oh, how they each perform their Part,, 
 y Thro' all the happy Tram. 
 This glorious Song infpires their Hea.ts, 
 Worthy the Lamb, once (lain. 
 
 I0 . Amen, they cry, amen, amen, 
 
 Thy Ways ch God are true; 
 31effii, and Glory, W^om, and 
 
 Thankfgivingisthy Due. 
 
 ,.. Honor, and Pew'r, and endlefs Might, 
 
 " B egiv'ntothee, oh Lord ! 
 In thi! tweet Song they allumte, 
 
 And fing with one Accord. 
 I2 . Oh, how the bending Seraphs joia 
 
 -T^ rraife the God above'. . 
 
 Ts pratte *** ■ ■ Nctes divine, 
 While all the Saints, m rw 
 
 Do fing redeeming ^ove. 
 
 „ worthi, oh Lord, worthy art thorn 
 
 j T p wear the glorious Crown; 
 So aU-The Sainton Glor^ bow, 
 
 And call theirDi'dems down. 
 
 I4 . The S=n S ^TllfslV ^' 
 Ct vaft Sternity. 
 
 Tfe e , above wilLnave f 
 
( 5* > 
 
 i6. If all the D'Ods in Oceans v/ide' 
 
 Were to be numbered o'er, 
 And then by Millions multiply^ 
 
 And twice as many mere ; 
 
 17. And then as many Years (hculd pafs 
 As Water Drops 
 
 Or Grains of Sand, or Spires of Graf?, 
 Upon this eartu:y Bail. 
 
 18. Then add as many Millions more 
 As Stars that fill the Sky ; 
 
 Then all that number doubled o'er 
 Can't xaete Eternity. 
 
 19. Eternity will ftill remain; 
 'Tvviii be Eternity. 
 
 The Song to God thQ Three in One 
 Will laft eternally; 
 
 so. Who can defcribe the Blefiednefs 
 
 Of Pleasures ever new ? 
 I long the Glory to peflefs, 
 
 And bid all Sin adieu. 
 
 2-1. Farewell my Friends, I long to go; 
 
 Adieu Death, Sorrow, Pain, 
 Adieu to Fears, adieu to Woe ; 
 
 And Welcome cndleis Gain. 
 
 22. Oh, how my Souf doth long to qrtit 
 This Earth, and foar away ! 
 
 Oh Jefus, if it is mod fit, 
 Lee not thy Chariot ftay. 
 
 23. Come take my longing Spirit up, 
 To dwell wi»h tbee above; 
 
 I long with Tnee, my Lord, to fup, 
 Oil everiifting Love. 
 
 E 2 24. The 
 
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 24. The Time feems long till Thou deft bring. 
 
 My Soul unto that Place, 
 Where I thy Praife (hall ever Ting, 
 
 And reft in thine Embrace. 
 
 HYMN XLI. 
 
 3. T"\EAR Saviour here I panting lie, 
 1 7 And long to fee thy Face; 
 Oh, Lcrd I pray> do not deny 
 The Vifits of thy Grace. 
 
 2. How long mall that bright Hour delay 1 
 When will my Lord appear r 
 
 I long to fee the happy Day 
 When Je/us will draw near. 
 
 3. Oh, how I ftretch to take my Flight I 
 My Soul is on the Wing; 
 
 I long to fee my Heart's DeWght ; 
 And be with Chrtft my Ki ng. 
 
 4. Dear Saviour come, fweet Jefuszome, 
 J long to hear thy Voice ; 
 
 Je/us ride on, thy Powsr afFume, 
 And make thy Saints rejoice. 
 
 5. I long to hear the Trumpet founds 
 And fee the Saints arife, 
 
 I long to fee my Saviour crowa'd, 
 And bow his Enemies. 
 
 6. Moft gloriots King I love thy Name, 
 I long for to adore, 
 
 1 long to found thy glorious Fame 
 Upon the blifsful Shore. 
 
 I can'c 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 y. 1 can't ray Heart's Deares *x?:cC; ; 
 Jejus thou art my all : 
 
 My Soul deures* no Kapplnefs 
 Bu: at thy Feet to fall. 
 
 8. Oh let my Soul abforbei b2, 
 While Gl ioth mefurround, 
 
 As a fan all Drop in the vail Sea 
 h loft, and can'c be found, 
 
 9. I lo»g thy coming to behold; 
 Then (hall thy Saints adore. 
 
 My ardent Longings can'c be told ; 
 So I can fay no more. 
 
 HYMN XLII. 
 
 1. \I/ H E N Chrijl mall rend from End to End 
 IT Tn« Regions of the Air, 
 fpltl t e Skies in twain iikev^ 
 Then Lc'il himfelf appear. 
 
 2. Then he'll appear a drawing near 
 With Armies broad and long • 
 
 In Rank and File, ten thoufaild Mile, 
 Then we (ball fee the Throng. 
 
 3. Then he will tell the Arch Angel, 
 To blow the Trumptt loud, 
 
 That all may hear, both far and neaj ; 
 Oh, then you'll fee the C 
 
 4. Then be will 
 
 T iie Beggar, Prince, irrd Drudge ; 
 The high : p 3 
 
 Tocvme before 
 
 E 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 5. The Sheep fh all (land at Chrift* right Hand, 
 Bat Goats at his lefc Side ; 
 
 All fhall appear, from far and near, 
 To have their Caufes try'd. 
 
 6. Then he will fay, Depart away, . 
 Ye Goats go down to dwslf 
 
 With the Devil and his Angela, 
 In a prepared Hell. 
 
 7. But to the reft, " Come up ye bleft, 
 (The Sayiour he will fay) 
 
 " Come dwell above, and reft in Love* 
 u To one eternal Day. 
 
 8. " When you've been there ten thoufand Year 
 < f Bright fhinif.g like the Sun, 
 
 " You've no lefs Days to ling God's Praife 
 " Than when you Hrfb begun. 
 
 9. " Thofe Robes you wear, £o bright, and fair* 
 " Which dazzle like the Sun, 
 
 " I've kept above, wrapt up in Love ; 
 «' Atfgels ne'er had them on. 
 
 10. " Bat know my Bride, had I not dy'd, 
 < ; You mull have naked gone ; 
 
 « They're made for you, 1 know they'll do, 
 «' For I have try'd them on. 
 
 11." Now who arc they that daje to fay,. 
 ** I've bcexi too kiftd co thefe ? 
 
 " A Right I have to damn or fave, 
 » Or do juft what I picafc." 
 
 1 2. Jejut 
 
" ( 55 ) 
 
 12. Je/us I third, and go I mult, 
 I long 10 be above ; 
 
 I long to fing, and praife my King, 
 Where Oceans flow with Love. 
 
 H Y M N XLIII. 
 
 i. ^T I ON rejoice, life up your Voice ; 
 
 ^f j Your Saviour will appear; 
 Tne Lamb, once {lain, will come to reiocx 
 With yeu, a thoufand Years. 
 
 2. Satan he'll bind, as you will find, 
 
 And Jefus will be King; 
 The Saints he'il rnife to fiag his Praife, 
 
 And Death fhall lofc his Sting. 
 
 5. He's blefl indeed, that (ball be freed 
 From Sin, Hell, and the Grave; 
 
 Over that Man Dra:h never Can 
 The lead Dominion have. 
 
 H Y M N XLIV. 
 A dying Saint's Fareivel . 
 
 i. IP^E A R Friends farewel, I go to dwtil 
 jLJt VVuh Jefus Cbr':j}, on hig>i ; 
 
 There for to fing Praife to my King 
 To all Eternity. 
 
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i 56 ) 
 
 2. While I've been here you have been d 
 I've ahvays ijund you kind ; 
 
 Bat no* thro' Grace, I quit thisPlac~ : 
 And leave you all behind* 
 
 3. Weep not for me, for here you fee 
 My Trials h-ve been -gre-at ; 
 
 But row ('ris true) I bid adieu, 
 And change my moursful State. 
 
 4. "Twill not be long before the Throng 
 Will all together be ; 
 
 And yoa thai know tne Lord, below, 
 Shall then yonj Saviour fee. 
 
 5. There we (hall join in Songs divine, 
 God's holy Name fhall praiie ; 
 
 And view Clyrifi?* Smiies, forget the To 
 Of the it few evil Days. 
 
 6. There « I Sand at his right Hand, 
 
 And in /ArPrefence dwell; 
 And bin id : e, forevermore, 
 So Brethren, new fare we U 
 
 H Y M N XLV. 
 A F utter il Hymn J or a Believer. 
 
 z. A H! lcv«{y Appearance rf Death, 
 jiJL NO Sight upoc Earth is i> 
 
 Not a 1 ' the vc\ Pag* inti tb : b 
 Car* with a dead £odj c m 
 
 
( SI ) 
 
 z. With folemn Delight I furvey 
 The Corps, when the Spirit is fletf, 
 
 In Love with the beautiful Clay, 
 And longing to lie in his (lead. 
 
 3. How bit ft is our Brother, bereft 
 Of all that could burden his Minc^ 
 
 Howeafy the Soul, that hath \zft 
 This wearifome Body behind 1 
 
 4. Of Evil incapable tjbou, 
 Whofe Relicts with Envy I fee r 
 
 No longer in Mifery now, 
 No longer a Sinner like me. 
 
 5. This Earth is affected no more 
 With Sieknefs, or (haken with Pain ; 
 
 The War in iht Members is o'er, 
 And never fhali vex him again. 
 
 6. No Anger henceforward, or Shame, 
 Shall redden this innocent Clay : 
 
 Extinct is the animal Flame, 
 And Paflioa is vanifh'd away. 
 
 7. This languifhing Head i« at reft, 
 Its Thinking and Aching are o'er ; 
 
 This quiet immoveable Breafr. 
 Isheav'd by Affliction no more. 
 
 8. This Heart is no longer the Seat 
 Of Trouble and torturing Pain 1 
 
 It ceafes to flutter and bear, 
 it never (hall flutter again. 
 
 9. The Lid; be fo feldom could clofe, 
 By Sorrow forbidden to ileep, 
 
 Seai'd op in eternal Rcp r f<*, 
 
 Have ftrangely forgotten to weep. 
 
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C 58 ) 
 
 3«. The Fountains can yield no Supplies; 
 
 Thefe Holiows from Waters are free \ 
 The Tears are all wip'd from theie Eyts> 
 
 And Evil they never (hall fee. 
 
 xi. To mourn and to fuffer is mine, 
 While bound in a Prifon 1 breathe ; 
 
 And flil I for Deliverance pine, 
 And prefs to the lfiues of Death* 
 
 12. What now with my Tears I bedew*. 
 
 O might I this moment become,- 
 My Spirit created anew, 
 
 My Flefh be confign'd to the Tomb I 
 
 HYMN XLVI. 
 
 Chrift the Believer's Refuge and Po riioK* 
 
 x . TESU, Lover of my Soul, 
 J Let me to thy Bofom fly, 
 While the nearer Waters roll, 
 
 While the Tempeft dill is high y 
 Hide me, oh, my Sav'cur, hide, 
 
 Till the Storm of Life is puii : 
 Safe into the Haven guide, 
 
 Oh, receive my Soul at lafh 
 
 2. Other Refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helplefs Soul on thee, 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still fupport and comfort me; 
 All my Trull on thee is ftay'd, 
 
 All my Help from thee 1 bring, 
 Cover my defencelefs Head 
 
 With the Shadow of th? Wing. 
 
 3; Thou 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 3. Thou, oh Chrifty art all I wan-% 
 
 More than all in thee I and ; 
 Raife the Fallen, chear the Faint, 
 
 Ileal che Sick, aad lead the Blind, 
 Jof> and holy is thy Name, 
 
 1 am all Unrighteoufnefs 1 
 Vi'e and full of Sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of Truth and Grace. 
 
 4. Plenteous Gace with thee is found, 
 G race to pardon all my Sin ; 
 
 Let the healing Streams abound, 
 Make, and keep tne pure within ; 
 
 Thou of Life the Fountain art, 
 Freely let me take of thee, 
 
 Spring thou up within my He 
 ifc to ail Eternity. 
 
 H Y M N XLVH. 
 
 Dffiring to fraif: ~xor:hi'j. 
 
 COME thou Fount cfcv'ry BleiTing! 
 Tune my Heart to fing thy Grace ! 
 Streams of Mercy never cesfir.g, 
 
 Call for Songs of loudeft P.-aife ; 
 Teach me fame melodious Sonnet, 
 
 mg by flaming Tongue* above; 
 Praife the Mount — I'm fixt upon if, 
 Mount of God's unchanging Love! 
 
 1 Here I raife min* Eher.exer, 
 
 lith'er by thy Help L'm come ; 
 
 And 1 hope by thy good Pleafu?e, 
 
 Safely \ 
 
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i 60 ) 
 
 .Jcfzs fought me, when a Stranger, 
 Wand'ring from th<; Fo d ot Gc*/, 
 
 He to refcoe me frmin Danger, 
 Interposed his precious Blood. 
 
 3. Oh, to Grace, how great a Debtor, 
 Daily I'm conihain'd to be ! 
 
 Let that Grace, Lord, like a Fetter, 
 Bind my wand'ring Soul to thee! 
 
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 
 Prone to leave the God 1 love 
 
 Here's my Heart — Oh take and teal it! 
 Seal it for thy Courts above ! 
 
 4. Oh that Day when freed from finning ! 
 I mall fee thy lovely Face ! 
 
 Clothed in chy Blood- wafh'd Linnen 
 How I'll fivg thy fov'reign Grace ! 
 
 Ccmc, dear Lord, no longer tarry, 
 Take my raptur'd Soul away ; 
 
 Send thine Angels down to carry 
 Me to Realms of endiefs Day. 
 
 5. If then ever didfc difcovcr 
 
 To my Faith the piemis'd Land, 
 -Bid me now the Stream pefs over, 
 
 On the heav'nly Border (land ; 
 Now furmount whate'er oppofc?, 
 
 And to thine Embrace I'll fly ; 
 Speak the Word thou fpake to Mo/es; 
 
 I3id me, " Get rae up, and die." 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 6i ) 
 
 HYMN XLVIII. 
 fie Gnat Suffer. Luke xiv. 16, 24. 
 
 COME, doners, to the gofpel feaft ; 
 Let ev'ry foul be J E S LPs guefl 3 
 You need not one be left behind, 
 For GOD hath bidden ail mankind, 
 
 2. Sent by my LORD, on you I call ; 
 The invitation is to all, 
 
 Come, all the world; come, (inner, thou, 
 All things in Chrift are ready now, 
 
 3. JESUS to you his fnlnefs brings> 
 A feaft of marrow and fat things. 
 
 All, all, in C HR IS T is freely giv'fl, 
 Pardon, and holicefs, and heav'n. 
 
 4. Do not begin to make excufe, 
 Ab, do not you bis grace refufe ; 
 Your worldly cares and pleafures leave, 
 And take what JESUS hath to give* 
 
 5. Your grounds forfake, your oxen quit, 
 Your ev'ty earthly thought forget ; 
 
 Seek not the comforts of this life, 
 Nor fell your Saviour for a wife. 
 
 6. " Have meexcus'd," why will ye fay I 
 Why will ye for damnation pray ? 
 
 Have ycu excus'd— from joy and peace ! 
 Have you excus'd— — from hap pinefs ! 
 
 7. Excus'd frcm coming to a feaft ! 
 Excus'd from being JESU's gueft I] 
 Fiom knowing now your fins forgiv'n, 
 From %afting bert the joys of heav'n ! 
 
 F S. Ex 
 
( 6z ) 
 
 8. Excus'd, alas ! why would ycu be 
 From health, arid life, and liberty, 
 From ent'ring into glorious reft, 
 From leaning on your Saviour's bread! 
 
 9. Ye: mull I, Lord, to thee complain. 
 The world ha;h made thy gofpel vain ; 
 Too bufy or too happy they ; 
 
 They will not, LORD, thy calls obey. 
 
 10 . Co then, my angry matter faid, 
 Since thefe on all my mercies tread, 
 Invite the rich and great no more, 
 But preach my gofpel to the poor. 
 
 11. Confer not thou with flelh and blood, 
 Go quickly forth, invire the crowd ; 
 Search ev'jy lane and ev'ry ftreet, 
 
 And bring in all the fouls you meet. 
 
 12. Come then, ye fouls by fin op^refr, 
 Yereftlefs wand'/ers after red, 
 
 Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind. 
 In CHRIST an hearty welcome find. 
 
 13. Sinners my gracious LORD receives, 
 Harlots, and publicans, and thieves ; 
 Drunkards and all ye hellifli crew, 
 
 I have a meflage now to you : 
 
 14. Come, and partake the gofpel feaft, 
 Befav'd from fin, in J ESUS red : 
 
 ude the goodnefs of oar GOD, 
 And eat his fblh, and drink his biood. 
 
 15. 'Tis done"; my all redeeming LORD,; 
 
 1 have gone forth, and prcach'd thy word, 
 
 Ti* 
 
( 63 ) 
 
 the finners to thy feaft are come, 
 And yef, Oh Saviour, there is tojei. 
 
 16. Go then, my LORD again enjoin'd, 
 And other wandYing Unners iind ; 
 
 Go to the hedges and hi^h way?, 
 And pubiifh all my pard'ning grace. 
 
 17. The word unto my {upper prefs, 
 Monflers 0/ daring wickrdnefs ; 
 
 Tell them my grace for ail is fiee, 
 They cannot be too bad for me. 
 
 18. Tell them their fins may be forgiv'fl. 
 Tell cv'ry creature under Heav'*; , 
 
 I dy'd to fave them frcm all fin ; 
 Compel the vagrants to ccme in. 
 
 19. Ye vagrant fouls to you I call, 
 (Oh that my voice could reach you all) 
 Ye may be freely juftify'd, 
 
 Ye all may live, for CHRIST hath dy'd, 
 
 20. My mefiage as from GOD receive, 
 Ye all may come to C H R I S T, and live ; 
 Oh let hit love your hearts conftrain, 
 
 Nor fufTer him to call in vain. 
 
 21. His love is mighty to compel, 
 Hit conqu'ring love confent to feel ; i 
 Yield to his love's fubduing pow'r, 
 And fight againft your GODao more, 
 
 22. See him fet forth before your evf| 
 TrKold the bleeding facrifice ! 
 
 E * Make 
 
( 6 4 J 
 
 Make hafte bis mercy to embrace, 
 And freely now be fav'd by grace. 
 
 23. Ye who believe his record ■ true, 
 Shall fup wiih him, and he v.ith you ; 
 Come to the feaft; be fav'd from fin, 
 For JESUS waits to take you in. 
 
 24. This is the time, no more delay, 
 This is the glorious gofpel day; 
 
 Come in this moment at his call, 
 
 And live for him, who dy'd for ALL. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. 
 
 t . f\UL for a clofer walk with GOD, 
 
 \^/ A calm and heavenly frame; 
 A light to fhine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb 1 
 
 2. Where is the bleflcdnefs I knew, 
 When firft I Caw the L O R D ? 
 
 Where i3 the foul refrefliing view 
 Of JESUS and his word ? 
 
 3. What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd, 
 How fweet their mem'ry flill ! 
 
 But they have left an aching void, 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4. Return, O Holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet MefTenger of Reft ! 
 
 I hate the fins which made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my brcaft. 5. The 
 
( 6 5 ) 
 
 5. The deareft Idol I have known, 
 Whatc'er that Idol be ; 
 
 Help me to bear it from thy throne, 
 And worflrip only thee. 
 
 6. So (hall my walk t* clofe with GOD, 
 Calm and ferenc my frame ; 
 
 So purer light mail mark the road, 
 That leads me to the lamb. 
 
 .[HYMN L: 
 
 Grand Dieu tesjugemens, t5V. 
 
 T . ^TT^HY judgements, great GOD, are equal and 
 JL i"rt> 
 
 Propitious thou art to mortals below; 
 
 But for my tranfgreffions and treafons I malt 
 Be doomed to letter in mis'ry and woe. 
 
 2. Yes, Oh my dear GOD, my fias are fo high, 
 So JoudJy for wrath and punifhment call, 
 
 Thine int'rett oppofes my felicity, 
 And even thy mercy expefts I mould fall. 
 
 3. Content thy defire, if glorious to thee; 
 Be angry with tears that flow from my eyet ; 
 
 Offend not thy juilice in pardoning me, 
 No, rather let vengeance ths guilty iurprize. 
 
 4. For though I fhould die, the caufe I'll adore, 
 My fins they ccferve the threatening ftr okc ; 
 
 I'm jurtiy expecling thy thunder to roar, 
 And punifh a reoel who did thee provoke, 
 
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( 66 ) 
 
 g. But ob, with a turn furprizing I cry, 
 -LORD, where fhall thy wrath and thunder now fall ? 
 
 For J ESUS my Saviour did fuffer and die, 
 His blood covers over, and fhieldsmefrom all. 
 
 HYMN LL 
 
 1. Tl ft Y Jefut he is A L L to me, 
 jLVJL Whate'er my foul can crave* 
 
 A fountain free is Chrift to me, 
 That I no want can have. 
 
 2. My Jefus he is (Irength to me 
 When I do fainting lie; 
 
 He's health in fickneff, life in death. 
 In war htYvittory. 
 
 3. In famine he is food tome, 
 In third he's royal wine ; 
 
 No want can be attending me, 
 Since Jsfus he is mine. 
 
 4. My Jefus he is light to mc 
 When I in darknefs go ; 
 
 Such fulnefs in my Jefus is 
 
 Tnat I no want can know. 
 
 5. My Jefus he is liberty, 
 When bondage doth opprefs.-.; 
 
 Though I in fin have reeking been; 
 My Ch ' i is righteoufnefs, 
 
 6. When farrows compafs me abouj * 
 My Chrift is peace and joy; 
 
 When wra.h and fin do rage wishin, 
 .My Chrift is viftcr/e 
 
 , Wfcei 
 
( (n ) 
 
 7. When Satan throws his flaming darts 
 
 My Chrift a hold is ilrong; 
 A refuge he is then to me, 
 
 And he fhall be my fong. 
 
 HYMN Lir. 
 
 •I. f*% Tell me no more 
 
 \^/ Of this world's vain ftore ; 
 The time for fuch tiifles with me now is o'er. 
 
 ,2. A country I've found 
 Where true joys abound ; 
 To dwell I'm detcrmin'd on that happy ground* 
 
 3. The fouls that believe 
 In Paradife live ; 
 
 And me in that number will Jefus receive. 
 
 4. My foul don't delay, 
 He cails thee away ; 
 
 Rife, follow thy Saviour, and blefs the glad day ! 
 
 5. No mortal doth know 
 What he can beftow, 
 
 What light, ibength, and comfort; go after bid, g^?. 
 
 6. Lo onward I mcve, 
 And (buc Chritt above) 
 
 None gueiTcs how wond'rous my journey will prove* 
 
 7. Great fpoils I fha'l win 
 •From death, hell and fin ; 
 
 'Midft outward afflictions fhail feel Chrift within. 
 
( 6* ) 
 
 8. Perhaps for his name, 
 (Poor daft as I am) 
 
 Some works I (hall finilh with glad loving aim. 
 
 9. I (till (which is belt) 
 Shall in his dear bread, 
 
 (As at the beginning) rind pardon and red. 
 
 10. And when I'm to die, 
 c< Receive me," 171 cry, 
 
 For jefus has lov'd me, I cannot fay why. 
 
 • 
 
 11. But this I do find, 
 We two are fo join'd, 
 
 He'll not live in glory and leave me behind. 
 
 12. Lo this is the race 
 I'm runamg through grace, 
 
 Henceforth 'till admiaed to fee my Lord's face. 
 
 13. And now I'm in care, 
 My neighbours may (hare ; 
 
 Thefe bieffings to Uek them, will none of you dare : 
 
 14. In bondage, oh why, 
 And death will you lie, 
 
 When one here affuies you free grace is fo nigh ? 
 
 HYMN LIU. 
 
 I. IT X 7* HEN Hfing from the bed of death, 
 
 VV O'erpreil with guilt and fear, 
 1 meet my maker race to face, 
 Oh, how fhall I appear ? 
 
 !. If 
 
( 69 ) 
 
 U. If yet while pardon may be found, 
 
 And aercy may be fought, 
 My heart with inward horror fhrinks, 
 
 And trembles at the thought! 
 
 3. When thou, O Lord, fhail itand difclos'd 
 
 In majefly {&vctc 9 
 Knd fit in judgment on my foul, 
 Oh, how (hall I appear ! 
 
 j.. Rut thou hail told the troubled mind, 
 
 That doth her fins lament, 
 The timely tribute of her tears 
 
 Shall future wees prevent. 
 
 . Then hear the forrows of my heart, 
 Ere yet it be too late ; 
 And hear my Saviour's dying groans, 
 To give thofe forrows weight. 
 • 
 6. For never fhall my foul defpair 
 Her pardon to fecure, 
 tfho knows thy only fon hai dy'd 
 To feal that pardon fure. 
 
 HYMN LIV. Hemvin iefiralle. 
 
 i # T Long to (hare the happinefs 
 
 X Or that triumphant throng, 
 That fwim in feas. of boundlefs blifs, 
 Eternity along. 
 
 2 When but in drops here by the way 
 
 Free love diltils itfelf, 
 I pour contempt on hills of prey, 
 
 And heaps of worldly pelf. 
 
 To 
 
( 70 ) 
 
 5. To me amidfl: mv i'ttle joy?, 
 
 Thrones, fceptre^, crowns, and king?, 
 
 Are nothing elf but uaie toys, 
 And defpicabie ihings. 
 
 4. D-*>wn whti difdaia earth's pomp I thruft, 
 Bid tempting wealth, Away ; 
 
 Heav'n is not mr,de of yellow duft, 
 Nor blifs of gliu'ring clay. 
 
 5. Sweet was the h^ur I freedom felt 
 To call my JESUS mine, 
 
 To fee his fmiling face, and melt 
 in pleaiures all divine. 
 
 6. Let fools an heav'n of fhades purfue, 
 But I for fubltance am ; 
 
 The heav'n. I feek, is likenefs to 
 And vifion of the Lamb ; 
 
 7. The Worthy Lamb, with glory crowa'd, 
 In his auguft abode, 
 
 Enthroned fublirne, and deck'd around 
 With ail the pomp of God. 
 
 3. I long to join the faints above, 
 
 Who, crown'd with glorious bays, 
 Through radiant files of angels move. 
 
 And rival them in praife : 
 
 9. In praife to J AH the GOD of love, 
 The fair INCARNATE SON, 
 
 The holy CO-ETERNAL DOVE, 
 The good, the great, THREE ONE. 
 
 10. In hope to fing without a fob, 
 The anihem ever new, 
 
 I ghdly bid thisdufty globe, 
 
 .And vain delights, Adieu. HYMN 
 
( 7* ) 
 
 HYMN LV. 
 
 At the parting of Chrlfiian friexds, 
 
 It YJ LEST be the dear uniting !ove, 
 
 Jj That will no« lei us p^r:; 
 Our bodies may far cfF remove, 
 
 We flill ae join'd in heat. 
 
 2. JoinM in one fpni: to oar he:*d, 
 Wnwe he appoints we go, 
 
 And ftill in J ESLTs foo:(leos trfad, 
 And do his work belo»v. 
 
 3. O let us ever wa'k in him, 
 And nothing know be fid e* 
 
 Nothing defire, nothing tfteejr, 
 But Jefus crucify'd. 
 
 4. Clofer and clofer let us clea/tc 
 To his belov'd em:»!a;c ; 
 
 Expect tis fulnefs to rect 
 And grace to anf*er grace. 
 
 5. White thus we m*\k with CHRIST in !:ght ? 
 What mail cur fouls di 
 
 Souls which himfcU i is l' utiite 
 
 It fellowi] jp divine. 
 
 6. We all are one who him receive, 
 And each with e<tch agree; 
 
 In him the one, tk^ truth, we live, 
 Bled poim of unify. 
 
 •7. Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 
 
 The fame in mind and heart, 
 Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 
 
 Nor life, nor death, can part. 8. But 
 
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 5. But let ushafien to the day, 
 Which fnall our fiefli refiore, 
 
 When dt-uh (ha)l all be done away, 
 And bodies part cu more. 
 
 HYMN LVI. 
 
 i. T^| ID our IM MANUEL die for us, 
 
 A 3 To favc fuch poor rebellious men ? 
 Did he difplay his pity thus, 
 
 That we might come to G O D again ? 
 
 2. All human language wanti a name, 
 For this unfathom'd wond'rous lore: 
 
 This pure immortal fervent flame, 
 Sprang only from the GOD above. 
 
 3. What can we add ? Our fpeech is faint ; 
 We fink beneath the ponderous load : 
 
 This love no eloquence can paint ; 
 'Tis grand! \h worthy of a GOD r 
 
 4. O'erwhelm'd with this abyfs of lov^ 
 We Hand aftcnifh'd at the grace, 
 
 That brought the Saviour frcm above. 
 To die for all the fallen race ! 
 
 5. DidourlMMANUEL die for us? 
 What more can be by founds expreft? 
 
 Forfinners CHRIST was made a curfc; 
 . Eternity mud tell the reft. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN LVIL 
 The W^rk and Contention ^/HEAVEN. 
 
 T N heav'nly Choirs a Queftion rofe, 
 X Thar ttirr'd up Strife will never clofe, 
 What Rank of all the ranfom'd Race 
 Owes higheft Praiie to ftVieign Giace? 
 
 2. Babes thither caught from Womb and Breaft, 
 C'aim'd Right to fiug above u»e Reft ; 
 
 Becaufe hey Kund tne happy Shore, 
 1 hey never law nor foughw before. 
 
 3. Thofe that aniv'd at riper Agf 9 
 Before t-ey le^t the du&v Stage, 
 Tnoughi Grace deferv'u ya higher Praife 
 r I nat waiii'd ihe Blots of nurn'rous Days . 
 
 4. Anon, the War more clofe begsn, 
 W na p«-aiiiiig Hd p (ho aid lead the Van ? 
 At a which O: G ac > beav'nly Peers 
 
 W a- dtepeA /ur> in he* Arrears? 
 
 c " 'Tis I (faid o? e) 'bove all my Race> 
 €t A'i Debtor cnieJ to glorious Gace. 
 u Nav ther) ha k I trow, 
 
 '• I'm u.^.v otii^'u 10 Grace than you. 
 
 6. " Srav, (f.id a thirH) [ deepeft (hare 
 <( |u ou ng Praife beyonc c opart ; 
 
 tf In- chief of Sinners yu'il i!i< 
 " Mat ^c the chief ot Singers now. 
 
 7. c Hold, iTtid a fourth) I here protef. 
 " M, Praifes muft outvie the belt; 
 
 " F^r Vtp. f ill tr\e humane R ce 
 €i The hj 6 acii Mnacie of Grace. 
 
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 8. " Stop, (faid a fifth) thefe Notes forbear, 
 " Lo, I'm the greated Wonder here; 
 " For i of all the Race that fell 
 « Deferv'd the lowed Place in Hell. 
 
 g. A Soul that higher yet a^pir'd 
 Wi.h eqnal Love to Jeios fir*d, 
 *' 'Tis mmc to flog the higheft Notes 
 " To Love, that wafh'd the fouleft Blots. 
 
 Ct 
 
 io, l Ho, (cry'd a Mate) 'tis mine 1*1.1 prove^ 
 
 ^'n- ft n*d ii Spite of Light and Love, 
 u ro found his Praife wi'n ioudett Bell, 
 " Ina; iw'd me from the iowcil Hell. 
 
 it. C me, com (<aid ore) I'll hold the Pie*; 
 * : Tnai hig • e it Pra ie is due by n ; 
 64 F in i e of all the favfd'by Grace, 
 " Was the m A\ dreadful, defp'rate Cafe. 
 
 12. Another rifing at his ?ide, 
 As ijiid to p^iff, ar.d hee of P i^e, 
 Q:y*d, " P a give Pace, for 1 defy 
 
 «* That you ftiould owe moie Praife than 1 ^ 
 
 13. " I'll yield to ror.e in this Debate, 
 " l : m run fo rise pin Grece's Debt ; 
 
 •* That lure 1 am, i boldly can 
 
 €t Compare with aii the heav'tily Clan. 
 
 14. Quick o'er their Heads a Trump 3 woke, 
 ct Y001 Song- mv vet) Heart have fpeke ; 
 
 cs But ev'ry Note you here -prvpale, 
 4< Belongs to me beyond you a*L 
 
 15. Trie lifVning Milliocs rourd about, 
 Wun fweet Re entrnent loud'y fhout : 
 
 " Wiiat Voice is this comparing N<nes-, 
 ^ Thaw to thsir Song chUf Pi*c* aLots ? 
 
 t6. " \Y* 
 
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 " We can't allow offuch a Sound, 
 That you alone have higheft Ground 
 " To Ting the Royalties of Grace, 
 " We claim the fame adoring Place, 
 
 17. What! Will no rival Singer yield, 
 He has a Match upon the Field ? 
 
 Come then, and let us all agree 
 To praile tipon the higheii Key. 
 
 18. Then jointly all the Harpers round 
 Jn Mind unite, with folemn Sound ; 
 Acd Strokes upon the higheft String, 
 Made all the heavily Aiches ring. 
 
 19. Ring loud, with Hallelujahs high, 
 To nim that fent his Son to die ; 
 
 And to the woahy Lamb of God, 
 That lav' 'd and ivajh 'd them in bis Mlcod. 
 
 29. Free Grace was fov'reign Emprefs crown'd 
 In Pomp, with joyful Shouts around : 
 Affifting Angels clapt their Wings, 
 And founded u Grace" on all their Strings, 
 
 21. The Emulation round the Throne 
 Made prollrate Hoih (who ev'ry one 
 The humbleil Place their Right avow) 
 Strive who Jhould give the lovueft Jh<w. 
 
 22 The next Contention without Vice 
 Among the Bird* of Paradife, 
 
 Made ev'ry glorious warbling Throat 
 Strive ivhojhcutd raift the highefi Nile. 
 
 23 Thus in fwcet, ho!y, humble Strife, 
 Along their endleG joyful Life, 
 
 Of Jeius all the Ha/pers rove, 
 And fing the Wonders of his Love. 
 
 24 Thtir 
 
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 ^4 Their Dlfcord mak*s them all units 
 In Raptures mod divinely fweet; 
 So great the Song, fo grave the Bafs, 
 Melodious Mufick fills the Place. 
 
 HYMN LVlII.j 
 
 Holy FORTITUD E. 
 
 h A M I a Soldier of the Crofs > 
 jCIl A Follower of the Lamb ? 
 And fliall I fear to own his Cauiwi 
 Or blufh to (peak his Name ? 
 
 i. Mud I be carry'd to the Skies, 
 On fl-w'ry %zdi ol Eafe ? 
 
 While others fought to win the Prize, 
 Ana fail'd through bloody Seas ? 
 
 3. Are there no Foes for me to face * 
 Muft 1 not ftem the Flood ? 
 
 [s this vile World a Friend to Grace, 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4. Sure I muft fight if I would reign ; 
 [»c reafe my Courage Lord : 
 
 I'll bear the Toil, endure the Pain, 
 Supported by thy Word. 
 
 5. Thy Saints in all this glorious War, 
 Shall conquer though they die ; 
 
 They lee the Tnurrph from afar, 
 And ieize it with taeir Eye. 
 
 6. When that Uluftrious Day. (hall rife, 
 And all thine Armies fhine, 
 
 lr\ Robes of Vid'rv through the Skies, 
 The Glory fhali be thine. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN L!X, 
 
 & T> LESS ED be God for alJ, 
 X3 For all Things here below; 
 For Pain, and Eafe, and Joy, and Thrall, 
 To my Advantage grow, 
 
 2. BIefl>d be God, for Shame, 
 For Slander, ana Difgrace; 
 
 Welcome Reproach for Jefu's.Natne, 
 Like Flint, Lord fet my Face. 
 
 3. Blefled be God, for Lofs,_ 
 For Lefs of earthly Things; 
 
 For ev'rv Scourge, and every Crofs, 
 Me nearer Jtjus brings, 
 
 4. Blefled be God, for Want: 
 For Raiment, Heaith, and Foed ; 
 
 I live by Faith ; I fcorn to faint; 
 For all Things work for Good. 
 
 5. BlelTed be God, for Pain, 
 Which tears my Fielh like Thorny 
 
 It crucifes my carnal Man, 
 To God my Soul returns. 
 
 6. EleflVd beCcd, for Doubts, 
 Which he hath overcome ; 
 
 My Soul in full Aflurance (bouts, 
 Of being foon at Home. 
 
 7. Blefled be God, fcr Fears 
 Of Sin, an-! D-ath, and Hell ; 
 
 When Cbriji, who is my Life, appears, 
 In Glory I (hall dwell, 
 
 8. B^fl>d he God, for Friends, 
 BkiTo be God, tor Foes, 
 
 B-eflVd bz God, whofe gracious Ends 
 No ftnicv Creature knows. 9, Blefled 
 
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 9* Bleffed be God, for Life, 
 Bleffed be God for Death, 
 
 BieflVd be God, for Joy, or Grief; 
 I welcome all through Faith. 
 
 HYMN LX. 
 
 i. /*"\H, that I had a Bofom Friend, 
 V^/ to tell my Secrets to ! 
 On whofe Advice I might depend, 
 In tv'ry Thing I do. 
 
 2. How do I wander up and down, 
 And no one pities me ; 
 
 I feem a Stranger quite unknown, 
 A Son of Mifery. 
 
 3. Nose lends an Ear to my Complain^ 
 Nor minds my Cries and Tears ; 
 
 None comes to help me, though I faint, 
 Nor my vail Burthen bears. 
 
 4. While others live in Mirth and Ea/e, 
 And feel no Want nor Woe ; 
 
 Through this dark, howling Wildernefs, 
 I full of Sorrow go, 
 
 5. Oh ! faithlefs Soul, to reafon thus , 
 And murmur without End ; 
 
 Did Chrifi expire upon the Croft \ 
 And is not he thy Friend ? 
 
 6. Why doft thou envy carnal Men \ 
 And think their State fo bleft ? 
 
 How great Salvaiion haft thou feen ! 
 And Jejus is thy Reft. 
 
 7. What can this lower World afford^ 
 Compar'd wuh Goipei Giasei 
 
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 79 
 
 Thy Happinefs is in the Lord^ 
 And thou fhalt fee his Face, 
 
 8. Can prefect Griefs be counted gre*? ; 
 Compared wirh future Woes ? 
 
 Will tranfi?nt P.eafur^s feem (o facet, 
 Compar'd with endiefs jcys ? 
 
 9. How Toon will God withdraw the Scenc^ 
 And bam the World he madt ? 
 
 Then Wo to carnai carelefs Men ; 
 My Soul lift up thy Head. 
 
 10. Thy Saviour is thy real Friend, 
 Conitant, and true, and good : 
 
 He will be wich thee to the find, 
 And bring thee iafe to God. 
 
 11. What then my Soul haft thoa to fear? 
 Or why fhould'ft thou repine ? 
 
 Look up, behold Redemption's near ; 
 Rejoice., for Heav'n is thine. 
 
 12. Why O my Scuf, art thou fo fad • 
 When will thy Sighs be o'er ? 
 
 Rejoice in Je.us, and be glad, 
 Rejoice for evermore. 
 
 HYMN LXI. 
 
 2. Q HALL I for Fear of feeble Man, 
 
 O Thy Spirit's Courfe in me reltrain I 
 Or undifmay'd, in Deed and Word 
 Be a true Witncfs to my Lord ? 
 
 2. Aw'd by^mortal's Frown, mall [ 
 Conceal the word of God mctt hi;*h ? 
 
 How then before thee fhall I dare 
 To ftand, or hew thice A n S cr bear ? 
 
 Jt Shall 
 
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 ft.. Shall I, to foothe th' unholy Throng,, 
 Soften thy Truths, and fmoothe my Tongue ? 
 
 To gain Earth's gilded Toys, or flee 
 The Crofs endued, my God, by thee ! 
 
 4. What then is he, whcfe Scorn I dread, 
 Whofe Wrath or Hate makes me afraid ? 
 
 A Man, an Heir of Dea h, a Slave 
 To Sm i a Bubble on the Wave ! 
 
 5. Yea, let Man rag* ! fince thou wilt fpread 
 Thy fhadowing Wings around my Head ; 
 
 5ir.ce in all Pain thy tender Love 
 Will ftill my fweet Kefrelhment prove. 
 
 6. Saviour of Men! thy fearching Eye 
 Dees all my inmoft Thoughts defcry : 
 
 Doth Ought on Earth my Wifhes raife, 
 Or the World's Favour, or its Praife ? 
 
 7. The Love cf Chrift does me corflrain 
 To feek the wand'ring Souls of Men ; 
 
 With Cries, Intreaties, Tears, to fave, 
 To fnatch them- from the gaping Grave. 
 
 8. For this let Mea revile my Name ; 
 No Crofs I fh*n, 1 fear no Shame : 
 
 A'ii hai', Reproach, and welcome Pain *: 
 Only thy Terror!, Lord, restrain. 
 
 9. My Lifr, my Blood I here prefent 9 
 If for thy 1 ruth they may be (pent : 
 
 Fa-fiJ ihy iov'*tign Gounfel, Lore! 
 Thy Will be done, th) Nameador'a! 
 
 10. Give me thy Strength, O God «tf.Pow'r!' 
 Ih^n let Wir;d* blew, or Thunders roar, 
 
 Tnv faithful Wtfnefs will 1 be: 
 *Tu nVsl I can do all through Thee*. 
 
 HYMN 
 
HYMN LXII. 
 
 TT7 HEN gracious Lord, when {hall it be ? 
 
 W That 1 & 211 ^ nd m y a11 »» <^ e ■ 
 The fulnefs of thy Promife prove, 
 The Seal of thine eternal Love ! . 
 
 2. A poor blind Child, I wander here, 
 If haply I may feel thee near ; 
 
 O dark, da/k, dark. I ftill mud fay, 
 Amidft the Biaze of Gofpel Day. 
 
 3. Thee, only thee, I fain would rlnd ; 
 And call the World and Flefh behind ; 
 
 Thou, only thou, to me be giv'n, 
 Of all tnou haft in Earth, or Heav'n. 
 
 4. When from the Arm of Flefh fet free. 
 Jefat, my Soul mail fly to thee ; 
 
 Jefus, when I have loft my all, 
 My Soui (hall on thy Bofom fall. 
 
 5. Whom Man forfakes thou wilt not ieave 
 Ready the Oa caft to receive ; 
 
 Though all my Foolifhnefs I own, 
 And all my Faults to thee are known. 
 
 6. Ah ! wherefore did I even doubt l 
 Thou wilt in no wife caft me out ; 
 
 An hdpltf* Soul that comes to thee, 
 With only Sin, and Mifery, 
 
 7. Lord lam fick ; my Skknefs cure 
 I want • do thou enrich the Pott : 
 
 Under thy mighty Hand 1 iloop, 
 O lift th' abated Sinner up. 
 
 8. Lord I am blind, be thou my Si^ht . 
 L( rd I am weak ; be thou my Migh . ; 
 
 An Helper of the Helplefs be : 
 And let me <ind my all in thee. I \. 
 
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 HYMN L»lf. 
 
 j 5 T Want an Heart to pray; 
 X To pray, and never ceaie : 
 Never to murmur at thy Stay, 
 
 Or wifh my Suff 'iings lefs. 
 
 2. This Rleffing above ail, 
 Always to pray, I want : 
 
 Out of the Deep on thee to call, 
 And never, never faint. 
 
 3. I want a true Regard^ 
 A iingle, fteaijy Aim, 
 
 (Unmov'd by Threatning or Reward—) 
 To thee, and thy great Name. 
 
 4. A jealous juil Concern 
 For thine immortal Praife ; 
 
 A pure Defire, that all may learn . 
 And glorify thy Grace, 
 
 5. I want with all my Heart 
 Thy Pleaiure to fulfil ; 
 
 To know myfelf, and what thou art. 
 And what thy perfed Will. 
 
 6. I want, I know not what ; 
 I want my Wants to fee : 
 
 I wan;, alas ! what want I not. 
 When thou art not in me ? 
 
 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 Happy FRAILTY. 
 
 U T T O W meanly dwells th* immortal Mind ! 
 
 XjL How vile thefe Bodies are ! 
 Why was a Clod of Earth, defign'd 
 
 T'enclofe a heav'niy Star r 2, Weak 
 
( »3 } 
 
 2. Wftlc Cottage where our Souls refide, 
 This FJrfh a tott'ring Wall: 
 
 The frightful Breaches raping wide, 
 The Buiicir.g b-nds to fa. I. 
 
 3. All r- urd it Storms of So-rr^v b'ow* 
 Anc W«v».5 of Trouble roll ; 
 
 C Id Waves, and Winter Storms, beat through, 
 And piin .t\< Tenant S 
 
 4. " Ala^, how fr a State!'' V ;: F 
 A • d hui went mou 
 
 Till ftidden from the cleaving Sky 
 A G earn of G ory ihone, 
 
 5. "My Soul all felt the G'ory come, 
 An breafh'd h?r native Air; 
 
 I hen fne reratmberV Heav'n her Home, 
 Ana me a Prii" 'ner here. 
 
 6 Straight (he began to change her Key, 
 Ani J joyful in her Grains, 
 
 5ru long t :y or her Clay 
 
 [n plealuiable Strains. 
 
 7. •• H w weak tru ?-'■{ *n is where I dwell : 
 ■ This Fieih a tott'ring Wall ! 
 
 M Tne Breaches cheartully foretell 
 TheHoult mull thortiy tall. 
 
 8. " No more my Frierds, (hall I complaia, 
 Tho' all my Ht3rt Strings ake, 
 
 M Wcicon.c D j r.d rv'rj Pain, 
 
 That mokes the L (hake. 
 
 9. " I have a * tilt above, 
 by the c J, 
 
 [* And ftjou'd H.fis move, 
 
 M) . eav'ni) 1 ^ 4»nd 
 
 10. « Yea, 
 
 * 
 
( 8 4 ) 
 
 io. " Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns j 
 " (I long to fee i he Got') 
 
 " And his immoral btrength fuftains 
 " Trie Purchase of his Blood. 
 
 II. Cl Hark, from on high my Saviour call* ; 
 M i come, my Lod, my L"v. 
 
 " Dvvot.ion breaks the P.ifon Walls, 
 " Ana ipeeds my lait Remove. " 
 
 HYMN -LXV. 
 
 The DYING CHRISTIAN to bis SOUL 
 
 I. T^IT ^ L Spark of h-avVy Flame, 
 \ Qun. ots qun this m rut Frame : 
 
 Tre"bl'fȣ, ftor'nvr, lingering, fl/ing. 
 
 Oh he Pain, the Bi-fs «:»f dying 1 
 Ceafe, r opd Nature, ctaie ihy Strife, 
 And let me langa fh into Life, 
 
 2. Ha^k ! they whimper ; Angels fay, 
 
 S'tt*r jpirii. come away, 
 
 Wlbt js chis abforbs tu quite? 
 
 Steah my Seni-s, OiuU.my Sight, 
 Drowns my SpirKS, draws my B eatn ? 
 Teii nu, my S ?ui, can tnis fee Dea h > 
 
 3. The Wo Id recedes ; it di r apoears ! 
 Heaven opei s 01 my Ryes ! mv Ears 
 
 Wih S)U ds feraph'C ring : 
 L:*d, lend you. Wia?. ! 1 moun^ ! I fly! 
 O Gravel where is ifcv Vidvry ? 
 
 O Death ! where is ihy sting ? 
 
( «5" ) 
 
 HYMN LXVI. The penitent pardoned. 
 
 r. TTENCE from my foal, my Cm depart, 
 
 Jfl Your fatal friendfhip now I fee ; 
 Long ha,, >..u dwelt too near my heart, 
 Hence, to uernai diilance flee* 
 
 2. Ye gave my dying Lord his wound, 
 Vet I carefs'd your vip'roas brood, 
 
 And in my heart-firings <apVd you round ; 
 You, the vile murd* ers of my GOD. 
 
 3. Black heavy thoughts Yiki D ns roll 
 O'er try poor breaft, with oodiLe fears, 
 
 And cruili r>g hard my cortu ' ' fool, 
 
 Wring through my eyxs the briuy tears. 
 
 4. Forgive my treafons, prince cf grace, 
 
 ' jews *e : e traitors too, 
 jet tfeoa bait pray'd for thaccurs'd race, 
 Father, they tot w not what they do, 
 
 5. Great Advoca'e, look down and fee 
 A wretch whefe imaging for rows hired. 
 
 O pi: j -d the fame excufe for me ! 
 
 For, LORD, i knew not what I did. 
 
 6. Peace, my complaints; let ev'/y grca.i 
 Be flill, and file nee wait his love ; 
 
 Companions dwell amidlt his throne, 
 And through his incit-ft bow. Is move. 
 
 jr. Lo, from the everlaftirg Sties, 
 
 Gently, as morning dews difti?, 
 rhe Dove Immortal downward fl.es 
 
 With peaceful wive in his bill. 
 
 H J, Hov* 
 
( 3* J 
 
 I. How fwect the voice of pardon founds f 
 Sweet the relief to deep diftrefs I 
 
 I feel the balm that heals my wounds, 
 And all my pow'rs adoie the grace. 
 
 HYMN LXVIT. 
 
 *Tht Song of tht Angels above. 
 
 I* Xj ARTH has detain'd me pris'ner long, 
 
 X2j And I'm grown weary nc - 
 My hea<-t, my hand, my £3% my tongu% 
 There's nothing here for you. 
 
 a. Tir'd in rr* thoughts I (hetch me down, 
 
 Ar*d npw rJ glance mine eyes, 
 Upward my Father to thy throne, 
 
 And to my i^ativw fki.s-. 
 
 3. Thtrt the dear M A N my Sav'oir fits. 
 The GOD how bright ht fhincs ! 
 
 And Scatters infinite deiighcs 
 On all the happy mind*. 
 
 4. Seraphs with elevated flrairs 
 Circle ihe thione around, 
 
 And move and charm the Harry plains 
 With an immorul found. 
 
 5. JESUS the LORD their harps employs, 
 J E S U S my love they fir g, 
 
 J E S U S the name of both our joys, 
 Sounds fweet fom ev'ry firing. 
 
 tf. Hark 
 
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 6. Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds 
 Of time and fpace they ran ; 
 
 And fpeak in moft majfllic founds 
 The Godhead of the SON. 
 
 7. How on the Father's breaft he lay, 
 The darling of his foul, 
 
 Infinite years before the day, 
 Or worlds began to roll. 
 
 8. And now they fink the lofty tone, 
 And gent'er notes they play, 
 
 And bring th' Eternal Godhead dow« 
 To dwell in humble clay. 
 
 9. O facred beauties of the M AN! 
 (The GOD rdido wiihin) 
 
 His flefh all pure, without a itain, 
 His foul without a fin. 
 
 10. Then how he look'd, and how he fmil'd, 
 What wond'rous things he laid ! 
 
 Swtet cherubs, (lay, dwell here awhile, 
 And tell what JESUS did. 
 
 ii. At his command the blind awake, 
 
 And feel the gladfome rays ; 
 Re bids the dumb attempt to fpeak, 
 
 They try their tongues in praife. 
 
 [Z. He fried a thoufand bleflings round 
 
 When e'er he turn'd his eye; 
 Be fpoke, and at the fov'reign found 
 
 The hellifli legions fly. 
 
 H i 13; 
 
( 8S ) 
 
 13. Thus while with unambitious ftrife, 
 Th* ethereal minllrels rove 
 
 Through all the labours of his life, 
 And wonders of his love* 
 
 14. la the full choir a broken firing 
 Groans with a flrange furprize ; 
 
 The reft in filence mourn their king, 
 That bleeds, and loves, and dies. 
 
 15. Seraph, and faint, with drooping wings? 
 Ceafe their harmonious breath ; 
 
 Ko blooming trees, nor bubbling fprings, 
 While JESUS fleeps in death. 
 
 36. Then all at once to living drains 
 
 They fummon ev'ry chord, 
 Break up the tomb, and burft his chains. 
 
 And ihew their rifiog LORD. 
 
 27. Around the flaming army throngs, 
 
 To guard him to the Ikies, 
 With loud Ho/annas on their tongues, 
 And triumph in their eyes. 
 
 «8. In awful (late the conquering GOD 
 
 Afcends his mining throne, 
 jWhiie tuneful angels found abroad 
 
 The vkYries he has won. 
 
 «9. Now let me rife and join their (on;?, 
 
 And be an angel too; 
 My heart, my hand , my ear, my tongue, 
 
 Here's joyful work for you. 
 
 20, I would begin the mufick here, 
 
 And fo my foul fhou4d rife; 
 Oh, for fome heav'nly notes to bear 
 
 M/^irit to iht&its) 21. 
 
( «9 ) 
 
 2i. There, ye that love my Saviour, fit; 
 
 There I would fain have place. 
 Among your thrones, or at your feet, 
 
 So I might fee his face. 
 
 22. I am confin'd to earth no mofe, 
 
 But mount in hade above, 
 To blefs the GOD that I adoie, 
 
 And fing the MAN I love. 
 
 HYMN LXVHI. 
 
 The divided hart lamented; 
 
 1. QTRANGE that fo much of heav'n a«d hell 
 O Should in one bofom meet ; 
 
 Lord, can thy fpirit ever dwell 
 Where Satan has a feat ? 
 
 2. Now I am all transform^ to love, 
 And could expire in praife ; 
 
 Then foon not all the joys above 
 One chearful note can raife. 
 
 3. When I with penfive thoughts review 
 The mazes I have trod, 
 
 Artonifh'd at the grace that drew 
 My wand'ring foul to God ; 
 
 Oh with what ardent zeal I vow 
 A reftitude within! 
 iVhat indignation fires me now, 
 At the mere thoughts of fin ) 
 
 H 3 5. Sut 
 
( 9° > 
 
 5* But vain amufements, hurrying cares, 
 
 Trifles of lofs or gain, 
 Or carnaJ joys, or worldly fears, 
 
 Seduce my heart again. 
 
 6. By faithful hopes, and golden dreams, 
 
 I'm nurtur'd, or betray'd, 
 Still tofs'd between the two extremes, 
 
 Too vain, or too difmay'd. 
 
 y, Decide the dubious awful cafe, 
 
 By fome alluring fign ; 
 And oh ipay thy all couqu'ring grace 
 
 Declare that I am thine ! 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 9uiftim to mbrfiefi 
 
 ft. TF to JESUS for relief 
 
 J[ My foul has fled by pray'r; 
 .Why mould I give way to grief, 
 
 Or heart-con fuming care ? 
 Are not all things in his hand? 
 
 Has he not his promife pall r 
 .Will he then regardlefs (land, 
 
 And let me fink at laft t 
 
 &. While I know his providence 
 
 Difpofes each event ; 
 Shall I judge by feeble fenfe, 
 
 And yield to difcontent ? 
 If he worms and fparrows feed, 
 
 Cioarh the grafs in rich arrays 
 Can he fee a child in need,* 
 
 ' Aadturahigeysiway* 
 
 a- Wh« 
 
( 9' ) 
 
 3- When his name was quite unknown, 
 
 And fin my life employed ; 
 Then he watch'd me as his o\vn> 
 
 Or I had been ddtr^y'd : 
 Now his mercy feat I Know, 
 
 Now by grace am reconcii'd ; 
 Would he fpare me while a foe, 
 
 To leave nu when a child ? 
 
 4. If he all my wants fupply'd 
 When I difriain'd to pray; 
 
 Now his fpirit is my guide, 
 
 How can he fay mcnsy ? 
 If he would not give me up, 
 
 When my foul againft him fought ; 
 Will he difappoint the hope, 
 
 Which he himfelf has wrought? 
 
 5. If he (bed his precious blood 
 To bring me to his fold ; 
 
 Can I think that meaner good 
 
 He ever will withhold r* 
 Satan, vain is thy device ! 
 
 Here my hope reds well aflur'd, 
 In that great redemption-price, 
 
 I fee the whole fecur'd. 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 U \TTHILE fhepherds watch'd their flock* by 
 VV night, 
 
 Ail fcated on the ground, 
 The angel of the L O R D cam* down. 
 
 And £lo;y ihonc around. 
 
( 9* ) 
 
 5« But v.? not," fsici he ( r or m;ghty dread 
 
 T:d ieiz'd their tr- . mind :) 
 
 • fc G«id tidings cf {Trr*: joy I bring 
 
 *• To you, a: d ali ma< kind. 
 
 3. " To you in David's town, this day 
 " Is born of David's ]i".c, 
 
 H ASAVIOUR, who's CEiRIST the LORD, 
 ■« And tkis mail be the fign ; 
 
 4. u The heav'nly babe ye there (hall find 
 " To human view difplay'd, 
 
 *' All meanly wrap: in fwatbing bands, 
 " And in a manger laid." 
 
 5. Thus fpake the fersph; and forthwith 
 Appear'd a mining throng 
 
 Of angels praiiing GOD, and thus 
 Addrefs'd their heav'nly fo.ng; 
 
 6. " All glory be to GOD on high ; 
 " And on the earth be peace; 
 
 *« Go^d will, henceforth from Heav'n to man 
 " Begin and never ceafe." 
 
 HYMN LXXI. The heart given awsy* 
 
 1, TF there are'paffions in my foul, 
 X (And paffions fure there be) 
 
 Now they ate all at thy controul 
 My JESUS all for thee. 
 
 2. If love that pleafing pow*f can reft 
 In hearts fo hard as mine ; 
 
 Ccme, gentle Saviour to my b,eaft. 
 
 ioi ail my love it thke. 3, Let 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 3* Let the gay world with treach'rous art, 
 
 Allure ray eyes in vain; 
 I have convey'd away my heart, 
 
 Ne'er^o return again, 
 
 4. I feel my warmed p?ffions dead 
 To all that earth can bead; 
 
 This foul of mine was never made 
 For vanity and dud. 
 
 5. Now I can fix my thoughts above, 
 Amidd their fla t'-ing charms, 
 
 Till the dear LORD that hath my love 
 Shall call me to his arms. 
 
 6. So Gabriel at his king's command, 
 From yon ecleftial hill, 
 
 Walks downward to our worthlefs land, 
 His fool points upward dili: 
 
 7. He glides along by mortal things, 
 Wi hout a thought of love, 
 
 Fulfils his taflt, and fpreads his wings 
 To reach the realms above. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. None excluded frctn Hcfe, 
 
 JESUS, thy blcffings are not few, 
 Nor is thy gofuel weak, 
 Thy grace can mell ft abburn j. 
 And heal the dying Guei. 
 
 2. Wide as the reach of Satan's rage 
 
 Doth thy faivation flow; 
 'Tis notconnVd to fex, nor age, 
 
 The lofty nor the low. 
 
( 94 ) 
 
 3. When grace is publim'd to the prince, 
 The fpcor may take their fhare; 
 
 No mortal hath a juft pretence 
 To periih in despair. 
 
 4. Be wife ye men of ftrength, and wit, 
 Nor boaft your native pow'js; 
 
 Unto the Son of God fubmit, 
 And glory fhali be yours. 
 
 5. Come, all ye vileft Tinners, come, 
 f He'Jl form your hearts anew ; 
 
 His gofpel and his heart have room, 
 For finners fuch as you. 
 
 6. His do&rine is almighty love-; 
 There 5 s virtue in his name, 
 
 To turn the raven to a dove, 
 The lion to a lamb. 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. A hvelj carrisgt. 
 
 1. £~\ 'Tis a lovely thing to fee 
 V-r A man of prudent heart; 
 
 Wr»ofe thoughts, and lipc, and life agree 
 To adl a useful part. 
 
 2. When envv, ft r ^f j , and wars begin 
 In li tele angry 'ouls, 
 
 Ma*k how the fons of peace come in, 
 And quench the kindling coals. 
 
 3. Their minis are humble, mild and meek, 
 Nor let their fury rife; 
 
 Nor paffion moves their hps to fpeak, 
 
 Nor priee exalts their eyes. 4* Their 
 
( 95 ) 
 
 4. Their frame is prudence mixt wkh love % 
 Good works fulfil their day; 
 
 They join the fc-pent with ths dove, 
 But caft the fling away. 
 
 5. Such was the Saviour of mankind, 
 Such pleafures he purfu'd ; 
 
 His hVfh and blood were allrefcVd, 
 His foul divinely good. 
 
 6 Lord can thefe plants of virtue grow 
 
 In fuch a foul as min ? 
 Thy ; T ,foce can form my na'u:* {1, 
 
 Aad n an like taine, 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 1 I I, 
 
 I'd my on 
 
 appear-, 
 
 ^2. Strait ^ i»eart, 
 
 A^ I be 
 
 So proi 
 
 And hah r vnr tit of ihee* 
 
 3. O let me the 1 ^ht, 
 Wna: (lil] i «p. n, 
 
 That GOD ia lov i* not, 
 
 Nor knows thw ( i do j n. 
 
 4. Sweet truth, ai ;o repeat ; 
 But when mj ^ i a i - -harpiy try'd, 
 
 I find mvfelf a i^L/Ccr . et, 
 
 iJuikiliui, weak, and apt to Hide. 5. But 
 
( 9* ) 
 
 f. Bat O! My LORD, one look from thee 
 
 Subdues the difobedient will, 
 Drives doubt, and oifcontent away, 
 
 And thy rebellious worm is. ft ill. 
 
 6. Thou art as willing ta forgive, 
 
 As I am ready to repine ; 
 Thou therefore all the praife receive, 
 
 iie (hame and felf- abhorrence mine. 
 
 H Y M N LXXV. 
 
 S. Ty ISE, my foul, and ftretch thy wings, 
 
 XX. Thy better portion ^ace ^ 
 Rife from tranfitory things, 
 
 Tow'rds heav'n, thy naiive place. 
 Sun, and moon, and ftars decay, 
 
 Time fhall foon ^is earth remove ; 
 Rife, my foul, and haile away 
 
 To feats prepar'd above. 
 
 2. Rh r ers to the ocean run, 
 Nor flay in all their courfe ; 
 
 Fire afcendlng feeka the fun, 
 
 Both fpeed them to their fource ^ 
 So a foul that's bom of GOD, 
 
 Pant3 to view his glorious face ; 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To reft in his emb-fcee. 
 
 3. Fly me riche?, fly me *aresr 
 While I tna: cop.it exp ^.z; 
 
 Flatt'ring world, witn .ill thy fa ares, 
 
 So!\cn me no more. 
 Pn^iani fix not here rLeir home; 
 
 derange* i tarry but a night, 
 When che lait de*» morn is come r 
 
 They'll rife to joyml light. 4 Ceafe 
 
• ( 97 > 
 
 4* Ceafc , ye pilgrims ceafe to mourn f 
 
 Prefs onward to the priz ; 
 Soon our Saviour will reiura 
 
 Triumphant in the fk^s ; 
 Yet a feafon, and you know 
 
 Happy entrance will be giv'n, 
 AH our (orrowi left bsiow, 
 
 And earth exchanged for keav'fl. 
 
 HYMN LXXVL 
 Prayer beard, and Zion reftored. 
 
 1. T ET Zion and her fons rrjoice, 
 J. j Behold the promi.'d hour; 
 
 Her GOD ha.h hea'd ht. mourning voice, 
 And comes t* exalt his |,ow'r. 
 
 2. Her dud and ruics fhat remain, 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 
 Thofe ruins ihall be built again, 
 And all that duR (kali rife. 
 
 The LORD will raife Jerufahm, 
 And kznl ia g'ory there; 
 Nations fhaJl bow befor- his name, 
 And kings aicead with tedi. 
 
 He fits a fov'reign on hit throne, 
 With pi ] i. nil eyes ; 
 3e heati m - d is'tiers groan, 
 
 And iees iheu fighi arife. 
 
 i 
 
 s-ffe 
 
( 98 > 
 
 5» He frees the fouls cendemn'd to death, 
 And when his fain is complain, 
 
 It fhaVt be faid, " That praying breath 
 " Was ever fpent in vain." 
 
 5. This (hall be known when we are dead, 
 
 And left on lono record, 
 That ages yet unbrn may read, 
 
 And trail, and praife the LORD. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. 
 Pray without ceafing. 1 Thef. v. 17. 
 
 1^ T^RAY'R was appointed to convey 
 
 JL Toe B ellings God defigns to give, 
 Long at they live mould Chrijliam pray, 
 For only while they pray they live. 
 
 2. The Cbrijiian's Heart his pray'r indites; 
 He fpeaks as proofed from within, 
 
 The Spirit his petition writes ; 
 And Cbrifi receives, arid gives it in. 
 
 3. And wilt thou in dead filence lie, 
 When Cbrift (lands waiting for thy pray'r 1 
 
 My Soul ihou had a Friend on high ; 
 Arife and try thy Int'reft there. 
 
 4. If pain afflidl, or wrongs opprefs: 
 If cares diftr;dt, or fears difm3y ; 
 
 If guilt dejeel, if fin diftre^ ; 
 The remedy's before thee, tr*j. 
 
 s. 'Tis 
 
( 99 ) 
 
 5. 'Tis pr&yV fusports the foul that's weak; 
 Tfc ;' thought be br k n, language iame, 
 
 Pray, if thou can'ft, or can'ft not, fpeak ; 
 But pray with faith in JVa'j ncme. 
 
 6. Deperd on him, thnu can'ft not fail; 
 M*k~ a 1 thy wants and v/ flies known; 
 
 Fear not; his merits muil prevail ; 
 A fit what thou wilr, it (lull be dune. 
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. 
 
 Prai/etotbe TRINITY. 
 
 GLORY, glory, glory, glory* 
 Glory be to G O D on hi^h ; 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 Sing hii p.aiies round the &y. 
 
 Glory, glo-y, glory, g?o-y, 
 Glory to the FA THriR give ; 
 
 m Giory, glory, glory, glory, 
 Sing his praifes all that live. 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 GKry to CHRIST, of heav'nly birth; 
 
 Glory, giory, glon, glory, 
 Sing his praifes round che earth. 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 G ry to the SP.RIT be ; 
 
 Glury, glory, g'ory^o'r, 
 Prwfc the iacied OlsE IN TBREE, 
 
 1 2 Glory; 
 
( 100 ) 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 Glory be to GOD alone; 
 Glory, glnrv, glory, glory, 
 Sing hi* praife* round the throne. 
 
 Glorv, r T 6't% rjory, v}ory, 
 Glory be U GOD moil kind; 
 
 Glory, g)ory< gJo y, g!ruy, 
 lieav'n and eaith, aiiu &./ b<: join'^. 
 
 Holy, holy, hr.lv, holy, 
 H<*ly is the LORD of holts; 
 H >»y hr!y, hoy. holy, 
 FA JTHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, 
 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, 
 Worthy is the LAMB cf GOD ; 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, 
 Who lov'd, ard wafh'd us io his blood* 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 Who bath de/pi/ed the day cf /mall things? 
 Zech. iv, io, 
 
 '*• 'TT^HE Lord that made both heav'n and earth, 
 
 X And was himfclf made man, 
 Lay ifl ibe womb before his birth, 
 Contracted :o a {pan : 
 
 z. Marur'd by time till forth he came, 
 
 A babe like others feen ; 
 As imall in fize, and weak of frame, 
 
 As babes have always bun* 
 
 3. From 
 
{ ioi ) 
 
 3. From thence he grew an infant mild, 
 B* fair and dus agrees"; 
 
 Aod then became a b'gger cfcild, 
 And Ul on Mary's knee*. 
 
 4. At £tt held up r or want o' flrengtb, 
 In time aioue be rai ; 
 
 Then grc* a boy, a iad, at let g h 
 A youth ; at Jait a man. 
 
 5. Behold f % om what b>cr ? nn»rg: Imall 
 
 Tht h ot God 19 owr/c by all; 
 
 But ivh'j his wciknefs ksowti 
 
 6. Thus fouls that would to Heav'n attain. 
 Mult Jacob's ladder cliT*b; 
 
 And Aep by ft p eta faro mi t gain, 
 In meafnrc dud in irne 
 
 7. Let rot tbe ft-ong the weak defpife ; 
 Tni: fai'h, tho s true; 
 
 Thy y feem ?n others e;es, 
 
 rbcii our itcir/d fo too. 
 
 5. Nor meanly 01 th? tempted think; 
 
 Fo r t oh *htt tongue can tell, 
 -low low th Lord of life muft fink, 
 
 Before he vant|jifh,<l HsM 
 
 The lead believer is a Saint, 
 And if our growth be flow, 
 Ye fhould nor therefore tire and faint, 
 Since Cbrift himiUf could grow. 
 
 l J i* 
 
( 102 ) 
 
 to. As in the days of fleih he grew 
 Id knowledge, ftature, grace* 
 
 So in the foul that's bom anew. 
 He keeps a gradual pace. 
 
 II. No lefs Almighty at his birth, 
 7haa on his throne fupreme : , 
 
 Hisfhoulders held up Heav'n and earth, 
 When Mary held up him. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. 
 
 TribulttiGn* 
 
 j.*TpHE Sou!s thit would to Je/us prefs, 
 X Mud fix this fi.m aud lure, 
 That tabulation, more or lefs, 
 Tney muft and Hull endure : 
 
 2. From this there can be none exempt, 
 ' Tis Go6 9 s own wife decree; 
 
 Batr.n ihe weakeit faint will cempt, 
 Nor is the ftrongeft free. 
 
 3. The w%rld oppofes from without, 
 A ci uncelief within ; 
 
 Jfe frar, we faint, we grieve, we doubt, 
 And feel the load of fin. 
 
 44, Glad frames too often lift us up; 
 
 And then how proud we grow, 
 ~fTil' f ad dtitrtion makes us droop, 
 
 And down m fink as low I 
 
 4. 1 
 
( 103 ) 
 
 5» Ten thoufand baits the foe prepares 
 To catch the wand'ring heart; 
 
 And feldom do we fee the fnares, 
 Before we feel the fmart. 
 
 6. But let not all this terrify, 
 Purfue the narrow path ; 
 
 Look to the Lord with ftedfafl eye, 
 And tight wuh hell by faith. 
 
 7. Though we are feeble, Chrift is ftrong, 
 Hi? promises are true, 
 
 We (hall be cocqu'rors al! ere long, 
 And more than conqu'rors too. 
 
 HYMN LXXXL 
 
 The QoffeL 
 
 I. T^ EPENT, yefonsofmen, repen'; 
 X V. Hear the good tiding* God has fent, 
 
 Of tinners fav'd, and fins 'o-giv'n, 
 And beggars rais'd to reign in heav'n. 
 
 Beggary beggar, beggars, beggars, beggars 
 raia'd to reign in heav'n. 
 
 2. God fent his Son to die for us, 
 Die to redeem us from the curf?; 
 
 He took our wesknefs, bo.e our load, 
 And dearly bought us wkhhis blued. 
 Dearly, dearly, Ice. 
 
 3. In guih's dark dungeon when we lay; 
 Mercy cry'd, " Spa.c; " and juilice, " biay f\ 
 But Je/us infwer'd, " Set them irc<* ; 
 
 *« And pardon thtm ; and punilh mt%\ 
 
 Pftidgn, pajdon, k$ t 4. Sal : 
 
( '04 ) 
 
 4> Salvation is of God alone ; 
 3L iie evcj lifting in his Sen. 
 And he ibat gave hii Son to bleed, 
 Will Cicely 'give us all t?e need* 
 
 F;eely, freely, &c. 
 
 5. Believe the gofpel, and rejoice, 
 Si; g to ibf Lord with chearful voice; 
 Kis goodneis praifr, his wonders ull, 
 Who raofom'd ail our fouls from hell, 
 
 Ranicm'd, ranfem'd, &c. 
 
 HYMN LXXXII. 
 \ 
 
 The nxondcrs tf redeeming love. 
 
 I. TJOW uoid'rous are the work* of GOD 
 
 X JL Difplay'd trro* ail the wsrid abroau ! 
 Immer.fe y greai! Iraraenfe^y imall ! 
 
 Ye: odc llrange wj-k exceecs them all. 
 
 2. He fom % d the fu?, fair fcunt of light, 
 The moos and ftars co ia'e the nic*ht ; 
 
 But nigh*, pr-d itars, and no n, and fun, 
 Are Ji iie works 'o^npar'd with one, 
 
 3. Hs roird the Teas, and fpread the (kies; 
 M*<*e va! its -fink, and mountains rife ; 
 
 The meadows cloth'd with native green; 
 Anu bade the livers giide between. 
 
 4. Bu* urtiat are Tea-, o^ fkies, or hllls^ 
 O verdn. vaW* f ot gliding ri)'-, 
 
 To workers man was born to prove? 
 *iht wonders gf redeeming level 
 
 'Tit 
 
( 105 ) 
 
 ;. ; Tis far beyond whir words cx?TtCs 9 
 What fai t* can fee!, or ar.gels guefs ; 
 Angeis that hymn the g eat I A M, 
 Fall down and veil bcrorc U.e Lamb. 
 
 6. The higheft heav'ns are fhort of this, 
 'Tis deeper than thevaft ftbyfs, 
 
 ' Tis more ihan though) can e'er conceive. 
 Or hupe exptel, or faith believe. 
 
 7. Almighty God figh'd human breach, 
 Ttc Lord of Life experiere'd ceaih; 
 How it was done we can't difcufs; 
 
 But this we know, 'twas done for us. 
 
 8. Bleftwith this faith, then let as raifc 
 Our hearts in love, our yoke in praife, 
 All things to us mud work for good, 
 
 For whom the Lord hathfhed his blood, 
 
 9. Trials may prefs of ev'ry fort; 
 Th-y may he fore ; they mud be fhort ; 
 We now believe > but fo^n mall <virw 9 
 The grcatelt glories C OD can Ihcw. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIIL 
 
 The Jlony heart. 
 
 l./^\H, for a glance of heav'nly day, 
 
 V^/ To take this (lubborn (lone away j 
 And thaw with beams of love divine 
 Ihis neart, this frozen heart of mine! 
 
 z. The 
 
( io6 ) 
 
 2. The rocks can rent ; »h? earth can qu?ke ; 
 The (ea? can roar; the mountains ihake ; 
 
 Of feeling ail things fti vv fome fign, 
 Buc this unfeeling hear; of mine. 
 
 3. To hear the forrows thou haft felt, 
 Dear Lord, an acamam would melt : 
 But I can read each moving linf, 
 
 And nothing move chis heart 01 mine. 
 
 4. Thy judgments too rnmovM I hear, 
 (Amazing rbougnt !) wh<th devils fear j 
 Good ets and wrath in vain combine, 
 To ftir this ftupid heart of mine. 
 
 5. But fomething yet can do the deed ; 
 And that dear fomething much I need. 
 Thy Spirit can from drofs refine, 
 
 And move and melt this heart of mine* 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. 
 
 . Praying for relations^ 
 
 1. *TT I N D foul? , who for the mss'ries moan 
 JS^ Of thofc who feldom mind their own; 
 But treat yen? zeal wiib cold disdain, 
 Refolv'd to make your labours vain. 
 
 2. You whofe fincere affection terds 
 To help you* dear, ungrateful frienJs, 
 Who think you foes, or mad, or fools, 
 Becaufe you fain would fave their fouls. 
 
 3. Though 
 
( io 7 ) 
 
 3. Though deaf (o cv'ry warring giv'n, 
 They ("corn to walk with you to Heav'n ; 
 Bat often chink, and fometimes Ay, 
 They'll never go, if that's the wa> ; 
 
 4. Though they th- HMy Ghift refift, 
 Or ridicule you* faith in Chrili ; 
 Thrush ihey b'afphem^, oppofe, contemn, 
 And hace you for jour l.>ve to them ; 
 
 5. One fecret way is left )ou fti!J, 
 To do them gooa again!* their will : 
 Here they can no cbhVu&ion give; 
 You may do this without their leave: 
 
 6. F'y to the throne of gr^ce by pray'r, 
 And pour out all your wifrie > 'here \ 
 ElFtdlual fervfnt pray'r prevails, 
 
 When cv'iy other method fails. 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. 
 Baptism. 
 
 i.tT7HEN 'John ( hough a man) 
 VV Bap;. zing oeg 1 
 Believers in Jordan, ccntcfling their (in ; 
 
 2. Tht Phari/ees c«me, 
 I 1 Abraham i 4*0 me, 
 
 For to be baptised, and lay in their claim* 
 
 3. You viper*, fa:d he, 
 Wru) wafu'd \ou to flee? 
 
 Bring ior.h vour repentance, that fruits we may fe* ; 
 
 3. And 
 
( ic3 ) 
 
 4. And think not indeed, 
 Y u'/e Ahrahtm's feed, 
 And (o for my Baptijm a right have to plead* 
 
 5 Bv this we may fee 
 Our B.ip.i-m to be 
 For none but believers a priviledge free. 
 
 6. Frcm Galilee csme 
 Cb'rijl J ejus- by name. 
 
 For to be bapufvti, and was not afham'd.. 
 
 7. 'John to him did f*y, 
 Why com'tl rhou 10 me, 
 
 When I nave need to be bap.iied of thee I 
 
 8* Oh foffjr it To, 
 'Tis right we mould mow 
 All righteous obedience wherever we go. 
 
 9. The rites were perform'd, 
 And J ejus rctarn'd ; 
 
 The Father hu bkffing fent do*n on his Son 1 
 
 10. The Spirit of God 
 D fcends like a D01 
 
 And ligh s on che Saviour in token of love* 
 
 11. By this we may fee 
 The v>h)jp T inity, 
 
 To honour our Baptifm do jointly agree. 
 
 12. We'll not be afh^m'd, 
 Where J ejus is n .i; v ; 
 He's precious uato us, iho' finners blafpheme* 
 
 13. We'll follow him down 
 1 o th' water we're bound, 
 Oh finners, fee whai au sample we've found. 
 
 HYMN 
 
HYMN LXXXVI. 
 
 SAlvation, ob, the joyful found ! 
 ' f is picture to oar tars! 
 h iov'rcign balm for ev'ry wonnd, 
 A cordial for our fear*. 
 
 Glory, honor, pr*ife and power, 
 
 Be ur.to the lamb for ever ; 
 Jefus Cbrijl is our redeemer. 
 
 Halelajah ! halelujah I halelujah ! praifethe Lord. 
 
 Bury'd in forrow, and in fin, 
 
 At hell's dark door we la; ; 
 Bttc we arife by grace divine 
 
 To fee an h*av'nly day. 
 Glory, honor, Ice. 
 
 Salvation, let the echo fly, 
 
 The i'pacious earth around ; 
 While all the armies of the fey 
 
 Confpire to raife cbe found. 
 Glory, honor, &c. 
 
 Salvation, O thou bleeding lamb, 
 
 To thee the praife belongs ; 
 Salvation fhall infpire our hearts, 
 
 And dwell upon our tongues, 
 Glory, honor, &c. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVII. 
 
 A M now inclin'd 
 With heart, foul, and mind, 
 lo feek my dear Saviour till him I dj find. 
 
 K a. My 
 
 i 
 
 
( no ) 
 
 2. My Chrift is my all, 
 On him I would call. 
 
 And at his blefs'd feet with humility fall. f 
 
 3. My fool with defire 
 To Chrijt doth afpire; 
 
 Ob, fill me, ray Jefus, with love'a heav'nly fire! 
 
 4. Oh, may I proclaim 
 Thy wonderful ca<ne, 
 
 And bear thy dear crofs, and defpife the world's flume ! 
 
 5. My foul now fhall (land. 
 Upheld by thy hind, 
 
 I'll publifh the gofpel in this happy land. 
 
 6. The glory appears, 
 Saints, {hake off your fears; 
 
 The voice of falvation filiates your glad tars* 
 
 7. The Saviour is king; 
 Rife, mortals, and fing 
 
 All glory, all glory, all glory, to him. 
 
 $. Ye angels accord, 
 Salute our dear Lord; 
 Live Jifiu ! live Je/ui ! live Je/us ! ador'dl 
 
 9. All nations {hall hear 
 The jubilee year, 
 
 And come to the Saviour, the Saviour moft dear. 
 
 10. Oppofers {hall fall, 
 And perifti (hall all 
 
 Who will not aow hearken to jtfu'* firccl call. 
 
( lit ) 
 
 li. Ye faints of his choice, 
 In j ejus rejoice; 
 And pnife your Redeemer with heirt and glad voice. 
 
 12. The day is your own, 
 This foon fh*]l be known, 
 
 And throughout ail tcaona ChrljVt will fhall be done, 
 
 13. J^in ane«' fi £r.d men 
 In praife to him rhen, 
 
 Cry, glory, all glory, to Je/*s t Amen. % 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII, 
 
 An evening fong* 
 
 1. ^T O W from the altar of my heart, 
 X\l Let incenfe flames arife. 
 Affift mi, Lord, to offer up 
 Mine evening iacriiicc. 
 
 2. Awake, my love; awake, my joy; 
 Awake, my heart and tongue; 
 
 Sleep not when mercies loudly call; 
 Break forth into a fong, 
 
 3. Man's life's a book of hiflory, 
 The leaves thereof are days ; 
 
 The letters mercies clofely join'd, 
 The title is thy praife. 
 
 4. This day was God my fun and Ihicld, 
 My keeper and my guide; 
 
 Hii tender care o'er me was fhown. 
 His mercies multiply'd. 
 
 K z 5. Miaur** 
 
( II* ) 
 
 5. Minutes and mercies mukiply'd 
 Have made op all this day ; 
 
 Minutes came quick; but mercies were 
 More fleet and ittt than they. 
 
 6. New time, new favour, and new joys, 
 Ne* (bugs cf praife require ; 
 
 Til 1 fhal- praife thee as I would 
 Acctpt my hearts defire. 
 
 7« Lord of my time, whofe hand hath fet 
 
 New time upon my fcore* 
 Thee ihull i praife lor all my time, 
 
 V/nen time fliall be no more. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 
 The Jinner^s hope. 
 
 j. \%7 H O knows but fuch an one as I 
 
 VV May grace and mercy find j 
 I hear that Ifrael'% God and king 
 Is merciful and kind : 
 
 2. Had he been pleas'd to torture me 
 With everlafting bands, 
 
 He might hare done it long ago, 
 Who had me in his hands. 
 
 3. I do not hear the trumpet (band, 
 To call me to his bar; 
 
 The proofs and patterns of his grace 
 Forbid me to defpaxr. 
 
 4. Ceafe 
 
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 4* Ceafe then thy murnVring, O^ny fool, 
 
 And filcntJy attend 
 To tu* founding bov?eU of a Chrift* 
 
 Wao is the finner's friend. 
 
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 5. He does not fay , " Depart from me 
 " Into eternal fire; 
 
 Bat, " Come ir»o my open breait, 
 " Where weary fouls retire. " 
 
 6. The trembling wretch, who touch'd hia hem, 
 Buc fear'd an heavy doom, 
 
 Receiv'd a cure, and blefling too, 
 Aud went rejoicing home. 
 
 7. The prodigal deferv'd and fear'd 
 Worfe than the fwine he fed; 
 
 But fcurd a mirthful fealVat home, . 
 Who oflly look'd for bread. 
 
 :av'n look'd upon the poblican, 
 ) was bow'd down tc fhamt ; 
 ey he crav'd, which foon appear'd, 
 And anfwer'd to its name. 
 
 9. My fins are mighty fins indeed; 
 But I hate under(lo©d 
 
 Great fins are foils, which do inhance 
 The worih of faving blood. 
 
 10. My foul has many ghaftly wounds, 
 Yet I will not defpair, 
 
 While there is balm in Gihad found, 
 And a phyiiciao there. 
 
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 II. That I might march to Canaan's land. 
 
 The filver trumpet founds; 
 My day flill fhir.es, my tent is nVd 
 
 Within falvation'a bounds. 
 
 32. The door is fhut, but is not birr'd ; 
 
 And he that is within 
 Does bid me afk, ind feck, and knock, 
 
 And Arive to enter in. 
 
 13. Here then I'll afk, and feek, and knock, 
 
 Until the door be ope ; 
 Nor will I ftir a foot from hence ; 
 
 It is a door of hope. 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 1. T7AREWEL vain world, I bid adieu, 
 £/ Thou canll not fill, but cloy; 
 
 Thy throne, O GOD, doth fend forth new 
 
 And more refined joy. 
 
 2. Mere vanity doth man purfne, 
 With eagernefs, and heat; 
 
 The braveft things the world can (hew, 
 Are all a perfect cheat. 
 
 3* Who gain the riches of the earth, 
 
 Gain bat a finer droft, 
 yfho gain the world and lofe their foul*,. 
 
 Suftain the greatcft lofs. 
 
 4. The blaft of honour founds aloud, 
 
 Yet that's but empty air, 
 Which quickly paiTes thro' the cloud 
 
 And dgca uo more appear* 
 
 5. My 
 
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 5. My fowl, there's nothing here that can 
 True blefodncfs afford ; 
 
 Ye painted (had *s, gel you gore ; 
 Ye hold me from my Lord, 
 
 6. He's bleft indeed that loveth GOD, 
 Whofe urdefiled mind 
 
 Can fcorn fuch mean, ignoble joys, 
 He better joys mall fi»d. 
 
 7. O happy they who only lore 
 Their GOD, and him admire ; 
 
 That I may tafte thofe joys that la& 
 Pll from the world retire ; 
 
 8. I'll make it my ambition now 
 To be belov'd of God ; 
 
 And under hi; delightful (hade 
 Will fettle mine abode. 
 
 HYMN XCl. 
 
 i. *~|-^ H AT heart is harder than a ftone 
 
 X That rifes up to play, 
 And ne'er with forrow thinks upon 
 
 The fins of yefterday; 
 The laft night's failures well might make, 
 
 If they were duly fcann'd, 
 Each rock, each Tinner's heart to ake, 
 
 For faints are daily tann'd. 
 
 2. Ah, Lord, thou feed my frozen heart, 
 
 How little, little love; 
 I owe thee a/I, fcarce pay thee part ; 
 
 Drop fottnefs from above; 
 If thou withhold a little Ipace, 
 
 Withhold not very long : 
 Send down the melting dews of grace, 
 
 I'll fend thee up a fang, 
 
 *. Make 
 
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 3. Make my heart fofrer, footer ftiil, 
 
 Ms like thy racurnicg dove ; 
 I raourp, becaufe I cannot mourn ; 
 
 But, Lord, thou know'ft I love. 
 Make my heart fatter, fofter ftill, 
 
 That by thy gracious hand 
 A deep irapreflion may be made, 
 
 E'en from the leaft command. 
 
 HYMN XCIL 
 
 A Jong of praife for the hope of glory* 
 
 i,T SOJOURN in a vale of tears ; 
 J[ Alas, how can I fing? 
 My harp doih on the wiliows hang, 
 
 Diftun'd inev'ry firing; 
 My mufiek is a captive's chains, 
 
 Harm founds my ears do fill ; 
 How (hall I fing Tweet Steffi foegs 
 
 On this fide «Wa hill ? 
 
 Yet lo I I hear a joyful found, 
 
 " Surely I quickly come :" 
 Each word much' fweetnefs doth diftil, 
 
 Like a full honey comb. 
 And doit thou come, my deareft Lord ? 
 
 And doft thou quickly come ? 
 And dell thou Jurely quickly come ? 
 
 Methinks 1 am at home. 
 
 3. Come then, my deareft,deareft Lord, 
 
 My fweeteii fureft frie 
 Come; for 1 loathe thefe Kedar lents, 
 
 The fi'ry chariou fend, 
 
 7 What 
 
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 What have I here ? My thoughts and joys 
 
 Are all pack'd up and gone ; 
 My eager foul would follow them 
 
 To thine eternal ;hront. 
 
 4. What have I in this barren land ? 
 My J ejus is not here ; 
 
 Mine eyes will ne'er be bleft until 
 
 My Je/us doth appear. 
 My Je/us is gone up to heav'n, 
 
 To get a place for me : 
 For 'tis his will tha-. where he is, 
 
 His fervants all fhculd be. 
 
 5. Canaan I view from PifgaVs top, 
 Of Canaan's grapes I raite ; 
 
 My Lord who feeds to me while here, 
 
 Will fend for me at laft. 
 I have a God who changeth not, 
 
 Why mould I be perplext ? 
 My God that owf s me in this world, 
 
 Will own me in the next. 
 
 6. Go fearlefs then, my foul, wi'.h GOD, 
 Into another room ; 
 
 Thou who hail walked with him here, 
 
 Go fee thy God at home. 
 View death with a believing eye, 
 
 It hath an angel's face; 
 And this kind angel will prefer 
 
 Thee to an angel's piase. 
 
 7. The grave is but a fining-pot 
 Unto believing eyes; 
 
 For there the flefh (hall Iofe its drofs, 
 Ana like the fun lhaU rife. 
 
 The 
 
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 The world which I have known too well, 
 Huh mock'd me with its lies ; 
 
 How gladly could I Uave behind 
 Its vexing vanities! 
 
 8, My deareft friends they dwell above, 
 Them will I go to fee ; 
 
 Arc 1 my friends in Chrid below, 
 
 Will fooa come after me. 
 T ac not the kru^np's earth-rending found ; 
 
 Dread not the day of doom ; 
 For he tha: is to be thy Judge, 
 
 Thy Saviour is become. 
 
 9. Bl^fl be mv God that gives me light, 
 Who in the dark did grope ; 
 
 Bleft be my God, the God of love, 
 
 Who caufeth me to hope. 
 Here'* the word's fignet, comfort's itaff, 
 
 And here is grace's chain ; 
 By thefe thy pledges. Lord, I know 
 
 My hopes are not in vain. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. 
 
 Ajongofpraifcfor the birth of Chrift* 
 
 1 • A w A Y dark thou £ nts > awake, my joy \ 
 jr\. Awake, mv glory fing ; 
 Sing forgs to celebrate the birth, 
 Of Jacob \f God and king. 
 
 2, O happy night, that brough. Forth iigh f , 
 
 Which makes the blind to fee ! 
 The day fpring from on higtx came down, 
 
 Tochearand vifit thee. 
 
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 3. The wakeful fhepherds, near their flocks, 
 Were watchful for :he morn ; 
 
 But better news from heav'n was brought, 
 «' Ycur Saviour Chrifl is born." 
 
 4. " In BethWm town the infant liei, 
 M Within a pi3ce obfcure." 
 
 O little Bethltm, poor in walls, 
 But rich in fur a it are J 
 
 5. Since heav'n is now come down to earth, 
 Hither the angel: flv ! 
 
 Hark, how v'n;y choir do^h fing, 
 
 Glory to God on bigbl 
 
 6. The news is fprcad, the church it glad, 
 Simeon o'ercome wich joy, 
 
 Sir,g* wich the in/ant in his arms, 
 
 Now let thy fervant die, 
 
 7. Wife men from far beheld the ftar, 
 Which was 'heir faithful pulde, 
 
 Until it poi >orth the babe, 
 
 A d him >b.-y plcrify'd ; 
 
 8, While heav'n and earth rejoice and ling, 
 
 Shall we oat Co ift deny ? 
 He's born U.: u«, a* d we for him; 
 
 Glory to God on high ! 
 
 HYMN XCIV. 
 
 1. (~*\ T H A T I had an angel's torgue, 
 \Jf That 1 might loudly fing 
 The w irdsrs of tea cminsr love 
 To thee, my Gou and king ! 
 
 *, But 
 
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 2. Batman, who at the gates of hell 
 Did pale and fpeechiefs lie, 
 
 Muil find a tongue and time to fpeak, 
 Or elfe the ftones will cry. 
 
 5. Let the *e.?eemed of the Lord 
 Their thankful voices raife; 
 
 Can we be dumb while angels fing 
 Our great Redeemer's praifef 
 
 4. Ccme let us join with angels then, 
 
 Glory to God en high ; 
 Peace be en earthy good will to men: 
 
 Amen, amen, *ay I. 
 
 H Y M N XCV, 
 
 1. T O, what an entertainlp? fight 
 1 j A e brethren th it ag ee, 
 
 Brethren, whole chearful hearts ufiitc 
 In bands of piety ! 
 
 2. When {beams of love, from Ch 5ft thefpring, 
 Dcfcend to evVy foul ; 
 
 And heat'nly pes»ce wicbb rt y wing 
 Shades and bedtws the whplc : 
 
 3. : Tis like thex>il divinely fw*et 
 Oi; Jarons rev 9 ;e\id He<»o, 
 
 The*. g diops perfuu * .cet, 
 
 And o'er his garments fpr^ad. 
 
 4. 'Tis pleafant as the morning dews 
 That fall on Sions hill, 
 
 Where God his mild cit glory (hews, 
 Aad makes his grace difuj. 
 
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 HHMN XCVI. 
 
 Ibe beat if c mfiw. 
 
 I. T Long to behold him array'd 
 
 X With glory and light from above ; 
 The king in his beauty difplay'd, 
 His beauty of hoJicft lore : 
 I languifh and die to be ther*, 
 
 Where Jesui hath fix'd his abode ; , . 
 
 O when fliall we meet in the air, 
 Aid fly to the mountain of God ? 
 
 2. With him I on Zion (hall (land, 
 (For Jesus hath fpofcen the word) 
 The breadth of Immanuel's land 
 
 Surrey by the light of ray Lord : ., 
 
 Bat when on thy bofom reclin'd, 
 Thy face I am flrengthrn'd to fee, 
 My fulnefs of rapture 1 find, 
 My heaven of heaven's in thee ! 
 
 3. How happy thr people that dwell 
 Secure in the city above ! 
 
 No pain the inhabitants feel, 
 No ficknefi nor forrow fliall prove : 
 Phyfician of fouls, unto me 
 Forgivenefs and holincfrgive, 
 And then from the body fet free, 
 And then to the city receive. 
 
 HYMN XCVir. Tie Beggar. 
 
 1; "pNcoviAG^by thy word 
 
 l\j Of promife to the poor, 
 Behold a beggar, LORD, 
 Waiu at thy mercy's door! 
 
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 No hand* no heart, O LORD, but thine, 
 Can help, 'or pity warns likd mine. 
 
 2. The beggar's ufual plea 
 Relief from men to g?ia, 
 
 If offer'd unto thee, 
 
 I know thou would'ft difdain : 
 
 And thofe which move thy gracious ear, 
 
 Are fuch as men would feern to hear. 
 
 3. I have no right to fay, 
 
 cc That though I now am poor, 
 
 $€ Y' 1 : once there was a day 
 
 " When I pofleffed more." 
 
 Thou know'it that from my very birth, 
 
 I've been the pooreft wretch on earth. 
 
 4. Nor can I dare profefs, 
 As beggars often do, 
 
 M Th3* gtea: is my diftrefs, 
 
 fc My faults have been but few. 
 
 If thou fhould leave my foul toftarve, 
 
 It would be what I well deferve. 
 
 5. 'Twere folly to pretend 
 " I nevf r begg'd before ; 
 
 €i Or if thou'll now befriend, 
 gi I'll trouble thee no more." 
 Thou often haft rcliev'd my pain, 
 And often I mult come again; 
 
 6. Tho' crumbs are much too good 
 For fuch a dog as I, 
 
 No lefs than children's food 
 My foul can faiisfy. 
 
 ! do not frown, and bid me Go $ 
 
 1 mull have all thou canft beftow. 
 
 7. No* 
 
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 7- Nor can I willing be 
 Thy bounty ta conceal 
 From others, who, like me, 
 Their wants and hunger feel : 
 I'll tell them of thy mercies (lore, 
 And try to fend a thoufend more. 
 
 8. Thy thoughts, thou only wife, 
 Our thoughts and ways tranfeend, 
 Far as the arched fk'es 
 Above the earth extend. 
 Such pleas as mine ra?n would not bftr, 
 But Goi receives a beggar's pray'r. 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 
 
 Prayer for a revival. 
 
 i. OAviour, vifit thy plantation, 
 
 i3 Grant us, LO&D, a gracious rain j 
 All will come to defolation, 
 Unlefs thou return again : 
 Keep no longer at a diftance, 
 Shine upon m from on high ; 
 Left for wan; of thine afliltance 
 Ev'ry piant ihouid droop and die. 
 
 2. Surely once thy garden flourifli'd, 
 E»\y part Jook'ci gay and green ; 
 Tren thy wotd our fpirits nourifh'd, 
 Happy feafons we have feen ! 
 But a drought has iioce fucceeded, 
 And a fad decline we fee ; 
 Lord, thy help is greatly needed, 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 La j. Where 
 
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 3, Where are thofe we counted leaders, 
 Fili'd with zeal, and love, a ad truth * 
 
 Oid profcffors, tall as cedars, 
 Bright examples to ou* youth ! 
 Some, in whom we once delighted, 
 
 Wr (hall meet DO more below ; 
 Some, alas! we feat are blighted* 
 
 Scarce & iinglc leaf they few. 
 
 4. Younger planta— the fight howpleafaat, 
 
 C'over'd thick with bieffoms ttocd ; 
 
 " Bui thev caafe us grief at P re [ eftt » 
 Frotts have nipp'd them in the bud i 
 
 D«axeft Saviour, hadeii hither, m 
 
 Thou canfl make them bloom again 5 
 Oh, permit their, not to wither, 
 
 Let not all our hopes be vain. 
 
 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, 
 Make us prevalent in pray'rs ; 
 Let each one efteem'd thy *"*"*• 
 
 Shun the world's bewitching fnares. 
 Break the tempter's fatal power, 
 
 Turn the ftony heart to item; 
 And begin, from this good hour, 
 
 To revive thy work aircih. 
 
 HYMN XC1X. 
 
 t T Ol he comes with ebuds defending j 
 *L Once for guilty finners flam. 
 Thousand thoufand faincs attending, 
 sJSdie triumph **««»' 
 
 Hallelujah S 
 
 AUeloiaii Amen. 2. Ev'rjr 
 
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 2. Ev'ry eye mall now behold him, 
 Rob'd in dreadful majefty ; 
 
 Thofe who fet ac noughc and fold him* 
 Pierc'd and cail'd him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah ice. 
 
 3. Ev'ry ifland, fea and mountain, 
 Heav'n ar d earth mall flee away ; 
 All who hate him mufl confounded 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 
 
 Come to judgment ! 
 Come to judgment ! Come away ! 
 
 4. Now redemption, long expected, 
 See ! in folemn pomp appear \ 
 
 All his faints by man rejected, 
 Now fhail meet him in the air! 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 See the day of God appear ! 
 
 5. Anfwer thine own Bride and Spirit ; 
 Hailen, Lord, the gen'ral doom ! 
 
 The new heav'n and earth 1' inherit, 
 Take thy pining exiles home: 
 
 AH creation 
 Travails, groans, and bide Thee come I 
 
 6. Yea! Amen! Let all adore Thee* 
 High on thine eternal Throne 1 
 Saviour, take the pow'r and glory : 
 Claim the kingdom for thine own ! 
 
 O come quickly* 
 Hallelujah! Come, Load, cornel 
 
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 H Y M N C. 1 
 
 fbe /inner converted. 
 
 I. TTX HEN with my mind devoutly preft, 
 YV Dear Saviour, my revolving brcaft 
 
 Would pail offences trace ; 
 
 Trembling I make the black review, 
 
 Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too, 
 
 The pow'r of changing grace. 
 
 *. This tongue, with blafphemiei dcfil'd, 
 Thefefeet to einng paths beguil'd, 
 
 In heav'nly league agree ; 
 Who could believe fuch lips could praifei '. lM 
 
 Or thmk my dark and winding ways 
 
 Should ever lead to thee ? 
 
 3. Tbefe eyes that once abus'd their fight, 
 Now lift to thee their wat'ry light, 
 
 And weep ^ f fi'cnt flood ; 
 Thtft hand* afcend in ce*felefs pray'r, 
 O wafti a* ay the [tains they wear, 
 
 In pure redeeming blood I 
 
 4. Thefe ears that pleas'd could entertain 
 The midnight oath, the iuftfal ltrain, 
 
 When Tound tjie fallal board ; 
 Now deaf to all th' enchanting noife, 
 Avoid the throng, deteft the joys, 
 
 And prefs 10 hear thy word. 
 
 5. Thus art thou fervM in ev'ry part 1 \l 
 And now thou doft transform my heart, 
 
 That drofiy thing refine ; 
 Now grace do. h nature's ftrengwk GOAtt0llI# * ! 
 
 And a rew creature— body — Soul, 
 
 Axe, to**» to cm tfune! HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CI. 
 
 i. TTE comes! He comes ! The Saviour dear* 
 
 JlI The feventh trumpet fpeaks him near ; 
 His lightnings flafh, his thunders roll, 
 He's welcome to the faithful foul ; 
 
 Welcome, weicome, welcome, welcome, 
 
 Welcome to the faithful foul. 
 
 2. From heav'n angelic voices found! 
 See the almighty Jesus crown'd ! 
 
 Girt with omnipotence and grace, 
 And glory decks the Saviour's face ; 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 
 Glory decks the Saviour's uce. 
 
 3. Defcending on his azure throne, 
 He claims the kingdoms for his own ; 
 The kingdom all obey his word, 
 And hail him their triumphant Lord : 
 
 Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him* 
 Hail him tneir triumphant LORD. 
 
 4. Shout all the people of the fky, 
 And all the faints of the moil high : 
 Our GOD, who now his right obtains, 
 For ever and for ever reigns ; 
 
 Ever, ever, ever, ever, 
 Ever and for ever reigns. 
 
 5. The Father praife, the Son adore* 
 The Spirit blefs for evermore ; 
 Salvation's glorious work is done, 
 
 We welcome the great Three in One,! 
 Welcome, welcome, welcome, weicome, 
 Welcome lfl c great Th&ii in Oa*' 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CU. Ajcenfion. 
 
 i. T T AIL the day that fees him rife, 
 JL JL Ravilh'd from our wifhful eyes \ 
 Christ a while to mortals giv'n, 
 Reafcends his native beav'n : 
 There the pompous triumph waits, 
 Lift your heads, ecernal gates ! 
 "Wide unfold the radiant fcene 5 
 Take the Kirg of Glory in ! 
 
 2. Him, though higheft heav'n receives, 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
 Though returning to his throne, 
 
 Still he calls mankind his own : 
 Still for us he intercedes, 
 Prevalent his death he pleads ; 
 Near himfelf preoares our place, 
 Harbinger of human race. 
 
 3. Mailer (may we ever fay) * ) 
 T*ken from our head to-day ; 
 
 See thy faithful fervants, fee, 
 Ever gazing up to thee ! 
 Grant, though parted from our fight, 
 High above yon azure height, 
 Grant our hearts may thither rife, 
 Following thee beyond the ikies* 
 
 4. Ever upward let us move, 
 Wafted on the wings of love ; 
 Looking when our Lord (hall come, 
 Longing, gafpiog alter home: 
 There we fhall with thee remain, 
 Partners of thy glorious reign ; 
 There thy face uncloided fee, 
 
 Find our heav'a of heav'n in Uicc- 
 
 HHMN 
 
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 HYMN CHI. 
 
 I* y ^T^ I S a point I long to know, 
 
 J[ Oft it caufes anxious thought, 
 Do I love the Lord, or no? 
 Am I his, or am I net ? 
 
 2. If I lore, why am I thns ? 
 Why this dull and lifelefs frame- * 
 
 Hardly, (mrr, can they be worfe, 
 Who have never heard his name ! 
 
 3. Could my heart fo hard remain, 
 Pray'r a taflc and burden prove; 
 
 Et'ry trifle r ;lvc me pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4. When I turn my eyes within, 
 
 All it dark, and vain, and wild ; 
 Fill'd with unbelief and fin, 
 Can I deem myfelf a child ? 
 
 5. If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do; 
 
 You that love the Lord indeed, 
 Tell me, Is ic thus with you ? 
 
 6. Yet I mourn my (lubborn will, 
 Find my fin a grief and thrall ; 
 
 Should I grieve for what I feel, 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 7. Could I joy his faints to meet, 
 Choofe the ways I once abhorr'd. 
 
 Find, at times, the promife iweet, 
 If I did not io ve the Lor» ? 
 
 I. Lord, 
 
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 S. Lord, decide the doubtful cafe ! 
 
 Thou, who art thy people's fan ; 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 9. Let me love thee more and more, 
 
 If I Jove at ail, I pray ; 
 If I have not Jov'd before, 
 
 Help me to begin to day. 
 
 HYMN CIV. 
 For the fpirit of adoption. 
 
 1. Y? ATHER, if thoa my father art, 
 X* Send forth the Spirit of thy fon, 
 
 Breathe him into mv pantine heart, 
 And make me know as .fam knowirj 
 
 Make me thy confcious child, that l 
 May Father, Abba, Father, cry ! 
 
 3. I want the fpir'tof pow'r within, 
 Of love and of an heakhful mind; 
 
 Of pow'r to conquer inbred fin ; 
 Ot love to thee, and all mankind; 
 
 Of health, that pain and death defies, 
 Moft vig'rous when the body dies. 
 
 ,. When ftialll hear the inward voice, 
 3 Wh;ch only faithful fools can hear ? 
 paroon, and peace, and heav'nly joys, 
 Attend the promis'd comforter ; 
 
 Becomes, ^^t^KCnl'iiT 
 And Chust, and all with Chriit, 
 
 is mine. 
 
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 Oh that the comforter would come ! 
 Nor viht as a traniient gueft, 
 t fix in me his conftant home, 
 And keep pofleflion of my breaft ; 
 id make my foul his lov'd abode, 
 The temple of iu-d welling God, 
 
 Come, Holy Ghoft, my heart infpire, 
 A ttft that I am born again ; 
 >me and baptifeme now with fire, 
 Nor let thy former gifts be vain. 
 here is the fenfe of fin forgiv'n ? 
 Where is the earneft of my Heav'n? 
 
 Where the indubitable feal, 
 That ascertains the kingdom mine? 
 lat pow'rfui ftamp I long to feel, 
 The Hgnature of love divine : 
 fried it in my heart abroad, 
 Fulciefa of Love, ofHcav'n, of GOD! 
 
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 HYMN CV. 
 
 *LL praife my Maker with my breath; 
 ^ And when my voice is loft in death, 
 jPraife fhall employ my nobler pow'rs ; 
 y days of praife (hall ne'er be pad 
 hile life, and thought, and being lair, 
 Or immortality enaures. 
 
 Why fhoald I make a man my truft ? 
 jinces mud die, and (urn to dull; 
 [Vain is the help of ficfh and blood; 
 liei; breath deparfr, their pomp and pow'r 
 Id thoughts all va'.ilh in an hour; 
 |Nor can they m-kt ihtirpromiiegcod. 
 
 3- Happy 
 
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 3. Happy the man whofe hopes rely 
 On IfratP* Goi; he made rbe fky, 
 
 And earth and Teas with all their train; 
 His truth forever ftands fecure ; 
 He faves th* oppreft, he feeds the poor, 
 
 And none fhall find his promife vain. 
 
 4. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
 TheLo r d fupports the linking mind, 
 
 He fends the laboring ccnfcience peace; 
 He helps the flranger in diihefs, 
 The'widow, and the fathcrleft, 
 
 And grants the pris'ner fweet rcleafe. 
 
 5. He loves his faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell; 
 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns : 
 Let tv'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, 
 In this exalted work engage ; 
 
 Praife him in everlafting ftiains. 
 
 6. I'll praife him white he lends me breath, 
 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 
 Praife fnall employ my nobler pow/rs; 
 My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft 
 While life, and thought, and being laft, 
 
 Ox immortality endures, 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 H YM N CVI. The Penitent Thi; 
 
 i /^tOME fee the powV of Chrift our King! 
 V^y When on the crofs the Saviour hung, 
 His Grace a dying thief did bring 
 
 To own him with his heart and tongue. 
 
 a One malefactor fcorn'd ChriiTs name, 
 
 The other did his fin reprove; 
 Then faid by faith to God's dear Lamb, 
 
 " Remember me O Lord above.' 1 
 
 3 What noble faith in him appear 'd, 
 
 That he could truft a dving Lord! 
 He foon the bleffed Jcfus heard 
 
 Pronounce this fweet reviving word; 
 
 4. " Amen, this day thy foul fhall be 
 
 " With me in Paradife above." 
 This made the dying pris'ner free; 
 
 Thefe words were full of boundlefs love. 
 
 5 What comfort did this fpeech convey, 
 To his poor guilty wretched mind! 
 
 When thus he heard the Saviour fay, 
 Gr5at peace the criminal did find. 
 
 6 Thus Jefus Chrifl forgave the thief, 
 And fhew'd great mercy to the man ; 
 
 So in the midfl of woe and grief, 
 His joy and happinefs began. 
 
 7 O how he lings the Saviour's praife, 
 Who took lnm at the very laft, 
 
 M When 
 
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 When he his youthful ftrength and days 
 In Satan's caufe had fpent and paft! 
 
 8 Now he adores God's holy name, 
 And ftands before the Saviour's face; 
 
 And will eternally proclaim 
 
 The boundlefs riches of his grace! 
 
 H Y M N CVII. 
 
 A Farewel Hymn. 
 
 i T5RETHREN, I bid you all farewel; 
 
 J3 and from my very heart 
 Affectionately you I tell 
 
 That we mull furely part! 
 
 & And if I fee you not again, 
 
 I truft that I cara fay, 
 My labour fhall not be in vain ; 
 
 For me my brethren pray. 
 
 3 I truft I can to record call 
 
 All you who have me heard, 
 That I've declar'd God's counfel all, 
 As light and truth appear'd. 
 
 4 I now depart, I leave you here, 
 
 I reft you with the Lord; 
 And may you live to Jefus near, 
 And be of one accord. 
 
 5. And if I never fee you more 
 While we on earth remain, 
 
 O may 
 
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 O may we meet on Heav'n's bright fhore, 
 And never part again ! 
 
 6 There we fhall join to fing God's praife, 
 
 And all his wonders tell! 
 And never part to endlefs days: 
 
 So brethren, now, farewel. 
 
 HYMN CVIII. Parting With Friends. 
 
 i. \T OW Lord, tho' we mull part a while, 
 
 X >l Upon the heay'nly road ; 
 Yet let thy face upon us fmile, 
 
 And keep us near our God. 
 
 2. And if on earth again we meet, 
 Lord let us meet with thee: 
 
 And let thy gracious prefence fweet 
 From bondage fetus free. 
 
 3. This only this we humbly crave, 
 While earth is our abode, 
 
 1 1 at we with Chrifl and faints may have 
 Communion on the road. 
 
 4. For fince our fellowfhip below, 
 Affords fuch joy and love, 
 
 We long its full extent to know, 
 When we fhall meet above. 
 
 5. Let this, O Lord excite us on, 
 To keep the narrow way, 
 
 Till we (hall meet around thy Throne, - 
 With all the heirs of day. 
 
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 6. Come Holy Ghoft, our fouls infpire? 
 
 Maintain this flame of love, 
 Til] we fhall join that glorious choir 
 
 Of worfhippers above. 
 
 HYMN CIX. 
 
 i- \7 AIN things allure, and charm the mind 
 V And lead our fouls from thee our Lord, 
 But we no reft, nor peace can find 
 But in thy promifes, and word. 
 
 2. We rove and feek for folid ground 
 To reft our finking fouls upon; 
 
 But no fafe fhelter can be found 
 
 But Chrift the fure foundation ftone. 
 
 3. This is the blefied hiding place, 
 Where finners find a fure repofe; 
 
 *Tis here they tafte the richeft grace, 
 And here Salvation's water flows. 
 
 4. Tis here poor guilty mortals find 
 A folid ground of lafting hope; 
 
 Here's peace and light to chear the mind 
 Which did in darknefs blindly grope. 
 
 5. O glorious refuge from the heat! 
 An hiding place from ftormy wind, 
 
 May we thy praife O Lord repeat, 
 
 Who art, waft, will be ftill our friend! 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CX. 
 
 i /^\ Lord, thy goodnefs we admire, 
 V>/ That fent our blelled Saviour down, 
 
 To fave us from eternal fire, 
 
 And bring us to an heav'nly crown. 
 
 2 The glorious Saviour of mankind 
 Did once for finful men atone, 
 
 That we thro' him might pardon find, 
 And be acknowledg'd for his own. 
 
 3 We that were bound in heavy chains, 
 Are now fet free by Chrift our king; 
 
 His love we know, what then remains, 
 But that our fouls his praifes fing? 
 
 4. We that deferv'd the fecond death, 
 That flood expos'd to mifery, 
 
 Are calFd to praife him with our breath 
 Who fets our fouls at liberty. 
 
 5. We by his crofs Salvation gain, 
 And thro' his death are made to live; 
 
 All glory to the Lamb once flain, * 
 
 Who doth to men fuch bleflings give. 
 
 HYMN CXI. For New Years Day 
 
 1. 
 
 AND now the year falutes our eyes, 
 Come raife a joyful found 
 To him who made the earth and Ikies, 
 And turns the feafoni round. 
 
 M a Sing 
 
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 t. Sing to the Lord a fong moll new, 
 j And fpeak his worthy fame; 
 Mis ways are holy, juft, and true, 
 Give glory to his name ! 
 
 3. He fent his darling Son to die, 
 To fave our fouls from death ; 
 
 Let us our Saviour magnify, 
 While we have life and breath. 
 
 4. This glorious theme fhall ftill employ, 
 Our hearts our fouls and tongues, 
 
 Till in the world of endlefs joy, 
 We raife our nobler fongs. 
 
 5. Thus we begin the happy year 
 In this moft heav'nly frame ; 
 
 Oh may our minds continue here, 
 Thro* all our lives the fame ! 
 
 HYMN CXII. The Name of Jesus. 
 
 1. T T OW fweet the name of Jefus founds 
 JLl In a believer's ear? 
 
 It fooths his forrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2. It makes the wounded fpirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breaft; 
 
 'Tis Manna to the hungry foul, 
 And to the weary reft. 
 
 3. Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
 My fhield and hiding place ; 
 
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 My never-failing treas'ry filFd 
 With boundlefs ftores of grace. 
 
 4. By thee my prav'rs acceptance gain, 
 Al'tho' with fin defil'd ; 
 
 Satan accufes me in vain, 
 And I am own'd a child. 
 
 5. Jefus ! my Shepherd, Hufband, Friend. 
 
 My Prophet, Prieft and King ; / 
 
 My Lord, my Life, my way, my end, 
 Accept the praife I bring. 
 
 6. Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmeft thought; 
 
 But when I fee thee as thou art 
 I'll praife thee as I ought! 
 
 7. Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 With ev'ry {lectins' breath : 
 
 And may the mufic of thy name 
 Refrefh my foul in death. 
 
 HYMN CXIIL 
 
 Tor the last Evening in the Year. 
 
 1. r ~V^ HE Lord our Salvation and light, 
 
 A The guide and the ftrength of our days: 
 Has brought us together to night, 
 
 A hew El 1 to raife: 
 
 The year we have now palfed thro' 
 
 HiSgoodnefs with bleilings has crownM; 
 ach morning 1 1 is tnercii new, 
 
 Then let our thankfgivings abound* 2 En« 
 
 E 
 
( HO ) 
 
 2. Eacompafs'd with dangers and fnares, 
 Temptations, and fears, and complaints; 
 
 His ear he inclin'd to our pray'rs, 
 
 Kis hand open'cl v/i ie to our wants : 
 We never befought him in vain, 
 
 When burden 'd with forrow or fin, 
 He help'd us again and again, 
 
 Or where, before now had we been? 
 
 3. His gofpel, throughout the long year, 
 From fabbath to fabbath he gave; 
 
 How oft has he met with us here, 
 
 And ihown himfelf mighty to fave? 
 His candleflick has been remov'd 
 
 From churches once priviledg'd thus; 
 But tho' we unworthy have prov'd, 
 
 It ftill is continu'd to us. 
 
 4. For fo many mercies receiv'd, 
 Alas! what returns have we made? 
 
 His Spirit we often have griev'd, 
 
 And evil for good have repaid; 
 How well it becomes us to cry, 
 
 " Oh, who is a God like to thee? 
 " Who paffeft iniquities by, 
 
 " And plungefl them deep in the Sea! ,? 
 
 5. To Jefus, who fits on the throne, 
 Our belt hallelujah's we bring, 
 
 To thee it is owing alone, 
 
 That w r e are permitted to fing: 
 AiTift us, we pray, to lament 
 
 The fins of the year that is paft! 
 And grant that the next may be fpent 
 
 Far more to thy praife than the laft. HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXIV. 
 
 The Barren Fig-Tree. 
 
 THE church a garden is, in which believers ftand, 
 Like ornamental trees planted by God's own hand; 
 His Spirit waters all their roots, 
 And every branch abounds with fruits. 
 
 s Bin. other trees there are in this inclofure grow, 
 Which tho' they promife fair have only leaves tofhow; 
 
 No fruits of grace are on them found, 
 They are but cumb'rers of the ground. 
 
 fpends, 
 
 3 The under-gard'ner grieves, in vain his ftrength he 
 For heaps of ufelefs leaves afford him fmall amends: 
 
 He hears the Lord his will make known, 
 To cut the barren fig-tree down. 
 
 4 How difficult his poll ! what pangs his bowels move, 
 To find his wiflies croft, his efforts ufelefs prove! 
 
 His laft relief is earneft pray'r, 
 Lord fpare them yet another year. 
 
 do ; 
 
 5 Spare them, and let me try what further means may 
 I'll frefli manure apply, mv digging I'll renew ; 
 
 Who knows, bill ey fruit may yield ? 
 
 If not— -'tis juI! they tauft be fetl'd, 
 
 6 If under means of grace no fruits of grace appear, 
 
 It is a dreadful cafe, tho' God may long fpjfce 
 At length he'll ftrifee the threaYned bh 
 And lay the barren fig-tree low, 
 
 HYMN 
 
HYMN CXV. 
 
 Desiring to love God above all. 
 
 1 A N D is it yet dear Lord, a doubt, 
 JLJL If in rny breaft thou reigrrft alone ? 
 
 O find the lurking rival out! 
 
 And drag the traitor from the throne. 
 
 2 Would earth's delufive trifling charms, 
 
 Afiume a pow'r above thy name? 
 Stab each ufurper in my arms, 
 
 And vindicate thy rightful claim. 
 
 3 By purchase, duty, every tie, 
 
 Yea choice itfelf, Lord I am thine) 
 Maintain thy right or let me die, 
 
 Ere from thy love my foul decline. 
 
 4 If my unfleady heart would rove, 
 
 (And well thou know'ft it's treach'rous frame) 
 If any thing I'm prone to love 
 Would fliare or quench the facred flame ; 
 
 5. Chafe the curs'd obj eel from my foul, 
 
 Thence, thence, the twining mifchief tear; 
 
 Reign thou the fov'reign of the whole, 
 Be Lord of ev'ry motion there. 
 
 HYMN CXVI. 
 
 1 pOME thou bleftjefus fill my heart, 
 
 V^ With love's immortal fire ; # 
 Then fhall my foul foon take her part 
 
 With the celeftial choir. 2 How 
 
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 2 Hew do the peaceful regions ring, 
 
 With one melodious voice ! 
 And all their fongs are to my King, 
 And (hall not I rejoice? 
 
 3 Awake my foul and join the fong f 
 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 Eternity w'ont be too long 
 
 To make his glories known. 
 
 HYMN CXVII. 
 
 1 A THOUSAND foes prepare to war, 
 JTjL again ft a feeble faint ; 
 
 Jefus in mv behalf appear, 
 
 And cheer me left I faint. 
 
 2 Give me an heart divore'd from fin, 
 
 Shut up from worldly care ; 
 Conftant, fmcere, and fervent in 
 The exercife of pray'r. 
 
 3. Watchful in ev'ry work and word, 
 
 Ready to fpeak thy praife; 
 Arm'd with thy fpirit's two edg'd fword, 
 
 And clotiY d with ev'ry grace. 
 
 4 FilTd with a godly filial fear, 
 
 A conftant jealous care ; 
 Left I from the right path fhould err, 
 Or fall into a fnare. 
 
 5 To ev'ry earthly objeft dead; 
 
 Alive to things above ; 
 
 Conformed 
 
( Hi ) 
 
 Conformed unto my living head, 
 
 And fili'd with bin rung Io\e. 
 
 6 Let furious heats no more moleft, 
 
 Nor paflions chafe my mind ; 
 Quench all ill tempers in my bre^it, 
 And make me meek and kind. 
 
 7 Grant me a ferious, fober mind, 
 
 From levity fet free; 
 That I may mew to all mankind 
 Thine image, Lord in me. 
 
 8 AfTume in me thy dwelling place, 
 
 Thy temple and thy throne ; 
 Then ftubborn felf mall bend to grace, 
 And Antichriil fall down. 
 
 H Y M N CXVIII. 
 
 The Infant Saviour; 
 
 i, T T ARK! whence that found, hark! hark! the 
 JLjL jo v f U 1 Iho u t i n gs ; 
 
 See! fee! what fplen'ior fpreads its beams around us, 
 Turning dark midnight into noon-tide glory, 
 
 As it approaches, 
 
 2. With pomp maieftic, lee the heav'nly yifion, 
 Slowly defcending; whilft attendant angels, 
 Pour acclamations; and celeftial chauntings, 
 
 Wake our attention. 
 
 3. Fear 
 
( Ho ) 
 
 3. Fear not ye fhepherds, 'tis the Prince of Peace 
 Full of compafiion--full of love and pity: [comes, 
 Bringing falvation, for the loft of mankind; 
 
 For nlin'd nature. 
 
 4. Go pay your homage to your infant Savio \ 
 Laid in a manger; view the Lord of glory, 
 Meanly attended; yet the great Redeemer ! 
 
 Yon flar mail guide you. 
 
 5. Give God the glory, all ye hofts celeftial, 
 Peace dwells on earth, and man enjoys his favour; 
 Rais'd from death's dungeon— heir to life eternal, 
 
 Through a Mediator. 
 
 6. O! may impreflions of his boundlefs mercy, 
 Ever remind me, of my grateful duty; 
 
 Sweet the employment to proclaim H 1 s goodnefs, 
 
 And fmg Hispraifes. 
 
 HYMN 119. The Promis'd Land. 
 
 1. T7 A R from thefe narrow fcenes of night, 
 JL Unbounded glories rife, 
 
 And realms of infinite delight, 
 Unknown to mortal eyes. 
 
 2. There pain and ficknefs never eoine, 
 
 And grief no more complains; 
 Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
 And cndlefs plcafure reigns. 
 
 No cloud thofe blifsful regions know, 
 For ever bright and fair! 
 
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 For fin, the fource of mortal woe, 
 Can never enter there. 
 
 4. There no alternate night is known, 
 
 Nor fun's faint fickly ray ; 
 But glory from the facred throne 
 Spreads everlafting day. 
 
 5. O may the heav'nly profpefl: fire 
 
 Our hearts with ardent love, 
 Till wings of faith, and ftrongdefire, 
 Bear evry thought above. 
 
 6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine 
 
 For thy bright courts on high; 
 Then bid our fpirits rife and join 
 
 The chorus of the Iky. 
 
 HYMN 120. 
 
 1 HP HE RE is a land of living joy, 
 
 X Beyond the utmoft fkies, 
 
 Where fcenes of blifs without alloy, 
 In boundlefs profpecls rife. 
 
 t. High feated on a blazing throne 
 
 Th' eternal God appears, 
 Puts all his fmiling glories on, 
 
 And awes at once, and chears. 
 
 3. The flaughter'd Lamb at his right hand 
 
 Affumes his royal feat, 
 Adoring Angels round him ftand, 
 
 His minifters of ftate. 
 
 4. Each 
 
( H7 ) 
 
 4* Each bread with flrong devotion glows, 
 
 Love ev'ry heart infpires, 
 While God's own Spirit gently blows, 
 
 And fans thofe holy fires. 
 
 £. In ftrains celeftial ev'ry tongue 
 
 Shall God's high praife proclaim : 
 And all in concert join the fong 
 
 Of Mofes and the Lamb. 
 
 6. The Hallelujahs once begun 
 
 No paufe nor end (hall know, 
 But joy and harmony in one 
 Perpetual tranfport flow, 
 
 7. A conflant bloom in ev'ry face, 
 
 Shall age and death defy ; 
 And grace, free grace, rich, boundlefs grace 
 Shall always be the cry. 
 
 HYMN 121. 
 
 1 /^OME Lord and warm each languid heart, 
 
 V^ Infpire each lifelefs tongue; 
 And let the joys of Heav'n impart 
 Their influence to our fong. 
 
 2. Then to the fhining feats of blifs 
 
 The wings of faith fhall foar, 
 And all the charms of Paradife 
 
 Our raptur'd thoughts explore. 
 
 3. Pleafures unfully'd flourifh there, 
 
 Beyond the reach of time ; 
 Not blooming Eden fmil'd fo fair 
 
 In all her flow'ry prime. 4. Sorrow 
 
( M« ) 
 
 4. Sorrow and pain and ev'rv care, 
 
 And difcord there fhall ceafe ; 
 And perfecl: joy and love fincere 
 Adorn the realms of peace. 
 
 5. The foul from fin for ever free, 
 
 Shall mourn it's pov/r no more; 
 But cloth '3 in fpotlefs purify, 
 Redeeming love adore. 
 
 6. There fhall the followers of the Lamb 
 
 Join in immortal fongs ; 
 And endlefs honours to his name 
 Employ their tuneful tongues: 
 
 7. Lord, tune our hearts to praife and love, 
 
 Our feeble notes infpire; 
 Till in thy blifsful courts above 
 We join th' Angelic choir. 
 
 HYMN 122. 
 
 1. npHERE is a land of pure delight, 
 
 JL Where Saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleafures banifh pain. 
 
 2. There everlafling fpring abides, 
 
 And never with'ring flow'rs ; 
 Death like a narrow fea divides 
 This heav'nly land from ours. 
 
 3. Sweet fields beyond the fwelling flood, 
 
 Stand drefl in living green ; 
 
 S* 
 
( M9 ) 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan flood, 
 While Jordan roll'd between. 
 
 4. But tim'rous mortals ftart and fhrink 
 
 To crofs this narrow fea, 
 
 And linger fhiv'ring on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 5. Oh, could we make our doubts remove, 
 
 Thofe gloomy doubts that rife, 
 And fee the Canaan that we love 
 With unbeclouded eyes ! 
 
 6. Could we but climb where Mofes flood, 
 
 And view the landfcape o'er, 
 Not Jordan's flreams, nor Death's cold floou, 
 Should {right us from the more. 
 
 HYMN 123. The humble Worfhip of Heavec 
 
 1. "U'ATHER, I long, I faint to fee 
 
 JL The place of thine abode; 
 I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee 
 Up to thy feat, my God! 
 
 a. Here I behold thy diflant face, 
 
 And 'tis a pleafing fight : * 
 
 But to abide in thine embrace 
 
 Is infinite delight. 
 
 3. I'd part with all the joys of fenfe, 
 
 To gaze upon thy throne ; 
 Pleafure (prings freft for ever thence, 
 
 Unfpeakablc, unknown. 
 
 N 4. There 
 
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 4. There all the heav nly hofts are Teen, 
 
 In (hining ranks they move, 
 And drink immortal vigour in, 
 With wonder and with love. 
 
 5. Then at thy feet, with awful fear, 
 
 Th' adoring armies fall ; 
 With joy they flirink to Nothing there, 
 Before th' Eternal All. 
 
 6. There I would vie with all the hoft, 
 
 In duty and in blifs, 
 
 While lefs than nothing I could boaf}, 
 And vanity confe fs. 
 
 7. The more thy glories flrike mine eyes, 
 
 The humbler I (hall lie ; 
 Thus while I fink, my joys (hall rife 
 Uniheafurably high. 
 
 H Y M N 124. 
 
 1. TOEHOLD! the bright morning appear?. 
 JLJ And Jefus revives from the grave ; 
 
 His rifing removes all our fears, 
 A id mews him almighty to lave, 
 v ftrong were his tears and his cries I 
 ■ worth of his blood how divine ! 
 How ft his facrifice is, 
 
 Who role, tha' he fuffer'd for fin! 
 
 2. The man who was crowned with thorns, 
 The man who on Calvary dy'd, 
 
 The 
 
( *£l 
 
 The ma bore fcourging and fcorns, 
 
 Whom finners agreed to deride; 
 
 forever is made, 
 And li led his pain; 
 
 s crowned his head, 
 K s of the Lamb that was fl; 
 
 3. Believing we fharein his joy; 
 B\ rake of his reft ; 
 
 can chearfully die ; 
 Icy . we hope to be blefl:. 
 
 T - es us regardlefs of fame, 
 
 And riches and honours defpife ; 
 We fuffer for Jefiis's name, 
 
 at dying with him we may rife. 
 
 4. We wait for his coming again, 
 To raife us In glory with him; 
 
 fhall obtain, 
 clothed with fhame. 
 ted and poor, 
 
 ir wan are no more ; 
 
 With Prin y then fhall be plac'd. 
 
 5. Then \t moil fully reward ' 
 
 He tal vours fc< 
 
 " Ye bleil r come near, 
 
 • ; 
 
 " T r pr'ei 
 
 k * For thofe who delight in his fom" 
 
( »5* ) 
 
 6. Then let us look forward to this, 
 
 And joyfully take up his crofs ; 
 His fervants fhall be where he is, 
 
 And all that we lofe is but drofs : 
 They're honour'd whom he fhall approve, 
 
 Their riches fhall never decay ; 
 Their joy is compleat in his love, 
 
 Their tears fhall be all wip'd away. 
 
 HYMN 19$. 
 
 1. TESUS drinks the bitter cup, 
 J The wine-prefs treads alone ! 
 
 Tears the graves and mountains up 
 
 By his expiring groan : 
 Lo the pow'rs of Heav'n he fhakei, 
 
 Nature in convulfion lies ; 
 Earth's profoundeft center quakes, 
 
 The Great Redeemer dies. 
 
 2. Dies the glorious caufe of all, 
 
 The true eternal Pan ; 
 Falls to raife us from our fall, 
 
 To ranfom finful man. 
 Well may Sol withdraw his light, 
 
 With the fuff'rer fympathize ; 
 Leave the world in fudden night, 
 
 While his Creator dies. 
 
 3. O my God, he dies for me ; 
 
 I feel the mortal fmart ! 
 See him hanging on a tree ! 
 
 A fight that breaks my heart ! 
 Oh that all to thee might turn ! 
 
 Sinners, 
 
( *53 ) 
 
 Sinners, ye may love him too ; 
 Look on him ye picre'd, and mourn 
 Tor him who bled for you ! 
 
 4. Weep 1 Qre and hp 
 
 ;ears o. 
 Sing, for Jelus is gone up, 
 
 And reigns enthron'd above. 
 Lives our head, to die no more, 
 Pow'Y is all to Jefus giv n ; 
 Worfhip'd as he was before, 
 
 1 L' immortal King of Heav'n. 
 
 H Y M N 126. 
 
 1. TESUS, my All to Heav'n is gone, 
 ^j He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
 
 His track I fee, and I'll purfue 
 
 The narrow way, till him I view, 
 
 2. The way the holy prophets went, 
 
 The road that leads from banifhmen: ; 
 The Kind's hi of holinefs, 
 
 I'll go, foi iths are peace. 
 
 3. Xo Orange proceed therein, 
 
 No lo \ t r of this world, and fin ; 
 no devouring care, 
 No Gn, w mall be there ; 
 
 4. No; Nothi up thereon 
 
 But tra . n I be one; 
 
 jWayfaring men to Canaan bound, 
 .all only in thlsway be found. 
 
 J. This 
 
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 5. 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. 
 
 6. The more I ftrove againft its pow'r, 
 
 I finn'd and {tumbled but the more ; 
 Until I heard my Saviour fay, 
 
 " Come hither, foul, I am the Way." 
 
 7. Lo glad I come, and thou bleft Lamb, 
 
 Will take me to thee as I am ; 
 Nothing but fin I thee can give, 
 
 Nothing but love would I receive. 
 
 8. Then will I tell to finners round, , 
 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
 
 And fay, " Behold the way to God!" 
 
 H Y MN 127. The happinefs of being with Chrift, 
 
 1. "TXT" H I L E on the verge of life I Hand, 
 V V And view the fcene on either hand, 
 
 My fpirit ftruggles with my clay, 
 
 And longs to wing its flight away. 
 
 «. Where Jefus dwells my foul would be ; 
 
 And faints my much lov'd Lord to fee ; 
 Earth, twine no more about my heart, 
 For 'tis far better to depart. 
 
 3. Come ye angelic convoys come, 
 
 And lead the willing pilgrim home ; 
 
 Ye 
 
( *55 ) 
 
 Ye know the way to Jefu's throne, 
 
 Source of my joys, and of your own. 
 
 4. That blifsful interview how fweet ! 
 To fall tranfported at his feet ! 
 
 Raised in his arms to fee his face, 
 
 Thro' the full beamings of his grace ! 
 
 5. As with a Seraph's voice to fing ! 
 
 To fly as on a Cherub's wing! 
 Performing with unweary'd hands 
 
 The prefent Saviour's high commands, 
 
 6. Yet with thefe profpe&s full in fight, 
 
 Well wait thy fignal for the flight ; 
 For while thy fervice we purfue, 
 
 We find a Heav'n begun below. 
 
 H Y M N 128. Salvation approaching. 
 
 f. A WAKE, ye Saints, and lift your eyes, 
 
 jTjL And raife your voices high, 
 Awake, and praife that fovVeign love 
 That fhews Salvation nigh. 
 
 ±. On all the wings of time it flies; 
 
 Each moment brings it near; 
 Then welcome each declining day, 
 
 And each revolving \ car. 
 
 3. Not many years their rounds fhall run, 
 
 Nor many mornings rife, 
 Ere all its glories Hand reveul'd 
 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 
 4. Ye 
 
( ^ 5 ) 
 
 4. Ye wheels of nature fp.eed your courfe; 
 
 Ye mortal pow'rs decay; 
 Fa i the night of death, 
 
 1 e bring eternal day. 
 
 H Y M N 129. Treafure in Heaven. 
 
 l. 7 UKE warm fouls, the foe grows ftronger, 
 
 .1 J See what holts your camp iurround! 
 Arm to battle, lag no longer; 
 
 Hark! the filver trumpets found! 
 Wak£, ye fleepers; wake! what mean you? 
 
 Sin befets you round about: 
 Up, and fearch; the world's within you; 
 
 Slay, or chafe the traytor out. 
 
 2. What enchants you? pelf? orpleafure? 
 Pluck right eyes; with right hands part: 
 
 Afk your confcience, where'* your treafure? 
 
 For be certain there's your heart. 
 Give the fawning foe no credit: 
 
 Lo! the bloody flag's unfurl 'd. 
 That bafe heart (the word hasfaid it) 
 
 Loves not God, that loves the world. 
 
 3. God and Mammon? Oh! be wifer! 
 Serve them both? it cannot be. 
 
 Eafe in warfare, Saint and Mifer, 
 
 Thefe will never well agree. 
 Shun the ihame of foullv falling 
 
 C umber 'd captives, clogg'd with clav; 
 Prove your faith; make fure vour calling: 
 
 Wield the fword; and win the day. 
 
 4. Forward 
 
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 4. Forward prefs towards perfection: 
 
 Watch, and pray; and all things prove; 
 Seek to know your God's ele&ion; 
 
 Search his everlafting love. 
 Dread backfliding, fcorn diflembling. 
 
 Now Salvation's near in view; 
 Work it out with fear and trembling; 
 
 'Tis your God that works in you. 
 
 HYMN CXXX. 
 
 Dismiss 10 x. 
 
 1 . T"\ IS MISS us with thy blefling, Lord, 
 JL/ Help us to feed upon thy word. 
 
 All that has been amifs forgive; 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
 2. Tho' we are guilty thou art good. 
 Wafh all our works in Jem's blood. 
 
 Give ev'rv fetter'd foul releafe; 
 And bid us all depart in peace. 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. 
 
 1. ^\ NCE more before we part, 
 V^/ We'll blefs the Saviour's name. 
 
 Record his mercies, ev'ry heart; 
 Sing, ev'ry tongue, the fame. 
 
 2. Hoard up his facred word, 
 And feed thereon, and grow: 
 
 Go on, and feck to know the Lord; 
 And practife what you know, 
 
 O HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXXXII. 
 
 The Christian Armour. 
 
 l- /^ IRD thy loins up, chriftian foldier, 
 
 V_X Lo! thy Captain calls thee out; 
 Let the danger make thee bolder ; 
 
 War in weaknefs, dare in doubt : 
 Buckle on thy heav'nly armour, 
 
 Patch up no inglorious peace : 
 Let thy courage wax the warmer, 
 
 As thy loes and fears infcreafe, 
 
 2. Bind thy golden girdle round thee, 
 
 Truth to keep thee firm and tight ; 
 Never fhall the foe confound thee 
 
 While the truth maintains thy fight. 
 Righteoufnefs within thee rooted 
 
 Mud appear to take thy part, 
 Righteoufnefs by G O D imputed 
 
 Is the breaft plate for the heart. 
 
 3. Shod with gofpel -preparation 
 
 In the paths of promife tread, 
 Let the hope of free falvation, 
 
 As a helmet guard thy head. 
 When befet with various evils, 
 
 Wield the Spirit's two edg'd fword;' 
 Cut thy way thro' hofls of Devils : 
 
 While they fall before the Word. 
 
 4. But when dangers clofer threaten, 
 
 And thy foul draws near to death ; 
 When affaulted fore by Satan, 
 
 Then objeft the flueld of faith : Fi'ry 
 

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 Fi'ry darts of fierce temptations, 
 
 Intercepted by thy GOD, 
 There fhall lofe their force in patience, 
 
 Sheath'd in love, and quenclvd in blood. 
 
 5. Tho' to fpeak thou be not able, 
 
 Always pray, and never reft ; 
 Pray Vs a weapon for the feeble, 
 
 Weakeft fouls can wield it beft. 
 Ever on thy Captain calling, 
 
 Make thv worft condition known; 
 He fhall hold thee up when falling, 
 
 Or fhall lift thee up when down. 
 
 H Y M N CXXXXIII. 
 
 1. T_TO\V tedious and taftelefs the hours, 
 JTl When JESUS no longer I fee ! 
 
 Sweet profpefts, fweet birds, and fweet flow'rs^ 
 Have loft all their fweetnefs with me : 
 
 The mid-fumrner fun mines but dim, 
 The fields drive in, vain to look gav ; 
 
 Beit when I am happy in him, 
 December's as pleafant as May, 
 
 2. His name yields the richeft perfume, 
 And fweeter than mufic his voice ; 
 
 His prefence difperfes my gloom, 
 And makes all within me rejoice : 
 
 I mould were he always thus nigh, 
 Have nothing to wifh or to fear; 
 
 No mortal fo happy as I, 
 
 My fummer would laft all the year. 
 
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 3. Content wi*h beholding: his face, 
 ^ My all to his pleasure reftgriU; 
 No changes of feafon or place, 
 
 VV oUla make any change in my mind : 
 While bleft with a fenfe of his love, 
 
 A palace a toy would appear; 
 AueJprifons would palaces prove, 
 
 If J E S U S would dwell with me there 
 
 4, Dear LORD, if indeed, lam thine, 
 
 If thou art my fun and my fong; 
 Say, why do I languifh and pine, 
 
 And why are my winters fo long ? 
 O drive thefe dark clouds from my fky, 
 
 Thy foul-chearing prefence reftore ; 
 Or take me unto thee on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more, 
 
 HYMN CXXXIV. 
 
 *• T> EJOICE, the LORD is King, 
 
 .XV. Your GOD and King adore ; 
 Mortals give thanks and fing, 
 
 And triumph evermore : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
 
 Rejoice ; again I fay, Rejoice ! 
 
 2. J E S U S the S A V I O U R reigns, 
 The G O D 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. 
 
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 3. His kingdom cannot fail, 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; 
 e keys of death and hell 
 Are to our JESUS giv'n : 
 
 up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
 Rejoice ; again I fay, Rejoice. 
 
 4. He fits at G O D'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. 
 
 5. He all his fees fhall quell, 
 Shall all our fins deftrov , 
 
 And ev'ry bofom fwell 
 
 With pure feraphic joy : 
 Lift up your hearts, lift up ?our voice : 
 
 Rejoice ; again I fay. Rejoice. 
 
 6. Rejoice in glorious hope, 
 JESUS the Judge fhalT come, 
 
 And take his fervants up 
 
 To their eternal home : 
 We foon fhall hear th' Arch-angel's voice, 
 
 The trump of G OD fhall found, Rejoice. 
 
 H Y M N CXXXV. 
 
 RCY COMES TO THE MISERABLE 
 
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 AN we behold without amaze 
 
 Our dear REDEE M E R's love ? 
 
 Moll llloua arc all his \v ti 
 
 His goodnefs (bines above. 
 
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 5. To mortal worms he (hows his grace, 
 
 And makes his mercies known ; 
 On us the glories of his face 
 
 Moll wond roufly have Ihone, 
 
 3. 'Tis of his mercy that we live, 
 
 And favours thus poffefs ; * 
 
 'Tis mercy freely doth us give 
 The gift of righteoufhefs. 
 
 4. Mercy doth tc trfe Wod&lefs come, 
 Or we could not receive ; 
 
 In the REDEEMER there is room 
 For tinners who believe. 
 
 g. Mercy refpe&s mere'wretchednefs, 
 
 And perfect miferv ; 
 CHRIST liv'd, dy'd, rofe, poor men to blefs. 
 
 And fet the helplefs free. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVL 
 
 The same. 
 
 1. A yT^ R C Y is welcome news indeed^ 
 1VJL To tl fart; ginity fraud : 
 
 that feel whit help they need, 
 WjU iefs the helping hand. 
 
 2. Who rightly would his alms difpofe, 
 Maft give them to the Poor : 
 
 None but the Wounded patient 1. 
 The comforts of Ins cure. 
 
 
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 3- Wc aJl I ainfl our GOD; 
 
 E . A\ : 
 
 ] heavier! load, 
 ill prize forgi 
 
 4. No rcck'ning can we rightly keep ; 
 
 For who the Turns can know ? 
 Some fou!s,are fifty pieces deep • 
 
 And fome five a I pwfe. 
 
 £. But let oui be what they mav 7 
 
 However great, or final! ; 
 As foon as we ha^, lit to pay, 
 
 Our LORD forgives us all. 
 
 6. Tis perfect poverty alone, 
 
 That lets the fou! at large ; 
 While we can call one mite our own,. 
 
 We have no full difc! 
 
 HYMN CXXXVII. 
 
 1. T TAFPY foul! that hears and foliov/s 
 ±Tjl 1 K S US {peaking in his word : 
 
 Paul, and Cephas, arid Apollos, 
 
 All a: I ]< I § 1 the L O Pv I>. 
 
 EvYy I i.owc'er diftn I 
 
 Shall I e J n '.'.: in the end; 
 nance a bleffin 
 
 E\ \\ Pj ice a friend. 
 
 2. Chriftian icher, 
 H' 
 
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 n no man's parts or merit, 
 But behold the gofpd plan : 
 JESUS fends his Holy Spirit ; 
 And the Spirit fends the man. 
 
 3. Elefs dear LORD, each lab'ring fervanf, 
 
 Blefs the work they undertake ; 
 Make them able, faithful, fervent ; 
 
 Blefs them for thy church's fake. 
 All things for our good are given, 
 
 Comforts, croffes, ftafFs, or rods ; 
 All is ours in earth and Heaven ; 
 
 We are CHRIST'S; and CHRIST is GOD's- 
 
 H Y M N CXXXVIIL 
 
 Temptation. 
 
 2. "VT^ tempted fouls, rcPiecT: 
 
 X Whofe name 'tis you profefs ;;. 
 
 Your matter's lot you mull expect, 
 Temptations more or lefs. 
 
 2. Dream not of faith fo cl^ar 
 
 As ihurs all doubting out; 
 Remember Satan once could dare 
 
 To tempt ev-n CHRIST to doubt. 
 
 3. " If thou'rt the Son of GOD, 
 
 (O, what an I F was there !) 
 " Thefe ftones here fpeak them into food, 
 " And make that fonfhip clear.-'" 
 
 4. View that amazing fcene ! 
 
 Say, could the tempter try To 
 
To fnake a tree fo found, fo green ? 
 Good GOD, defend the dry. 
 
 £. Think not he now will fail 
 
 To make us Ihrink and droop ; 
 Our faith he daily will aifail, 
 
 And dafh curve. e. 
 
 6. That impious I F he thus 
 
 At GOD Incarnate threw, 
 No wonder if he call at Us, 
 And make us feel it too. 
 
 7. To caufe defpair's the fcope 
 
 Of Satan and his pow'rs ; 
 Againfl hope to believe in hope, 
 My brethren, mull be ours. 
 
 8. Buts, Ifs, and Hows are huiTd, 
 
 To fink us with the gloom 
 Of al! that's difmal in this world, 
 Or in the world to come. 
 
 9. But here's our point of reft; 
 
 Tho' hard the batrle feem, 
 Our captain flood the fi'rv tell, 
 And we (hall ftarid thro' him. 
 
 II Y :,[ N CXXXIX. 
 
 New Year's Day. 
 
 i. /^VXCE more the conftant fun, revolving round 
 
 V^/ his fphere, 
 
 His Ready dourfe-has run. and brings another year : 
 
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 He rifes, fets, but goes not back; 
 Nor ever quits his deftin'd track. 
 
 2. Hence let believers learn to keep a forward pace; 
 Be this our main concern, to finifh well our race. 
 BackfliJings fhun, with patience prefs 
 Towards the fun of righteoufnefs. 
 
 3. Whatnowfhallbeourtafk? or rather what our pray 'r? 
 What good thing {hall we afk, to profper this new year? 
 With one accord our hearts we'll lift ; 
 
 And afk our LORD fome new-year's gift. 
 
 4. No trifling gift or fmall fhould friends of 
 
 C H R I S T defire ; 
 Rich L OR D, beftow on all pure gold, well try'd 
 
 by fire ; 
 Faith that ftands faft, when devils roar ; 
 And love which lafts for evermore. 
 
 HYMN CXL. 
 
 The Prodigal. 
 
 1. "^T O ^ r f° r a wond'rous fong ! 
 X^l (Keep diftance ye profane, 
 
 Be filent each unhallow'd tongue ; 
 Nor turn the truth to bane.) 
 
 2. The prodigal's return'd, 
 
 Th' apoftate bold and bafe ; 
 That all his father's counfels fpurn'd, 
 
 And lonir abus'd his urace. 
 
 3. What 
 
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 g. What treatment fince he came? 
 
 Love tenderly exprefs"d: 
 What robe is brought to hide his flume ? 
 
 The bed, the very beft. 
 
 4. Rich food the fervants bring; 
 
 Sweet mufic charms his ears : 
 See what a beauteous coftly ring, 
 The beggar's finger wears ! 
 
 5. Ye elder fons, be Hill ; 
 
 Give no bad paflion vent, 
 My brethren, 'tis our father's will, 
 And you mufl be content. 
 
 6. All that he has is yours ; 
 
 Rejoice then, not repine : 
 That love that all your ftates fecures, 
 That love has alter'd mine. 
 
 7. Good GOD, are thefe thy ways? 
 
 If rebels thus are freed, 
 And favour'd with peculiar grace, 
 Grace mull be free indeed. 
 
 H Y M N CXLI. 
 
 Saving Faith. 
 
 i- / TH I H E finner that truly believes, 
 
 X And truils in his crucify 'd GOD, 
 His juftification receives, 
 
 Redemption in full through his blood : 
 
 Tho' 
 
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 Tho' thoufands'and thoufands of foes, 
 
 Againft him in malice unite, 
 Their rage he through CHRIST can oppofr, 
 
 Led forth by the Spirit to fight, 
 
 2. The faith that unites to the Lamb, 
 
 And brings fuch falvation as this, 
 Is more than mere notion, or name, 
 
 The work of G O D's Spirit it is : 
 A principle* aftive and young, 
 
 That lives under preflure and load ; 
 That makes out of weaknefs more (trong, 
 
 And draws the foul upward to GOD. 
 
 3. It treads on the world and on hell ; 
 
 It vanquishes death and defpair ; 
 And (what is ftill ftranger to tell) 
 
 It overcomes Heaven by pray'r ; 
 Permits a vile worm of the duft, 
 
 With G O D to commune as a friend, 
 To hope his forgivenefs as juft, 
 
 And look for his love to the end. 
 
 4. It fays to the mountains Depart, 
 
 That ftand betwixt GOD and the foul : 
 It binds up the broken in heart, 
 
 And makes their fore confciences whole ; 
 Bids fins of a crimfon like dye, 
 
 Be fpotlefs as fnow, and as white, 
 And makes fuch a (inner as I 
 
 As pure as an Angel of Light. 
 
 HYMN 
 
H Y M N CXLII. 
 
 The Outcasts of Israel. 
 
 x. T ORD, pity outcafts vile and bafs, 
 JL^J The pour dependants on thy grace, 
 
 faints withftood, 
 
 For these too bad, for those too good, 
 Condemned, or fhun'd by all. 
 
 2. Tho' faithful Abr'ham us rejecl, 
 And tho' his ranfom'd race, cU 
 
 A -rree to give > j 
 
 Thou art our Father, and thy name 
 From everlaAing is I .e ; 
 
 On that we build our hope. 
 
 H Y M N CXLIII. 
 
 C II R I st's Sjb s u r r ect I o k. 
 
 i. T T PR I SING from the darkfome tomb 
 
 \^J See the victorious Jefus come ! 
 Th' Almighty prisoner quits the pris'n, 
 And angels tell, the Lord is ris'n : 
 
 Angels, angels, angels, angels, 
 
 Angels tell the Lord is ris ? n. 
 
 2. Believers, hail your rifing Head ; 
 The firlt begotten from the dead ; 
 Your retun re, thro' his, 
 
 To endlefs life, and llefs blifs: 
 
 idlefs, endlefs, 
 
 llcfs blifs. 
 P HYMN 
 
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 II V M N CXLIV. 
 
 Christ the believer's All. 
 
 l. T AMB of GOD, we fall before thee, 
 
 JLrf Humbly trusting in thy crofs ; 
 That alone be all our glory, 
 
 All things elfe are dung and drofs, 
 Thee we own a perfect Saviour ; 
 
 Only fource of all that's good : 
 EvVy grace and ev'ry favour, 
 
 Come to us thro' JESU's blood. 
 
 2. JESUS gives us true repentance, 
 By his Spirit fent from Heav n ; 
 
 JESUS whifpers this fweet fentence, 
 " Son, thy fins are all forgiv'n !" 
 
 Faith he gives us to believe it : 
 
 Grateful hearts his love to prize. 
 
 Want we wifdom ? he mufl give it ; 
 Hearing ears, and feeing eyes. 
 
 3. JESUS gives us pure affections; 
 Wills to do what lie requires : 
 
 Makes us follow his directions ; 
 
 And what he commands infpires. 
 All our pray'rs, and all our praifes 
 
 Rightly ofFer'd in his name, 
 He that dictates them, is JESUS; . 
 'He that anfwers, is the fame. 
 
 4. ■ When we live on JESU's merit, 
 Then we wormip Go I aright; 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Spii 
 Tlttg we gly unite. 
 
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 Hear the whole conclufion of it • 
 Orcat or good whate er we call 
 
 ^Chnft, or Prieit; or Prophet 
 JESUS CHRIST i, all in all. 
 
 H Y M X CXLV. 
 
 Faith a.vd Repe.vtaxce.. 
 
 -• pSUSisourGod; and Saviour, " 
 f .; truide, and counfelle'r, and friend 
 Bcanng all our mjftehaviour 
 
 K';H and loving to the c 
 
 iftjun, he yuTnot decei 
 
 He will never, never leave us, 
 Unlefs we do firii leave him. 
 
 2. View him in the doleful garden ; 
 View him on the blood . 
 
 Dearly purchafing a pardon, 
 
 For his people full and free. 
 View him now in heaven fitting, 
 
 Interceding for us there, 
 Not a moment intermitting 
 
 His compaflion and his care. 
 
 3, Nothing but thy blood, O JESU 
 Cati relieve us from our fmart ; 
 
 ling elfe from guilt releafe us; 
 Nothing elfe can melt the htv 
 Law terrors do but harden, 
 
 All the white th 
 But a fenfe Aon 
 
 Soon did 
 
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. Tls a fafe, tW deep cnr.punfuon, 
 
 Thy repenth : i 
 
 Love and grief co '• 
 
 >th to • ' liea " 
 
 elefs to tlv r 
 And repentance • 
 Is a ibre, that never healing 
 ■s and rankles unto dea 
 
 ■**>] e thefov'reign good ; 
 
 Love, and faith, and hope, and patience, 
 Gorne to us thro' thine own blood : 
 
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 Freely thou delights to give them, 
 To the needy who have none. 
 
 6. Teach us* by thy patient Spirit, 
 
 How to mourn, and not defpaif: 
 Let us, leaning on thy merit, 
 
 Wreftle hard with God in pray'r. 
 Whatfoe'er afflictions feize us, 
 
 They fhall profit, if not pleafe ; 
 But defend, defend us, JESUS, 
 
 From fecurity and eafe. 
 
 •?, Softly to thy garden lead us, 
 
 To behold thy bloody fweat : 
 Tho' thou from the curie hafl freed us, 
 
 Let us not the cofl forget : 
 Be thy groans and cries rehcarfed 
 
 By the Spirit, in our ears, 
 Till we, viewing whom we've pierced, 
 
 Mel: in fympathetic tears. HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CXLVL 
 
 1. /^OME ye Chriftians, fiftg the praifes 
 V^y Of your condefcending GOD; 
 
 Come, and hymn the holy JESUS, / 
 
 Who hath wafh'd us in his blood. 
 We are poor, and weak, and filly, 
 
 And to ev'rv evil prone ; 
 Yet our JESUS loves us freely, 
 
 And receives us for his own. 
 
 2. Tho' we're mean in man's opinion, 
 CHRIST hath made us priefts and kings: 
 
 Pow'r, and glory, and dominion 
 
 To the Lamb, the finner fings. 
 Leprous fouls, unfound and filthy, 
 
 Come before him as vou are ; 
 Tis the fick man, not the healthy, 
 
 Needs the good phyfician's care. 
 
 3. Hear the terms that never vary; 
 " To repent, and to believe ; :> 
 
 Both of thefe are neceffary, 
 
 Both from JESUS we receive: 
 Would'ft thou be a Chriftian ? ponder 
 
 Thefe in thine impartial mind ; 
 And let no man put afunder 
 
 What the LORD has wifely joinU 
 
 4. Oh ! beware of fondly thinking 
 God accepts thee for thy tears ; 
 
 Are the fhip-wreck'd fav'd by finking ? 
 Can the ruin'd rife by fears ? 
 
 P 3 Oh! 
 
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 Oh! beware of truft ill-grounded? 
 
 ? Tis but fancv'd faith at moft, 
 To be cur'd, and not be wounde'd ; 
 
 To be fav'd before you're loft. 
 
 5. No big words of empty talker 
 
 No dry doftrine will fuffice ; 
 Broken hearts, and humble walkers, 
 
 Thcfe are 1 TESU'seves: 
 
 Tinkling, founds of difputation r 
 
 Naked knowledge ail are vain; 
 Ev'rv foul that gains falvation 
 
 Muft. and fiiall be born again* 
 
 H Y M N CXLVIL 
 
 1. ET us afk th' important quefiion. 
 X-J (Brethren be not too feeui 
 
 What it is to be a Chriilian ? 
 
 How we 1 r heart re ? 
 
 Vain is all our belt -devi'iiou. 
 
 If on falfe foundations built ; 
 True religion's more than notio 
 
 Something muft be known arid fclfc 
 
 2. 'Tis to truft, bur 
 
 In his blood I 
 '"Tis to hop 
 
 Th-)' we feel it rife within : 
 To believe that all is finim'd, 
 luch remains t' e 
 Find the d itiminiih 
 
 Yet to hold deli re. 
 
 3. 'Tis 
 
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 3. 'Tis to credit con traditions ; 
 
 Talk with him one never fees ; 
 Cry and groan beneath afFliftions, 
 
 Yet to dread the thoughts of* eafe 
 5 Tis to feel the ; ift us, 
 
 Yet the vifi'rv hope to gain : 
 To believe that CHRIST has cleans'd r 
 leprofy remain. 
 
 'Tis to hear the II :it 
 
 to fecret prav'r ; 
 rejoice in JESL 1 if, 
 
 Yet continual fon ar: 
 
 receive a full rerniffion 
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 h (ore contriti 
 mercy c >ur. 
 
 5. (led fa ft in beli( 
 
 Yet to tremble, fear, and qua!;e ; 
 Ev'ry moment i e reo 
 
 Si tys weal 
 
 To b? fighting, fleeing, turning, 
 
 . yet to fwiin ; 
 To conver 
 
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 H Y I CXLVIIl. 
 
 Fo I'M AS. 
 
 j. AS fhephferds in Je\* 
 
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 An angel from Heaven prefented to fight. 
 And thus he accofted the watchers by night ; 
 Difpel all your forrows, and baniih your fears. 
 For Jefus your Saviour in Jewry appears. 
 
 2. Tho' Adam the firft in rebellion was found, 
 Forbidden to tarry on hallowed ground ; 
 
 Yet Adam the fecond appears to retrieve 
 The lofs you fuftain'd by the Devil and Eve- 
 Then fhepherds be tranquil this inftant arife, 
 Go vifit your Saviour, and fee where he lies. 
 
 3. A token I leave you, whereby you may find 
 This heavenly ftranger, this friend to mankind ; 
 A manger's his cradle, a flail his abode, 
 
 The oxen are near him, and blow on your God. 
 Then fhepherds be humble, be meek, and lie low, 
 For Jefus your Saviour's abundantly fo. 
 
 4. This wonderful ftory fcarce cool'd on the ear, 
 Wiien thoufands of angels in glory appear; 
 They join in the concert, and this was the theme, 
 All glory to God, and good will towards men. 
 Then fhepherds ftrike in, join your voice to the 
 
 choir, 
 And catch a few fparks of celeftial fire. 
 
 5. Hofanna ! the angels in extacy cry, 
 Hofanna ! the wondering fhepherds reply ; 
 Salvafion, redemption, are center'd in one, 
 
 . All glory to God for the birth of his Son. 
 
 Then fhepherds, adieu, we commend you to God; 
 % Go vifit the Son in his humble abode. 
 
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 6. To Bethlehem city the (hephe 
 
 mat ion of what thev had heard ; 
 nerd tl >le with t fo ci 
 
 njdpMge it 
 
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 i. /^tOIvIE, ig, 
 
 V^/ Help us thy name to fin 
 Help us to praife ! 
 
 all-glorious, 
 O'er all victorious, 
 
 ne, and reign over us, 
 
 r OF DAYS. 
 
 2. JESUS, our LORD, arife, 
 
 emies, 
 
 l fall ! 
 Let thine ; v aid 
 
 Our fure defence he made. 
 Our funis i be ftay'd : 
 
 LORD, hear our call! 
 
 3. Come, thou I d, 
 
 "Gird on thy n 
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 4. 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 ! 
 
 ,5. To the great One in Three, 
 Eternal praifes be, 
 
 Hence-— evermore ! 
 His fovreign Majefty 
 May we in glory fee,- 
 And to eternity, 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 H Y M N CL. Psalm 17. 
 
 1. T O RD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove 
 1 j My faith, my patience, and my love : 
 When men of fpight again ft me join, 
 
 They are the fword, the hand is thine. 
 
 2. Their hope and portion lie below, 
 ; Fis all the happinefs they know, 
 
 'Tis 3]] they feek ; they take their Chares, 
 And leave the reft among their heirs. 
 
 What finners value, I refign ; 
 L O R D, 'tis enough that thou art ni 
 I {hall behold thy blifsful face, 
 
 And Hand compleat in rightcoufnefs. 
 
 4. This 
 
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 4. This life's a dream, an empty fhc- 
 
 But the bright world to which I go, 
 Hath joys fubftantial and Gncere ; 
 
 When (hall I wake and find me there ? 
 
 5. O glorious hour ! O bled abode ! 
 
 I (hall be near, and like my God ! 
 And flelh and fin no more controul 
 The facred pictures of the foul. 
 
 6. My flefh fiiall fl umber in the ground, 
 
 Till the laft trumpet's joyful found ; 
 Then burft the chains with fweet furprize, 
 
 id in my SAVIOUR'S image rife. 
 
 H Y M N CLI. 
 
 Praise to God through the whole 
 of our existence. 
 
 1. /^ O D of my life, thro' all my days, 
 
 VJT My grateful pow'rs would found thy praife ; 
 The fong (hall wake with op'ning light, 
 An le to the filent night. 
 
 2. When anxious cares would break my reft, 
 
 And grief would tear my throbbing breafr, 
 Thy tuneful praife I'll raife on high, 
 
 And check the murmur, and the figh. 
 
 3. When death o'er nature fiiall prevail, 
 
 And ail the pow'rs of la e fail ; 
 
 thro' my ( s ihail break, 
 
 And n .5 I cannot fpeak, 
 
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4. But O! when that lift c.csnfli£i'$ 0' 
 
 Wi tat glad accents {hall I ri1 
 
 To join the mafic of tht fkj 
 
 'hall I learn th' ex is, 
 
 lich echo thro' the he 
 uiknov, 
 The g! { Seraphs round th tie. 
 
 II Y M N CLII. 
 
 A welcome to Christian Friends. 
 
 1 XT' INDRED in CHRIST, for hi. dear 
 X\w A hearty welcome here nefcei /e ; 
 
 her now partake - 
 The joys which only he can give ! 
 
 2. To you and us by grace 'tis gi\ 'n, 
 
 To know the SAVIOUR's precious name ; 
 And fliortly we (hall u, 
 
 Our hope, our way, our end, the fame. 
 
 3. May he, by whofe kind care we meet, 
 
 Send his good Spirit from above, 
 Make our communications fweet, 
 
 And caufe our hearts to burn with love ! 
 
 4. F 
 
 When Ghnftians ice ea< lis; 
 
 We on! 
 
 W r or us, 
 
( i8* ) 
 
 5. We'll talk of all he did and faid, 
 And fuffer'd for us here below ; % 
 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
 And what he's doing for us now, 
 
 €. Thus, as the mo?nents pafs awav, 
 We'll love, and wonder and adore. 
 
 .LORD, haften on the glorious c 
 
 When we fhall meet to part no more! 
 
 HYMN CLIII. 
 
 To the Holy Ghost. 
 
 i.QTAY, thou infulted Spirit ftav; 
 
 O Tho' I have done thee fuch defpite 
 Call not a finner quite awav, 
 
 Nor take thine everlafting flight. 
 
 2. Tho' I have mod unfaithful been 
 
 Of all, whoe'er thy grace receiv'd, 
 Ten thoufand times thy goodnefs feen, 
 
 Ten thoufand times thy goodnefs griev'd: 
 
 3. ButO! the .chief of Tinners fpare, 
 
 In honour of my great high Prieft ; 
 Nor in thv righteous anger fwear 
 
 T' exclude me from thy people's reft. 
 
 4. If yet thou canft my fins forgive, 
 
 Ev n now OLORD, relieve my woe* : 
 Me to thy reft of love receive, 
 
 And blefs me with a calm repofe. 
 
 Ev'n 
 
( »«* ) 
 
 $. Ev'n now my weary foul releafe, 
 And raife m«*by thy gracious hand ; 
 
 Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
 
 And bring me to the promif'd land. 
 
 H Y M N CLIV. 
 
 IS THIS THY KINPNESS JO THY FRIEND? 
 
 1. T)OOR, weak, and worthlefs though I am, 
 
 JL I have a rich Almighty Friend ; 
 JESUS, the SAVIOUR, is his name, 
 He loves me freely without end, 
 
 ft. He ranfom'd me from hell with blood, 
 And by his pow'rrny foes controull 'd|~ 
 
 He found me wand'ring far from GOD, 
 And trough^ me to his chpfen fold, 
 
 3. He cheers my heart, my wants fupplies, 
 
 And fays that I fhall lhortly be 
 Enthron'd with him above the fkies, 
 
 Oh J what a Friend is C H R I S T to me ! 
 
 4. But ah ! my inward fpirit mourns ! 
 
 (And well mine eyes with tears may fwim) 
 To think of my perverfe returns ; 
 
 I've been a faithlefs friend to hirn, 
 
 5. Often my gracipus Friend I grieve, 
 
 Neglecl, diftruft, anddifobey; 
 And often Satan's lies believe, 
 
 Sooner th%n aU 4ny- Friend can fay. . . . . 
 
 6. He 
 
( *8 3 ) 
 
 6. He bids me always freely come, 
 
 And promifes whate'er I afk ; 
 But I am ftraiten'd, cold, and dumb. 
 And count my privilege a talk. 
 
 7. Before the world that hates his courfe, 
 
 My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with fhamc ; 
 Loth to forego the world's applaufe, 
 I hardly dare avow his name. 
 
 8. Sure were not I mofl vile and bafe, 
 
 I could not thus my Friend requite, 
 And were not He the G O D of grace, 
 
 He'd frown and fpurn me from his fight. 
 
 HYMN ^CLV. 
 
 1. HPHYlove, O JESUS! is a them* 
 JL That never never fhall grow old ; 
 
 That love which doth from fin redeem 
 
 Is new ten thoufand times thrice told. 
 
 «. Thy love makes us countall things lofs, 
 
 To fcorned poverty gives charms ; 
 Makes martyrs bold, e'en on the crofs, 
 
 And, finging triumph, reach thy arms. 
 
 3. When thy love glows upon the heart 
 
 Difgrace forgets her (hocking name ; 
 Affliftions lofe their deadly fmart, 
 And patience fmiles amidft the flame : 
 
 4. Salvation founds from racks and (lakes, 
 
 Hope blunts the f word's devouring edge ; 
 
 Q a Severeft 
 
( i«4 ) 
 
 Severeil torture jcy partakes 
 
 Of heav'nly bins the welcome pledge. 
 
 5 Broad Heav'n and earth fhall fing of thee,. 
 And their melodious numbers raife ; 
 
 We'll make thy name remember 'd be, 
 Th J eternal centre of all praife. 
 
 HYMN CLVI. 
 
 i. "\JT E nations hear, 'tis Heav'n doth call ;: 
 X Ye kings, ye Haves, of ev'ry tongue,, 
 Give ear ; the theme concerns you all ; 
 The great Salvation is my fong. 
 
 2. Tis not for this or t'other realm, 
 
 Tis no men mean contracted fcheme : 
 JLet ev'ry tongue adopt the Pfalm, 
 
 The common fafety is my theme. 
 
 3. The grand deliverance then difplay'd, 
 
 By GO D's dear Son, the prince of peace, 
 When rifmg from the grave, he (aid 
 To his elev'n, with lips of grace , 
 
 4. u Ye fee 1 live, who once was (lain : 
 
 " Tell all theworld the gladfome news, 
 " That GODis love, and loves all men, 
 " Barbarians, Greeks, as well as Jews. 
 
 5. " In deferts, towns, to ev'ry kind, 
 
 " O'er ev'iy mountain, ev'ry plain, 
 " Tell my Salvation's not confin'd 
 " To anv rank or fort of men. 
 
 6. " Speak 
 
( »8s ) 
 
 6. M Speak boldly in my name to all ; 
 
 " My word with equal force prevails 
 u On wife, on fools, on great, on fmall ; 
 " The mountains level, raife the vales. 
 
 7. " Regard not how the news will pleafe 
 
 " The fons of pride, who make their boaft 
 " Ofwifdom, wealth, and worldly eafe ; 
 " Nor think vour labour will be loft. 
 
 i 
 
 8. M Dream not in all th' apoftate race 
 
 44 A well difpofed heart to find, 
 11 To welcome, or improve my grace ; 
 
 44 Hope nothing from the human mind. 
 
 9. " The great reward of all my pain 
 
 44 Stands not on fuch precarious ground ; 
 " Or not one foul would life obtain, 
 
 44 And all my pangs be fruitlefs found. 
 
 iz. " He that furveys the heart of man, 
 
 44 Who teftifies 'tis only ill, 
 u Woul'd ne'er have form'd this faving plan 
 
 " On ought depending on his will ; 
 
 11. Yet G O D in mercv purpos'd hath, 
 
 " (And GOD's Salvation ftandeth fure) 
 44 To blefs all nations ; and my death 
 
 " Hath made their blefTednefs fecure. 
 
 12. M All my redeem'd furc mercies boaft, 
 44 For fo his will that fent me is, 
 
 14 That tii ;ave me be not loft, 
 
 •• B t rais J d at laft to endlefs blifs." 
 
 Q 3 13. The 
 
f 186 ) 
 
 *3 The grace of GOD in JESUS Aiowr, 
 Moil fure Salvation brings along. 
 
 4t Salvation to our G O D alone/' 
 Of ev'ry tribe fnall be the fong. 
 
 14. Is any heart fo black, fo fouf, 
 
 Excluded here ? 'tis furely mine : 
 
 But who's that narrow-hearted foul 
 
 G O D's common fafety dares confine? 
 
 *5- Who dares confine it unto them 
 
 Who boaft a will difpos'd t' embrace? 
 
 Who boaft a mind of better frame, 
 
 T' improve the influence of his grace i? 
 
 16. Who can by m~rit GOD prevent ? 
 
 Let him ftand forth for recommence £ 
 But, LOR D, to me for ever grant 
 Preventing grace as my defence. 
 
 17. Be that redemption min^ Tpray, 
 
 Which guilty men in J E S US fee? 
 That, with the whole redeenVd, I may 
 The praife of all afcribe to thee.. 
 
 HYMN CLVII. 
 
 1. A"V WHAT mail I do my SAVIOUR to praife>i 
 V_>/ So faithful and true, fo plenteous in grace, 
 
 So ftrong to deliver, fo good to redeem 
 The weakefi believer that hangs upon him. 
 
 2. How 
 
( »«7 ) 
 
 t. How happy the man whofe heart is fet free! 
 
 The people that can be joyful in ^hee! 
 Their jov is to walk in the light of thy face, 
 
 And ftill they are talking of JESUS's V acc - 
 
 3. Their daily delight fhall be in thy name ; 
 
 Thev fhV'l as theii right thy righteoufnefs claim ; - 
 Thv rigliteoufneta wearing, and cleanf'd by thy blood, 
 Bold ihall they appear in the prefence of GOD^ 
 
 4. For thou art jheir boaft their glory and pow ? r; 
 And I alfo trull to fee the glad hour, 
 
 My foul's new creation, a life from the dead, 
 The day of falvation that lifts up my head. 
 
 5. Yes, I. O RD, I (hall fee theblifs of thine own, 
 Thy n:cr v to me fhall foon be flftadc known : 
 
 For forrou and fadnefs, I joy fnail receive, 
 And fnare in the gladnels of all that believe. 
 
 HYMN CLVIII. 
 
 If TTE dies! the friend of flnners dies! 
 
 11 Lo ! Salem's daughters w6ep around 
 J^ iolenn darknels veils tlie ikies ! 
 
 A fudden tre: j ihakes the ground ! 
 
 Come, faints, and drop a tear or two, 
 
 Fork m who nd beneath your load! 
 
 He fhed a t'.ouiand drops for you, 
 
 A thoufand drops of richer blood I 
 
 2. Come, 
 
( »88 ) 
 
 s. Come, finnerSj view your Saviour dead ; 
 
 And weep around his lonely tomb ! 
 Your hope, your joy, your all is fled, 
 
 For ah ! your Champion's overcome ! 
 A conflict with the pow'rs of hell 
 
 Your Saviour did for you fuflain; 
 He nobly fought, but ah ! he fell ! 
 
 Break, hearts of flint ! the Lamb is flain ! 
 
 3. Here's love, and grief, beyond degree, 
 The LORD of Glory dies for men! 
 
 Bat lo ! what fudden joys we fee, 
 JESUS, the dead, revives again ! 
 
 The rifing GOD forfakes the tomb : 
 (The tomb in vain forbids his rife) 
 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 And fhout him welcome to the fkies ! 
 
 4. Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell 
 How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ; 
 
 Sing how he fpoil'd the hofts of hell, 
 And led the monfter death in chains ; 
 
 Say ; " Live for ever, wond'rous King ! 
 " Born to redeem, and ftrong to fave !" 
 
 Tiien afk the monfter— " Where's thy fling? 
 4 * And where's thy vi£try, boafting grave ?' 
 
 H Y M N. CLIX. Grace. 
 
 1. ^MAGNIFICENT free grace, arife, 
 
 iVJL Out&ine the thoughts of mallow man ; 
 Sov'r r eign, preventing all furprize, 
 To him that neither will'd nor ran. 
 
 2. Grand 
 
( i»9 ) 
 
 2. Grand as the bofom whence fliou flow'd, 
 Kind as the hear: that gave thee vent 
 
 Rich as the gift that GOD be'ftow'd, 
 And lovely like the CHRIST he fent. 
 
 g. Sin reigird to death ; but over fin 
 And death, with more imperial fwa\j, 
 
 Grace fpreads her more extenfive reign, 
 And doth eternal life convey. 
 
 4. For us Salvation wide difplavs 
 Her ample all-refrefhing wing; 
 
 Safe in the (hade, hce grace we praife, 
 And all itspeerlels glorias fing* 
 
 H Y M CLX. Mercy, 
 
 1. QEE rriatchlefs r/.crcv fro—. 0! 
 
 O Dcfcend to rebels ; 
 
 5 Tis mercy free, tha* vind ; 
 
 How grand, haw gladfome is the foun 
 
 2. White hai iorta!s frbWri ?n I Fret 
 
 ifidleft mercy hate; 
 Thro' all the regions of the blefr, 
 at mere 
 
 j. Until we join the happy thron 
 Let boundlefs mercy be our fong ; 
 
 And may our lives with fruits ab 
 To (hew we know the joyful found. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( *93 ) 
 HYMN CLXI. 
 
 *. TTE comes! he comes! the SAVIOUR 
 
 A JL comes ! 
 
 Tremble, O earth, and burft ye tombs ! 
 Thou fun in darknefs veil thy rays, 
 To brighter glories of his face. 
 
 2. Behold, it comes ! the Judgment conies! 
 The Judge his glory now aflumes : 
 
 Shout, heav'n, and earth, and raging waves ; 
 'Tis JESUS comes I his flock he faves. * 
 
 3. It comes! it comes f the morning comes! 
 Give up the fleeping duft, O tombs ! 
 
 Ye long forgotten dead, arife ; 
 Meet JESUS coming in the fkies. 
 
 4. Behold it comes ! falvation comes F 
 Ye tenants of the dufty rooms 
 Awake, and fing in heav'nly ftrain ; 
 
 Say, " Welcome JESUS, come and reign." 
 
 §' It tumca ! It comes ! the kingdom comes ! 
 The foes of JESUS meet their dooms: 
 Unmeafur'd joys his people know, 
 And welcome him again below. 
 
 1 
 
 HYMN CLXII. 
 
 P R ID E. 
 
 NNUMERABLE foes 
 Attack the child of G O D, 
 
 He 
 
( *9< ) 
 
 He feels within the weight of fin, 
 A grievous galling load. 
 
 2. Temptations too without, 
 Of various kinds, aflault, 
 
 Sly fnares befet his trav r Jing feet, 
 And make him often halt. 
 
 3. From finner, and from faint, 
 He meets with many a blow : 
 
 His own bad heart creates him fniart 
 Which only GOD cm know. 
 
 4. But thp' the hoft of hell 
 Be neither weak nor fmall : 
 
 One mighty foe deals dang'rous woe, 
 And hurxs beyond them all, 
 
 ^. 'Tis pride, accurfed pride, 
 
 That fpir't by G O D abhorr'd : 
 
 Do what we will, it haunts us itill; 
 And keeps us from the LOR D. 
 
 £. It blows its pois nous breath, 
 
 And bloats the foul with air ; 
 The heart up-Hfts with G O D's own gifts, 
 
 And makes ev'n grace 3. fnare. 
 
 7. Awake — nay while we deep; 
 
 In all we think or fpeak, 
 It puffs us glad, torments us fad ; 
 
 Its hold we cannot break. 
 
 8. In other ills we find 
 
 The band of Hcav'n not flack ; 
 
 Pride 
 
( *9 2 ) 
 
 Pride only knows -to interpcfe, 
 And keep cur comforts back. 
 
 9. 'Tis hurtful, when perceiv'd : 
 When not perceiv'd, 'tis worfe, 
 
 Un feen or feen it dwells within ; 
 And works by fraud or force, 
 
 10. Againft it's influence pray, 
 It mingleswith the pray ? r ; 
 
 Againft it preach, it prompts the fpeech ; 
 Be filent, Hill 'tis there. 
 
 11. This moment, while I write, 
 I feel its' pow'r r withi;i; 
 
 My heart it draws to feek applaufe. 
 And mixes all with fin. 
 
 12. Thou meek .and lowly LAMB, 
 . This haughty tyrant kill : 
 
 That wounded thee, tho } thou waft free, 
 And grieves thy Spirit ftill. 
 
 13. Our condefcerrding G O D, 
 (To whom elfe fhajlwe gQ?) 
 
 Remove our pride, whatever betide; 
 And lay and keep us low. 
 
 14. Thy garden is" the place, 
 Where pride cannot intrude : 
 
 For mould it dare to enter there, 
 'Twould foon be drowned in blood. 
 
 .HYMN 
 
,( *93 ) 
 
 HYMN CLXfIL 
 
 i, /-|"* I S falfe ; thou vile accufer go, 
 
 X ({ fe? i ;h? th ; n difguife— ) 
 
 Back ic thy deftin'd realms below; 
 Thou parent of deceit and lies I 
 
 a. Think not to drive my trembling foul , 
 Laden *irh guilt, to black defpair ; 
 
 Hall thou fti he fac^d roll, 
 
 And found a-y vjame no;, written there ? 
 
 3. Prefump'uoas though:! to fix the bound, 
 To limit roeicy's foVrcigJ r 1 
 
 Whatc;her nappy fculs hare uco, 
 I'll fetk, r, . Ifrekiu vtin. 
 
 4. I own my guilt, thy charge confefs, 
 Nor can try malice make it more; 
 
 Qj crime > eady numberlcf , 
 
 Vain the a>-empt to (well the fcoiel 
 
 5. Set the bkek lift before my fight; 
 While I remember Jesus cly'd, 
 
 'Twill only urge my fp?edi^r flight, 
 To feek foliation at his fide. 
 
 6. Low at his feet I'll caft me down ; 
 To him rtv».?l my grief and fear; 
 
 And if he fporm rrr from his throne, 
 I'll be the fiift lhat per iiVd there. 
 
 M H Y i 
 
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 HYMN CLXIV. 
 
 t. T Aik'd the L O R D that I might grow 
 X In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace ?: 
 Might more of his falvation know, 
 Andfeek more earneltly his face. 
 
 12. 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray ^ 
 
 And he, I trull, has anfwer'd pray'r : 
 But it has been in fuch a way 
 
 As almoft drove me to deipair. 
 
 3. I hop'd that in fome favour'd hour, 
 At once he'd grant me my requeft; 
 
 And, by his love's conftraining pow'r^ 
 Subdue my fins, and give me reft. 
 
 4. Inftead of this, he made me feel 
 The hidden evils of my heart, 
 
 And let the angry pow'rs of hell 
 ; Affault my foul ;n cv'ry part. 
 
 5. Yea more, with his own hand he fecnVi 
 Intent so aggravate my woe: 
 
 Crofs'd all the fair defigns I fchem'd, 
 Blafted my gourds, and laid me low. 
 
 6. LORD, why is this ? I trembling cry'dj 
 Wilt thou purfue thy worm to death? 
 
 .'Tis in this way, the LO RD reply'd, 
 I anfwer pray'r for grace and faith. 
 
 7. Thefe inward trials I employ 
 From felf and pride to fet thee free, 
 
 To break thy fchemts of worldly joy, 
 That thou may'ft fe*k thy AL L in me. 
 
 HYMN 
 
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 HYMN CLXV. 
 
 i. TTT HAT trumpet's this that founds 
 
 VV Such glorio s liberty, 
 To finners through the blood of Christ, 
 And why not then for me: 
 
 2. Jesus ey'd to redeem 
 Poor finners, and fee free 
 
 The worftof traitors by his bloo3, 
 And therefore why not roc ? 
 
 3. Christ dy'u to bring to God 
 Such that at diftance be; 
 
 The jmfkfor the Ur.juft did die; 
 And why not then for me ? 
 
 4. The G >fpel holds forth Christ r 
 To fuch that iinners be ; 
 
 Yea, free redemption by his bloody 
 Why therefore not to me? 
 
 5. God did commend his love 
 To iuch that finners be ; 
 
 Yea, Christ for the ungodly 4fd, 
 And why not die for me i 
 
 6. Christ dy'd for enemies, 
 'Gunft God that rebels be ; 
 
 And peace by blood for all is made; 
 And why not then for me ? 
 
 7. There's 7ighteoufnefs in Christ, 
 M^ft infinitely f/ce, 
 
 F*r needy finners which was wrought; 
 And why not then for me ? 
 
 M 2 |. AajJ 
 
( >9« I 
 
 $, And in this righteoufnefs 
 
 Sinners angels outfhine ; 
 It covers all their fouled fpcts, 
 
 And why not cover mine? 
 
 9. So that God's holy eye 
 
 No <V s id them can fee; 
 This g: tient whhe it fhines fo bright; 
 
 Auu wiiy not (hine on me ? 
 
 HYMN CLXVI. 
 
 *' T? *^' Ziony fhir:e, thy light is come, 
 
 XV The g^Ciious day's begun ; 
 Theft beams we fre.fqb flight ;bat be, 
 
 Da*t fiom the glorious fun, 
 
 2. O f ''gVitPOufnefs, that rifing is ; 
 
 1 h ;th d*wn apace ; 
 
 The fongi of praife we hear a days 
 
 O. Christ, and his free grace ; 
 
 3 \ri tofceni plain, the Lamb onc*i!ain 
 
 a. h fl 1 ilig to his throne ; 
 The b &<- doth fftgf Come, hafte avvay > 
 
 My dear beloved one, 
 
 4. The fainia rej ice, ihe turtle's voice 
 Is heard within our land ; 
 
 The hundred forty four thou/and 
 Sftall loon with Jesus Hand. 
 
 5. And they fhall fing, to Chiust their King, 
 Their (ongs in fuch a drain, 
 
 That learn can ncne but thott alone 
 Who with the Lord fhail reign. 
 
 6. Yq 
 
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 6. Ye taoght ones of the Lord, fiog praife 
 To th' Lamb the throne opoj ; 
 
 'T'n only he taught >ou ar:d ~ 
 To fing the Lamb's new fong; 
 
 HYMN CLXVII. 
 
 1. TT/HY fhoald the nations angry be: 
 
 V V Whit noife is this we hear? 
 The gofpel >.ak£t away their Gods, 
 Ai*d that thty cannot bear. 
 
 2. The exaltation of the Lamb, 
 Wkore glory's (hieing forth, 
 
 Hath thefe tamultuous noifes made, 
 And made the people wroth. 
 
 $• The feints begin to fpeak infach 
 
 An evangelic drain, 
 The confcier.ce o f the Pharifee 
 
 It fills with rage and pain. 
 
 4. The hundred forty four thou/and 
 In fuch a ihain do ficg, 
 
 That none but chcien priefh and kings 
 Can touch upon that firing. 
 
 *t 
 
 5. Come, faints, fcrike up your fongs of prajfe, 
 Though Men and Deviis join ; 
 
 r l . Scphe and Pharifee alio 
 1 o^cthcr do combine ; 
 
 6 'Tis all io vain, the Lamb was flain, 
 
 d lives for erermore ; 
 We mrrefne fing unto our King, 
 
 A^dalw^vs him adore. 
 
 JI Y M N 
 
( i 9 S ) 
 
 HYMN CLXVIII. 
 
 1. TTN O E S it not grief and wonder move, / 
 JL7 To think of Ifrael's dreadful fall ? j 
 
 Who needed miracles to prove 
 
 Whether che Lord were God, or Basil 
 
 2. Methinks l fee Elijah Hand, 
 
 His features glow vyith love and ztal ; 
 In faith and pray'r he lifts his hand, 
 And makes to Heav'n his great appeal : 
 
 3. " Oh, God, if I thy fervant am, 
 If 'tis thy mrffage fills my heart, 
 
 Now glorify thy holy name, 
 
 And fhew this people who thou art." 
 
 4. He fpokc, and lo, afudden flame 
 Confum'd the wood, the duft, the ftone; 
 
 The people ftruck, ac once proclaim 
 
 " Tiie Lord is God, the Lord alone," 
 
 5. Like him we mourn an awful day, 
 When more for Baal than God appear; 
 
 Like him believers, let us pray, 
 And may the God of I/rael hear. 
 
 6. Lord! if thy fe-ventfpeaks thy truth, 
 If he indeed is fent by Thee, 
 
 Confirm .he word to all our youth, 
 And let them thy falvation fee. 
 
 Jr. Now may the Spirits holy fire 
 
 Pierce tv'iy heart that he3rs thy word; 
 Con fume each hurtful vain dtfire, 
 
 And make (hem kaow thou an the Lo%v, 
 
 HYMN 
 
{ *99 ) 
 
 HYMN CLXIX. 
 
 i. T OVE divine, all ioves excelling, 
 
 1 j Joy of Heav'n, to earth come down ; 
 Fix in us thy humule dwelling, 
 
 All thy jaifhful mercies crown : 
 Jesus, 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 Spirit 
 Into ev'ry troubled breaft, 
 
 Lee us all in thee inherit, 
 
 Let us had thy prcmis'd reft. 
 Take away our pow'r of fianing, 
 
 Alpha and Omega b?, 
 End of faith ai its beginning, 
 
 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
 3. Come Almighty to deliver, 
 Let us all thy life receive, 
 
 Suddenly return, and never, 
 
 Never more thy temples leave. 
 Thee we would be always b! iiing, 
 
 Serve thee as thine boft above ; 
 Pray, and praife thee, without ceaiiog, 
 
 Giory in thy perfect love. 
 
 4. Finifh then thjr new creation, 
 Pure and fpotlcfs let us be ; 
 
 Letmfc hy great faivatian, 
 
 Perfedly rrfl >r'd by thee ; 
 Cheng'd from gloiy unto glory, 
 
 'Till in heav'n we uke our place, 
 r TiU we caft our crowns before the?, 
 
 Loft in wonder, J g ye ; ftaU praiic ( HYMN 
 
( too ) 
 HYMN CLXX. 
 
 1. /~"\ All Lovirg Lamb, 
 \^f A tinner 1 am, 
 
 And come as a tinner thy mercy to claim. 
 
 2. With joy I embrace 
 The pardon and grace 
 
 Thy paffion haih purchas'd for a*l the left race, 
 
 3. For tinners like me 
 Thy mercy is free ; 
 
 Q, who would net love fuch a Saviour as thee ? 
 
 4. Yet long I withftood 
 And fled from my God, 
 
 But mercy purfu'd with the cry t,f thy blood] 
 
 5. It challenged its ft: ay, 
 And forced me to (lay, 
 
 And wafii'd all my tins in a moment away, 
 
 6. I fek it apply'd, 
 And joyfully cry'd, 
 
 R'?, me thou haft iov'c, ar.d for me thou haft dy'd ! 
 
 7. How mighty thoa art, 
 O Love, to convert ! 
 
 Love only could cor.quer fo ftubborn an heart, 
 
 8. Tr=e love of GoD-man 
 Atei ■• could conihu-.n 
 
 So fturdy a rebel to love ihet *gaia. 
 
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{ 201 ) 
 
 9- But Cure at the laft 
 
 Thy goodncfs I tafte ; 
 
 My fcul on thy goodr.efs delighted 1 caft. 
 
 io. T fr I'll praife; 
 
 I'll : ; e, 
 
 And joyfo] my few hsp-y days. 
 
 ii. And when :by<earLove 
 Me hence (hail rtmor* 9 
 O then I flxall fing like the ang#ls above. 
 
 12. Yet there when I fin, „ 
 My work is the fame, 
 
 T' afaibe my faivation to God and the Lsrnb« 
 
 13. Salvation to G^v, 
 I'll - liblifl) abroad, 
 
 Aod make hea»cn tu:g wuh the cry of thy blood; 
 
 14. Th* Lamb that was flain, 
 'ivuj h a^ain, 
 
 Ac 1 m) jRSwa for ever fruil reign. 
 
 HYMN CLXXI. 
 
 I. Q TILL out of the deepeft abyfc 
 
 j3 Of trouble I mournfully cry, 
 And pine to recover my peace, 
 
 To fee my Redeemer, and die. 
 I cannot, I cannot forbear 
 
 Thefe paffionate longings for home ; 
 O when will my fpirit be there ? 
 
 O when will the mefTcrgcr come ? 
 
 2. Thy 
 
( 202 ) 
 
 2. Thy nature I long to put on, 
 
 Thine image on earth to regain, 
 And then in the grave to lay down 
 
 My burden of body and pain ; 
 O Jesus, in pity draw near, 
 
 And lull me to fleep on thy breaft} 
 Appear, to my refcue appear., 
 
 And gather me into thy rdh 
 
 3. To take a poor fugitive in, 
 
 The arms of thy mercy «ifplay, 
 And give me to reft from all (in, 
 
 And bear me triumphant away ; 
 Away from a world of diftrefs, 
 Away to the manfions above, 
 The heaven of feeing thy face, 
 The heaven of feeling thy 1oyc» 
 
 
 HYMN CLXXII. 
 
 At PARTING Of FRIENDS 
 
 I. f ^ OD of all confolation, take, 
 \JT The glory of thy grace, 
 
 Thy gifti to thee we render back 
 In ceafclefs fongs of ptaife. 
 
 Not unto us, but thee, O Lord, 
 
 Glory to thee be giv'n, 
 J£ox every gracious though- and word 
 
 That broaght us nearer Hcav'n. 
 
 2; Far- 
 
( *°3 ) 
 
 2. Farthered in faith, or hope, or love,. 
 The praife to thee we give, 
 
 Thy eifis defcending from above 
 We roly can receive : 
 
 The gift, the grace, the work is thine* 
 If ours the mini flry, 
 
 We bow, <3id b f tne hand divine,. 
 AH, all defcends from thee. 
 
 3. Thro' Thee we now together came, 
 In <inglenef3 of Heart, 
 
 We nv -t, O Jesus, in thy name, 
 Ana in thy name we part : 
 
 We part in body, not in mind, 
 
 Our minds continue one, 
 And each to each in j e s u s join'd, 
 
 We hind in hand go on. 
 
 4. Sobfifh as in us all one foul, 
 No pow'r can make u twain, 
 
 And mountains rife, *ai oceans roll, 
 To (tver us in vain. 
 
 Prclent we dill in fpirit are, 
 
 And intimately nigh, 
 While en the wings of faith and pray'* 
 
 We each to othct fly. 
 
 5. With Jesus Christ together we 
 In heav'nly pi .ct* fit; 
 
 Cloth'd with the fun, we fmile to fee 
 The moon benea.h our feet. 
 
 Our life is hid with Christ in God ; 
 
 Our lift- (hall loon appear, 
 And fpread his glory all abroad. 
 
 In all his members here. 
 
 6. The 
 
( 204 ) 
 
 6. The he2v'nlv treafure now we have 
 In a mean huufe of clay, 
 
 Which He fhall to the utm it fave, 
 And guard againfl that day. 
 
 Our fouls are in his mighty hand, 
 And He will keep them ftill, 
 
 And you a*d Ifha l furtly (land 
 With him on Zion's hill* 
 
 7. Him eye to eye we ib»re fhall fee, 
 Our face like Kis fhall mine. 
 
 O what a glorious company, 
 When faints and angels join 1 
 
 O what a joyful meeting there I 
 
 In robes or white array'd, 
 Palms in our hands we all fhall bear, 
 
 And crowns upon our head. 
 
 8. Then let u? lawfully contend, 
 Ard right «n?r p< .fT ; gc through, 
 
 Eear in our fai^hfu' m d the znd, 
 And keep the prize i;» vis*: 
 
 Thfr; let uj haftfn f o the day 
 V. en all (hall b( h home; 
 
 »?, O Redeemer, t ay! 
 
 U jisus, ^lilvk'y cornel 
 
 HYMN 
 
t *°5 ) 
 
 HYMN CLXXIIL 
 
 For the Lord's J*y morning. 
 
 1. T O R D, in the morning thou (halt hear 
 1 ^ My voice afcending high ; 
 
 To thee wi ! l I direct my pray'r, 
 To thee li/t up mine eye. 
 
 2. Up to the hills where Christ is gone 
 To plead for all his faints, 
 
 Prefenting at his father's throne 
 Our fongs and our complaint?; 
 
 3* Thou art a God before whofe fight 
 
 The wicked fhali not Aand ; 
 Sinners fliall ne'er be thy delight, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand* 
 
 4. But to thy home will I refort, 
 
 To tafte thy mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thine holy court, 
 
 And worfhip in thy fear. 
 
 3. O may thy 8pirit guide my feet 
 In ways of righteoufaefs ! 
 
 Make ev'ry path of duty ftraight, 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( zpS > 
 
 HYMN CLXXIV, 
 
 Saints dwell in heave* ; or, Christ's afcenfion* 
 
 f". ^"T^JC IS fpacious earth is all the Load's, 
 
 i And men and worms, and beails and birds; 
 He rais'd the building on the feas, 
 And gave it for their dwelling place, 
 
 2. But there's a brighter world on high, 
 Thy palace, Lord, above the fky. 
 Who ihall afcend that bieft abode I 
 
 And dwell (o near his maktr God f 
 
 3. He that abhors and fears to fin, 
 
 Wh fe heart is pure, whnfe hands are clean;. 
 JHim ihall the L *rd the Saviour blefs, 
 Abu clothe hisfoi.il wi;h nghteoufnefs. 
 
 4. Theft are tht met*, fh? pious race, 
 Thai feek the Gop -A Jacob's facej 
 SThc) ihall enjoy the blifsftil fight, 
 
 And dwell in everlafting light. 
 
 5. Rejoice ye mining worlds 00 hig&* 
 Behold .;:e king of glory's nigh; 
 
 Who can h,s king of glory be? 
 The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He; 
 
 6. Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves difplajr 
 To make the Lord the Saviour way; 
 Laden with fpoils from earth and hell, 
 The conqu'ror ccmea with Go» to dwell. 
 
 7. Rfci'd 
 
( 207 J 
 
 7. Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, 
 He opens heav'n's eternal door, 
 To give his feints a blefr. abode, 
 Near their Redeemer and their God. 
 
 HYMN CLXXV. 
 The ^vanity of man as mortal, 
 
 1. ' I ^ E A C H me the meafure of my days, 
 
 X Thou maker of my frame; 
 I would furvey life's narrow fpace, 
 And learn how frail I am. 
 
 2. A fpan is all that we can boaft, 
 An inch or two of time $ 
 
 Man is bat vanity and dull 
 
 In all his flow'r and prime. . > 
 
 3. See the vain race of mcr'als movt 
 Like fhsdows o'er the plain, 
 
 They rage and drive, defire and Iove f - 
 But all the noife is vain. 
 
 4. Some wclk in honor's gaudy fhow, 
 Some d'.gfor golden ore, 
 
 They toil for heirs they know not who, 
 And ftrait ate ittn no mere. 
 
 5. What fhould I wifh or wait for thea 
 From creatures earth and cult ? 
 
 They make our cxpe&atior s va:n, 
 And difappoint our truii. 
 
 S 2 6. Now 
 
( 203 ) 
 
 t. Now I forbid my carnal hope, 
 
 My fond drfires recal ; 
 I give my mortal int'reft up, 
 ' And make my God my all. 
 
 HYMN CLXXVI. 
 
 4 peniitnt pleading for pard*H. 
 
 j. CHEW pity, Lor», O Lord, forgive, 
 
 O Let a repenting rebel live ; 
 Areliot thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a (inner truft in the* i 
 
 2 My crimes are great,, but not forpafa 
 The pow'r and glory °fjby €'»*•/. 
 GreatGoD, thy nature hatn no bound, 
 So 1st tbypard'ning love bs found. 
 
 , O waft my foul from ev'ry tin, 
 And makeimy gViliy conkience cletn j 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And paft offences pain mine eyes. 
 
 , My lips with fhame my fins coniefs 
 ftA'inft vhy law, againft thy grace » 
 j£o. fno'uld thy judgment grow fevere, 
 lamcondemn'd, but thou art c.ear. 
 
 i Should fudden vengeance feize my breath, 
 I inuft pronounce tbeejulUn death; 
 
 And if my foul were lent whell, 
 TbyrighteoBilawapprove.it well. 
 
 6. Yet 
 
( 2*9 ) 
 
 6. Yet fave a trembling (inner, Lord, 
 Whofe hope, ftUl ho/Ytng round thy word, 
 Would light oo irnie fweet promife there, 
 Some Cure iupport agahil difpair. 
 
 HYMN CLXXVIL 
 
 Original and a3ual Jin anfefJtiU 
 
 1. T ORD, I am rile, conceiv'd in fin, 
 
 \ ^ And bora unho/y and unclean ; 
 Sprung from the ma:* whoe guilty fall 
 Corrupts tae race, ar d taints us all. 
 
 2. So^n if iw our infant breath, 
 The fee grow up r or death ; 
 Thy law - r ? p*r(z& heart, 
 
 £ut W:'redhi'u in ev'ry part. 
 
 3. [Greftt God, create my heart anew, 
 A-u form rey fpiri and true ; 
 
 O make me vviie betimes, to fpy 
 My dinger ajid my remedy,] 
 
 > 
 
 4. Beh' Id I fall before thy face 5 
 My only refuge is thy grace ; 
 
 No im w ta can make me clean* 
 
 Tec iep.o:^ * ies deep wilkin* 
 
 5. No b'c.diog bird, nor bleeding bead, 
 N^r hyffo: branch, l^ fpriotciing prieli 
 Nvf ru- n ng b.ook, nor flood, nor tea. 
 Can Witih the difmal Jlain away. 
 
 S 3 £. }** 
 
( 210 ) 
 
 6. Jesus, my Gqd, thy blood aloive 
 Hath pow'r fufiicienr to atone ; 
 
 Thy blood can make me white 2s fnow s 
 No JewijJj types could cltanie me fb. 
 
 7. While guile diflurbs and breaks my peace, 
 Ttf'vr flefh nor foal hath reil or eafe ; 
 
 Lord, let me hear thy pard'niag voice, 
 And make my broken bones rejoice. 
 
 HYMN CLXXVIIL 
 
 ^he b&ckjlidtr refiored ; or, repentance and faith in the 
 bleed $f Christ. 
 
 1. /*~XThou that he^'il when fi fliers cry, 
 
 \^y Though a 'my c/imes before thee lie, 
 Behold them not with ~ grj lc..,k, 
 But blot their mcir ry f.omihv book. 
 
 2. Create my nature pure within, 
 And form my fou. avene co fin ; 
 Let thy good i\ wit r e'er depart, 
 Islur hicie thy p.efence from my heart. 
 
 3. I cannot live without thy light, 
 Cafi cut and b^rifh'd from thy fight; 
 Thine ioly ]ys f my God, reftore, 
 And guard me that I fell no more. 
 
 4. Though I have giev'd thy Spirit, Lord, 
 JHU hMp and com fort fiili afford ; 
 
 Au ' let a wretch com' 1 nsar »hy throne, 
 
 aTo.^w-Uq- merits of id/Sqii, 
 
 S« A 
 
( 21! ) 
 
 j. A broken h?a-t, nv Cod, ry King, 
 Is all the facnrke I bring ; 
 The Gc» of g^ace will nt'er cf fpife 
 A broken heart toi facftfice. 
 
 6. My foul lies hon^ble^ in the dull, 
 And owns thy d:eadiui Jcr.teuce jaft; 
 Look down, O Lord, wich pi'yicg eye, 
 And fave tneLui conderun'a to die. 
 
 7. Then will I teach tha world thy ways ; 
 Sinners lhall learn thy fov'rcign grace ; 
 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's biood, 
 And they flulj praiiis a pard'ning God. 
 
 8. O may ihy love infpire my tongae ! 
 Salvation (hail be all my fong ; 
 
 And all my pow'rs fnali join to blefs 
 The Lord, my thength and righteoufncis. 
 
 H V M N CLXXJX. 
 The Mc(Jlab y s coming and kingdom. 
 
 1. TOY to the w 3. id; the Lord is come ; 
 J Lei ear her Kiog ; 
 
 Le. t .im room, 
 
 Ar«< J b< ;v' a me ting. 
 
 2. Joy to the earth, 'he Saviour reigns, 
 51 eajpioy ; 
 
 •W ii ^ '*i rocks, hiiUaad plains 
 
 $. No 
 
( 211 ) 
 
 3- No mo e let fiasand Sorrows gow, 
 
 Nor i horn s infcft the grdm d J 
 Ht comes to ir flow 
 
 Far as tht curfe is k l. 
 
 4. He rules the world with t-ii?h and grace, 
 
 And make* the nations p?tf*t 
 The glories o* his rrgfetteoa ktfr t 
 
 And wonders of his lv,ve. 
 
 HYMN CLXXX. 
 
 ♦fovj #?<?<& 18 trouble paid in the church ; or, public ikanki 
 for private deliverance* 
 
 :. TT 7 H AT (hall I render to my God, 
 
 W Fox «i< his kindnefs fhown ? 
 My feetihafl vilit thine at>ode, 
 My longs ac<heis thy th one* 
 
 2. Among the faints rha* ft!! thine hasfe 
 My offerings fh-rU be paid ; 
 
 There fl.all my z d oerfbrm the vows 
 My foul in tnguifh made, 
 
 3. How much it mercy thy delight, 
 1 hou *ver bleffeu God ! 
 
 How dear thy fervants in thy fight ! 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 4 How happy all thy fervancs arei 
 
 H.w gre~t hy giace to ir*! 
 My ,; fe, whkn boa haft ir»k'je;&by€are, 
 
 Lwsl*, I dvVwic to thee, 
 
 j. Now 
 
( 2i 3 ) 
 
 5. Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 Norfhall my purpofe move; 
 
 Thy hand 1iath loos'd my bonds of pain, 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 6. Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 
 And thy rich grace record ; 
 
 Witnefs, ye faints, who hear me now, 
 If I for fake the Lord. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXL 
 Christ the foundation of his {bunk. 
 
 1. "H Ehold the fure foundation ftoae, 
 Jj Which God in Zion lays, 
 
 To build our heav'nly hopes upon, 
 And his eternal praife. 
 
 2. Chofen of Goo, to tinners dear, 
 And faints adore the name, 
 
 They trufl their whole falvation here, 
 Nor fhall they fui&r fhame. 
 
 3. The foolilh builders, Scribe and Prieft, 
 Rejed it with difdain ; 
 
 Yet on this rock the church fhall reft, 
 And envy rage in vain. 
 
 4. What though the gates of hell withftood, 
 Yet muft this building rife ; 
 
 'Tis thy own work, almighty Go», 
 And wond'rous in our eyes. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 2^4 ) 
 
 HYMN CLXXXII. 
 
 The joy vf a remarkable confer /ton ; or, melancholy 
 
 removed* 
 
 i. \I7HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, 
 
 VV And chang'd my mournful ftate, 
 My rapture feem'd a pleaiing dream, 
 The grace appear'd io great. 
 
 2. The world beheld the glorious change, 
 
 And did thy hand confefs ; 
 My tongue broke out in unknown ftrains, 
 
 And fung furprifing grace. 
 
 3. " Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, 
 
 And own'd the pow'r divine ; 
 " Great is the work," my heart reply'd, 
 
 " And be the gl^ry thine.'' 
 
 .4. The Lord can clear the darkeft fk\cs, 
 
 Can give us day 'or night, 
 M&ke drops of facr^d farrow rife 
 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 5. Let thofe that fow 'n/acnefs wait 
 Till the foil harv< *} ccrne, 
 
 They fhall confefs <r*eir iheaves are great. 
 And fhoui cue bl citings hoiue. 
 
 6. Though ittd lie boryM !ong in duft, 
 It fbau'l v. : ve thejr hope ! 
 
 Trie precious grain can tilet be loft, 
 Cj grace iaiures the crop. 
 
 H VMN 
 
( 2I: 5 ) 
 
 HYMN CLXXXUL 
 
 Preferisati$n by day and night* 
 
 i. 'TT* O heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, 
 
 X There all my hopes are laid ; 
 The Lord that buih tht earth and fkica 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 z. Their feet mall never Aide to fall, 
 
 Whom he defigns to keep; 
 His ear attends the fofteftcaH ; 
 
 His eyes can never fleep. 
 
 3.. He will fuftain our weakeft pow'r* 
 
 With his aimighty arm, 
 And watch our moft unguarded houra 
 
 Againit firprifing harm. 
 
 4. If rati rejoice, and reft fee u re* 
 l ny keeper is the Lord,; 
 
 His wakeful eya em r :oy his pow*r 
 For thine etefcai ginrd, 
 
 5. Nor fcorch'ng fun, nor fick'y moon, 
 Shall b?ve bii leave to fmjftt 
 
 He (hields ihy bead from bujning noon, 
 From bUfting damps at nigh;, 
 
 6- He gu*rd« tbj ilj he keeps thy breath,. 
 
 Where tuickert dangers come ; 
 Go a id return, iccire from death, 
 
 Till Cob commands jhee home* 
 
 HYMN 
 
, ( t\6 ) 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIV, 
 
 God our preftwer. 
 
 i. T T Pcvard I lift mine eyes, 
 \j From God is all my aid \. 
 The God that built the ikies, 
 
 And earth and nature made i 
 God is the tow'r 
 To which I fly; 
 His grace is nigh 
 In tv'ry hour, 
 
 2. My feet fhall never Aide, 
 
 And fall in fatal fnares, 
 Since God, my guard and guide s 
 Defends me from my fears. 
 Thofe wakeful eyes, 
 That never fleep^ 
 Shall Ifrael keep 
 TffhGVi dangers rife./ 
 
 $. No burning heats by day* 
 
 Nor blafb of evening air,. 
 Shall take my health away, 
 If God be with me there ; 
 Thou art my fun, 
 And thou my fhade 
 To guard my head, 
 By night or noon. 
 
 4, Haft thou not giv'nthy word 
 
 To favc my foul from death ? 
 And I can truft my Lord 
 To keep my mortal breath £ 
 I'll go and co<r % 
 Nor fear to die, 
 Till Jrom on high 
 Thcu call me home, 
 
 HYItN 
 
( ii 7 ) 
 
 H Y M X CLXXXV. 
 
 i. TOEHOLD, the well of life appears, 
 
 JD Sought for bv men four thou fand ye: 
 Tell all mankind : let ev'ry gale 
 Bear round the earth the pleafing tale ! 
 
 2. Bid each difeafed foul come here ; 
 Ye lame, ve blind, ye fick, draw near ! 
 Behold, this true this living ftream 
 Heals maladies of cv'rv name ! 
 
 \ 
 
 3. The blind rejoice to fee the fun : 
 The lame lay by their crutch and run : 
 Hark ! from the dumb man's loofen'd tongue 
 Breaks forth the raptur'd, grateful fong ! 
 
 4. The deaf too tafte, and woncTring hear; 
 The joyful found falutes their ear : 
 
 The feeble drinks the heaHng ftream, 
 And vigour moots thro ; all his frame! 
 
 5. This ftream fhall all our wants fupplv ; 
 Impov'rifh'd Souls, why mould ye die ? 
 The Spirit fays, " Whoever will 
 
 " May hither come, and drink his fill.* 
 
 6. Let the glad tidings reacli the dead ; 
 This river runs thro : death's dark fhade : 
 Where'er it comes, this living fpring 
 Gives life and health to ev'ry thing. 
 
 7. Yc 
 
( 218 ). 
 
 7. Ye thirfly fouls ! no more complain, 
 
 Our GO D has fmote the rock again ; 
 From Calv'ry's mount the ftream runs down, 
 From the pierc'd fide ofGOD's own Son, 
 
 8. While thro' life's barren wafte we ftray, 
 
 This ftream fh all follow all the way; 
 Beft flow'rs fhall fpring where'er it flows, 
 And deferts bloffom as the rofe. 
 
 9. What tho' the fultry heats annoy ! 
 
 Thefe waters ftill renew our joy; 
 And while we drink this chearing Spring, 
 By Calv'ry's ftreams we fit and fing. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVL 
 
 For the LORD's Supper. 
 
 I. TITHATheavnly MAN, or lovely GOD, 
 V V Comes marching downward from the flues, 
 Array'd in garments roll'd in blood, 
 With joy and pity in his eyes ? 
 
 t. The LORD! the SAVIOUR! yes, 'tis he ? 
 
 I know him by the fmiles he wears ; 
 Dear glorious M A N tint dy'd for me, 
 
 Drench'd deep in Agonies and tears ! 
 
 g. Lo, he reveals his mining brealt ! 
 
 I own thofe wounds, and I adore ; 
 Lo, he prepares a royal feaft, 
 
 Sweet fruit of the fharp pangs he bore ! 
 
 "■ 4. Whence 
 
( 2I 9 ) 
 
 4. Whence flow thefe favours fo divine ? 
 
 LORD! why fo lavifh of thy blood ? 
 Why for fuch earthly fouls as mine, 
 
 This heav'nly flefh, this facred food ? 
 
 5. 'Twas his own love that made him bleed, 
 
 That nail'd him to the curfed tree ; 
 'Twas his own love this table fpread 
 For fuch unworthy worms as we. 
 
 6 Then let us tafte the S A V I O U R 's love, 
 Come, faith, and feed upon the LORD; 
 
 With glad confent our lips fhall move, 
 
 And fweet Hofannas crown the board. 
 
 H Y M N CLXXXVIL 
 Forsaken, yet hoping. 
 
 1. TJ A PP Y the hours, the golden days, 
 JLjL When I could call my J E S U S mine, 
 
 And fit and view his fmiling face. 
 And melt in pleafures all divine. 
 
 2. Near to my heart, within my arms 
 
 He lay, till fin defil'd my bread, 
 Till broken vows and earthly charms, 
 
 Tir'd and provok'd my heav'rilv gtteft. 
 
 3. And now he's gone, 'O mighty wo> 
 
 Gone from my foul, and hides his love ! 
 Curfe on you fins, that griev'd Him fo, 
 Ye fins that fore'd Him to remove. 
 
 T 2 Break 
 
[ 220 ) 
 
 4« Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue 
 Hither, -my friends, your forrows bring : 
 
 Angels, allilt my doleful fong, 
 
 If you have e'er a mourning firing. 
 
 5. But, ah! your joys are ever high, 
 
 Ever his loveiy lace you fee ; 
 While' my poor fpirits pant and die, 
 
 And groan for Thee, my GOD for Thee. 
 
 6. Yet let my hope look thro* my tears, 
 
 And fpy afar his rolling Throne; 
 His Chariot thro' the cleaving fpheres 
 
 Shall bring the bright BELOVED down. 
 
 7. Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills, 
 
 My foul fprings out to meet him high, 
 Then the fair G ONQU'ROR turns his wheels, 
 And climbs the manfions of the fky. 
 
 8 There fmiling joy forever reigns, 
 
 No more the Turtle leaves the Dove ; 
 
 Farewel to jealoufies, and pains, 
 And all the ills of abfent love. 
 
 HYMN 
 
i 221 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVIII. 
 
 UXBELTEF. 
 
 1. A LL you that love the LORD draw near, 
 JLjL To my complaint pray lend an ear, 
 
 And help me to condole my grief, 
 For I'm diftrefl by Unbelief. 
 
 2. Sometimes I'm fuch a ftupid clod 
 
 I doubt thffexiftence of a GOD ; 
 
 But ftill his terrors work mv £rief, 
 
 While hope is drown'd in unbelief. 
 
 3. When thus I'm fore diftrefl: all day, 
 
 When evening comes I fain would pray, 
 And beg for pardon, and relief ; 
 
 " But there's no GOD:" fays unbelief. 
 
 4. But who did all things firft create ? 
 
 Was it not GOD, the wife and great ? 
 While thus I would aflwage my grief, 
 
 " You have no foul :" fays unbelief. 
 
 5. But then I make this quick reply, 
 
 What makes me then afraid to die, 
 And after death to dread the grief 
 
 Which I muft have for unbelief? 
 
 6. Befidcs the SAVIOUR came to die, 
 
 The fouls of men to purify ; 
 Which clearly proves for our relief, 
 That men have fouls, O unbeL 
 
 T 3 7. Blcft 
 
( 222 ) 
 
 7 - Bleft be mv G O D, that now I fee 
 That J E S US gave himfelf for me ; 
 
 I'll praife his name, who bore mv grief, 
 And (aves my foul from unbelief. 
 
 H Y M N CLXXXIX. 
 
 *• /^\ Joyful found of gofpel-grace ! 
 
 \J My SAVIOUR will ' appear ; 
 I hope with joy to fee his face, 
 
 And to be holy here. 
 LORD make my heart thy confta'nt home f 
 
 For this my foul doth c 
 " Surely (he faith) I quickly come." 
 
 He faith, who cannot lie. 
 
 2. The G O D of truth himfelf hath (worn. 
 
 Whoe'er on him relies 
 Shall be on wings of eagles borne, 
 
 Till he attains the prize. 
 The glorious crown of righteoufnefs 
 
 By faith my foul doth fee ; 
 That crown the- faithful (hall pqflfefs, 
 
 And faithful I would be. 
 
 3. The prornis'd land from Pifgah's to; 
 
 My foul- exults to view ; 
 My hope is full, (O blelfed hope) 
 
 Of pleafures ever new. 
 My fpirit once by fin deprefl, 
 
 Tir'd by the heavy load,. 
 Now pants for eyerlaftirtg reft; 
 
 And longs to dwtll in GO D. 
 
( 22 3 ) 
 
 4. I feel and know hira now in part f 
 
 His love my foul conftrains ; 
 Irs near approach expands my heart, 
 
 And brea: flavifli chains. 
 
 He vifits now the houfe of clay, 
 
 My fbirit fee's him come ; 
 Dear LOPvD for ever with me fiav, 
 • And make my foul ti 
 
 5. With me, I know, I feel then artj 
 
 Thv prefence LORD I priz^; 
 O make the garden of my heart 
 
 A conftant paraciife ! 
 My earth is water'd from thy fkv, 
 
 LORD make my vale a pool I 
 Spring up, O we!!, I ever ( 
 Spring up within my foul ! 
 
 6. Come, O my GOD, thyfelf reveal, 
 
 Fill all this a void ; 
 
 Then only ca. (pint fill : 
 
 Be mine, or I'm Seftro] 
 Fulfil, O GOD," my \ki\ defires, 
 
 ft afrinfinitv ; 
 O give me all mv fo s, 
 
 r, LORD, that AL 
 
 h y M :: c\ 
 
 The Lord is my portk 
 *" H P°fe to P° : am, 
 
 
( 22 4 ) 
 
 My foul is fatisfy'd at home, 
 The LORD my portion is. 
 
 2. JESUS, who on his glorious throne ) 
 
 Rules heav'n, and earth, and fea ; 
 Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, 
 And give himfelf to me. 
 
 3. His perfon fixes all my love, m 
 
 His blood removes my fear ; 
 And while he pleads for me above, 
 His arm preferves rrre here. 
 
 4. His word of promife is my food, 
 
 His Spirit is my guide ; 
 Thus daily is my fl>ength renew'd, 
 And all my wants fupply'd. 
 
 5. For him I count as gain each lofs, 
 
 Difgrace, for him, renown ; 
 Well may I glory in his crofs, 
 While he prepares my crown ! 
 
 6. Let worldlings then indulge their boaft, 
 
 How much they gain or fpend ; 
 Their joys mufl foon give up the ghoft, 
 But mine fhall know no end. 
 
 H Y M N CXCI. 
 
 1. ^T^HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 X Drawn from IMMANUEL's veins; 
 And finners plung'd beneath that flood, 
 Lofe all their guilty ftains* 
 
 2. The 
 
22 5 ) 
 
 2. The dying thief rejoie'd to fee 
 That fountain in his da 
 And there have I as viie as he, 
 U my fins a\Vc 
 
 Dear dying Lamb, th- precious blood 
 Shall never lole 
 
 of GOD 
 Be fav'd to fin no itaoi 
 
 E'er fince by faith I faw the ftream 
 
 Thv flowing wounds fupply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 
 And mall be till I die. 
 
 Then in a nobler fweeter fong, 
 
 I'll fing thy pow'r to fave : 
 When this poor lifping, ftamin'ring tongue 
 
 Lies filent in the grave. 
 
 6. LORD, I believe thou haft prepar'd 
 /nworthy tho' I Ik 
 lor me a blood-bought free reward, 
 A golden harp for me. 
 
 7- Til and tun'd for endlefs v; 
 
 And form'd by pow'r divine, 
 To found in GOD the Father'^ c. 
 ) other name t ae. 
 
 II Y MX 
 
( 226 ) 
 
 HYMN CXCII. 
 
 Breathing after heavenly things. ' 
 
 1. TTO thee, my GOD, I hourly %h, 
 
 -L But not for gelden ftores : 
 Nor covet I the brighteft gems, 
 On the rich eaftern fhores. 
 
 2. Not that deluding empty jov, 
 
 Men call a mighty name ; 
 Nor greatnefs in its gayeft forms, 
 My relllefs thoughts enflame. 
 
 3. Nor pleafure's foft enticing charms, 
 
 My fond defires allure ; 
 Far greater things than earth can yield, 
 My wifhes would fecure. 
 
 4. Thofe blifsful, thofe tranfporting fmiles, 
 
 That brighten heav'n above ; 
 The boundlefs riches of thy grace, 
 And treafures of thy love. 
 
 5. Thefe are the mighty things I crave : 
 
 ! make thefe bleflings mine ; 
 And all the glories of the world 
 
 1 gladly will refign. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 2 *7 ) 
 
 H Y M N CXCIII. 
 
 i. J' ET worldly minds the world purfue, 
 i-i It has no charms for me ; 
 Once I admir'd its trifles too, 
 But grace has fet me free. 
 
 2. It's pleafures now no longer pleafe, 
 
 No more content afford ; 
 Far from my heart be joys like thefe, 
 Now I have known the LORD. 
 
 3. As by the light of op'ning day, 
 
 The ftars are all conceal'd; 
 So earthly pleafures fade away, 
 When JESUS is reveald.' 
 
 4. Creatures no more divide my choice, 
 
 I bid them all depart ; 
 His name, his love, and gracious voice, 
 Have fix'd my roving heart. 
 
 £. Now, LORD, I would be thine alone, 
 And wholly live to thee; 
 But may I hope that thou wilt own 
 A worthlcfs worm like me ? 
 
 5. Yes, tho' of finners I'm the worft, 
 I cannot doubt thy will ; 
 
 For if thou hadft not lov'd me firft, 
 I had icius'd thee ftill. 
 
 HYMN 
 
( 228 ) 
 
 H Y M N CXCIV, 
 
 Reignixg Grace. 
 
 NOW may the LORD reveal his face, 
 And teach our ftarnm'ring tongues 
 To make his fov'reign reigning grace, 
 
 The fubjeft of our fongs ? 
 No fweeter fubjecl can invite 
 
 A fmner's heart to fing ; 
 Or more difplay the glorious right 
 Of our exalted King. 
 
 This fubjecl fills the ftarry plains 
 
 With wonder, joy, and love ; 
 And furnifhes the nobleft {trains 
 
 For all the harps above : 
 While the redeemed in praife combine 
 
 To grace upon the throne ; 
 Angels in folemn chorus join, 
 
 And make the theme their own. 
 
 Grace tills the foil, and fbws the feeds, 
 
 Provides the fun and rain ; 
 Till from the tender blades proceeds 
 
 The ripen'd harvell grain. 
 'Twas grace that call'd our fouls at firlt, 
 
 By grace thus far we're come, 
 And grace will help us. thro" the wcrft, 
 
 And lead us fafely home. 
 
 4. LORD, 
 
( 229 ■ ) 
 
 I 
 
 LORD, when this changing life is part 
 
 If we may fee thy face ; 
 How Jhall we praife, and love, at laft, 
 
 And fing the rejgn of grace ! 
 Yet let us aim while here below 
 
 Thy mercy to difplav; 
 And own at leafi the debt we owe, 
 
 Altho' we cannot pay. 
 
 H Y M N CXCV. 
 
 Christ precious to a believer. 
 
 i. [" E S U S, I love thy charming name, 
 'Tis mufic to my ear ; 
 lain would I found it out fo loud 
 That earth and heav'n might hear. 
 
 2. Yes, thou art precious to my foul, 
 My tranfport, and my truft : 
 Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is fordid dull. 
 
 -3. All my capacious pow'rs can wifh, 
 In thee mod richly meet 5 
 Not to my eyes is light fo dear, 
 Nor friendship half fo fweet. 
 
 O may thy grace ftill chear my heart ! 
 
 And Ihed its fragrance there ! 
 The noblcfl halm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 1 
 
 v 5 . rn 
 
( 2 3o ) 
 
 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 ! 
 
 HYMN CXCVI. 
 
 The nativity. 
 
 *• T_T ARK, the glad found! tho Saviour come 
 X JL The Saviour promis'd long ! 
 Let ev"ry heart prepare a throne, 
 Arid ev'ry 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 a 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 4. He comes, from thicker! 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 
 
( 2 3* ) 
 
 Our glad Hofannas, Prince of peace, 
 
 Thy welcome (hall proclaim ; 
 And heav n\s eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 H Y M N CXCYII. 
 Every creature at GOD's command. 
 
 ELIJAH'S example declares, 
 Whatever diftrefs may betide, 
 The faints may commit all their cares 
 
 To him who will always provide. 
 When rain long withheld from the earth 
 
 Occafion'd a famine of bread, 
 The prophet, fecui'd from the dearth, 
 By ravens was coniiantly fed. 
 
 . More likely to rob than to feed, 
 
 Are ravens who live upon prey ; 
 But where the LO RD's people have need, 
 
 His goodnefs will find out a way: 
 This imtance to thofe m:iv feem ftrange, 
 
 Who know not how faith can prevail • 
 But fooner all nature {hall change, 
 
 Than one of G OD's promifes fail. 
 
 Nor is it a lingular cafe; 
 
 The wonder is often renew 'd ; 
 And many may fay to GO D s praifc, 
 
 By ravens he fendeth them food. 
 Thus worldlings, tho' ravens indeed, 
 Tho' greedy and fdfifli their mind, 
 
 U 2 if 
 
( 2 3 2 ) 
 
 If G O D has a fervant to feed, 
 Againil their own wills can be kind. 
 
 4. Thus Satan, the raven unclean, 
 
 That croaks in die ears of the faints, 
 O'er-rul'd by a power unfeen„ 
 
 Adminifters oft to their wants : 
 GOD teaches them how to find food 
 
 From all the temptations they feel: 
 This raven who thiHls for my blood, 
 
 Has help'd me to many a meal. 
 
 ;. How fafe and how happy are they 
 
 Who on the good Shepherd rely ! 
 He'll give them out ftrength for their da\\ 
 
 Their wants he will furely fupply. 
 He ravens and lions can tame ; 
 
 All creatures obey his command : 
 Then let me rejoice in his name, 
 
 And Jeave all my cares in his hand. 
 
 HYMN CXCVIII. 
 Charity never faileth. 1 Cor. xiii. 8. 
 
 1. T^AITH in the bleeding LAMB, 
 J? O what a gift is this ! 
 Hope of falvation in his name, 
 How comfortable 'tis! 
 
 2. Knowledge of what is right I 
 Hqw we are reconcil'd: 
 
 A 
 
( 2 33 
 
 A foe receiv'd a favourite, 
 An alien made a child. 
 
 3. BlefTings, my friends, like tbefe, 
 
 Are very very great : 
 But foon they ev'ry one muft ceafe : 
 Xor are they now complete. 
 
 4. Faith will to blifs give place. 
 
 In fight we hope fhall lofe ; 
 For w T ho needs trufl^for things he has; 
 Or hope for what he views ? 
 
 £. The little too that's known, 
 
 Which, children-like, we boaft, 
 Will fade like glow-worms in the Sun, 
 Or drops in ocean loft. 
 
 6. But love fhall ftill remain; 
 
 Its glories cannot ceafe. 
 No other change fhall that fuftain, 
 Save only to increafe. 
 
 7. Of all that GOD beftows, 
 
 In earth, or heav'n above, 
 The beli gift faint or angel knows, 
 Or e'er will know, is love. 
 
 8. Love all defecls fupplies, 
 Makes great obftruclions final 1. 
 
 'Tis pray'r; 'tis praife , 'tis facrifice; 
 'Tis holinefs ; 'tis all. 
 
 v . 
 
• ( 2 34 ) 
 
 Defcend, celeflial dove, 
 With JESU's flock abide: 
 
 Give us that beft of bleflings, love : 
 Whate'er we want befide. 
 
 HYMN CXCIX. 
 
 True, and false, Faith. 
 
 1. T7* AIT H's a convincing proof;. 
 JL A fubftance found and fare : 
 
 That keeps the foul fecur'd enough ; 
 But makes it not fecure. 
 
 2. Notion's the harlots tie ft, 
 By which the truth's revil'd ; 
 
 The child of fancy finely dreft; 
 But not the living child. 
 
 3. Faith is by knowledge, fed ; 
 And with obedience mixt, > 
 
 Notion is empty, cold, and dead : 
 And fancy's never fixt. 
 
 4. True faith's the life of GOD, 
 Deep in the heart it lies. 
 
 It lives, and labours under load; 
 Tho' dampt, it never dies. 
 
 5. A weak'ning, emptying grace ; 
 That makes us ftrong and full. 
 
 Falfe faith, tho' flout and full in face, 
 Weakens and ftarves the foul. 
 
 6. Opi 
 
( 2 35 ) 
 
 6. Opinions in the head 
 True faith as far excels ; 
 
 As body differs from a fhadc. 
 Or kernels from the fhells.. 
 
 7. To fee good bread or wine 
 Is not to eat or drinkJ 
 
 So fome, who hear the word divine, 
 Do not believe, but think. 
 
 8. True faith refines the heart; 
 And purifies with blood : 
 
 Takes the whole gofpel, not a part 
 And holds the fear of G OD. 
 
 HYMN CC. 
 Funeral Hymn. 
 
 1. /CHRISTIANS, view this folemn fcenei 
 \^y And, if your fouls be fad, 
 
 Look bcyoud the cloud between ; 
 
 And let your hearts be glad. ~ 
 
 Never from your mem 'ry lofe 
 
 The refureciioa of theji 
 Death's a blefling new to thofe 
 
 Who in our JESJJJS truft. 
 
 2. Deep interred in earth's dark womb 
 The mould ring body lies. 
 
 But the Chrifti; pmb 
 
 Shall foon triumphant rife. 
 JESUS CHRIS T, the righteous Jui!- 
 
 lor all his people's (ins was fcu 
 
 Give 
 
( *36 ) 
 
 Give the S A V I O U R without grudge, 
 The purchafe of his pain. 
 
 3. Now the grave's a downy bed, 
 
 Embroider'd round with blood. 
 Say not the believer's dead ; 
 
 He only refts in GOD. 
 LORD, we long to be at home ; 
 
 Lay down our heads, and fleep in Thee. 
 Come, LORD JESUS quickly come; 
 
 And fet thy pris'ners free. 
 
 H Y M N CCI. 
 To thf HOLY GHOST. 
 
 1. f^O M E, Holy Spirit, come : 
 \^> Let thy bright beams arife, 
 
 Difpel the darknefs from our minds ; ' 
 And open LORD our eyes. 
 
 2. Chear our defponding hearts, 
 Thou heav'nly paraclete , 
 
 Give us to lie with humble hope, 
 At our R ED E E M E R's feet, 
 
 3. Revive our drooping faith ; 
 Oar doubts and fears remove ; 
 
 And kindle in our breafts the flames 
 Of never dying love. 
 
 4. Convince us of our fin ; 
 Tiien lead to JESU's blood: 
 
 And to our wond'ring view reveal 
 The fecret love of GOD. 
 
 5 Shew 
 
( 2 37 ) 
 
 £. Shew us that loving man, 
 
 That rules the courts of biifs, 
 The LOR Dof holts, the mighty GOD, 
 
 Th' eternal Prince of Peace. 
 
 6. 'Tis thine to cleanfe the heart; 
 To fanctifv the foul, 
 
 To pour frcfh life on ev'ry part, 
 id new create the whole. 
 
 7. If thou celeftial Dove, 
 Thine influence withdraw, 
 
 What eafy victims foon we fall 
 To confcience, wrath, and law ! 
 
 8. No longer burns our love ; 
 Our faith and [patience fail; 
 
 Our fin revives ; and death and hell 
 Our feeble fouls aflail, 
 
 9. Dwell therefore in our hearts ; 
 Our minds from bondage free. 
 
 Then fhall we know, andpraife, and love, 
 The Father, Son, and Thee. 
 
 H Y M N CCII. 
 
 1. T AM, faith CHRIST, the Way 
 
 JL Now if we credit bim, 
 All other paths mull lead aftray 
 How fair foe'er thev fecm. 
 
 2. I 
 
( *& ) 
 
 2. I am, faith CHRIST, the Truth. 
 Then all that lacks this teft, 
 
 Proceed it from an Angel's mouth, 
 Is but a lie at be{L 
 
 3. I am faith CHRIST, the Life. 
 Let this be feen by faith, 
 
 It follows without further ftrife, 
 That all befides is death. 
 
 4. If what thofe words aver, 
 The Holy Ghoft apply ; 
 
 The fimpleft Chriflian (hall not env 
 Nor be deceiv'd, nor die. 
 
 HYMN CCIII. 
 
 1. r I 'AKE heed, ye Chriftians how yc heaiv 
 
 JL Pay ev'ry truth refpecL 
 The word of exhortation bear ; 
 Nor treat with cold neglecL 
 
 2. Defpife not thofe who would you warn. 
 
 Remember, this is true : 
 He that his duty will not learn, 
 His duty will not do. 
 
 3. Who flights injmy part GOD's word, 
 
 Shews a too haughty look. 
 The flpthful foul will not be ftirr'd ; 
 Nor fcorners hear rebuke. 
 
 4. Better's a babe, that would be wife, 
 
 Than thofe who mind high things : 
 
 Whofe 
 
( 2 39 ) 
 
 Whofe long profefTion fcorns advice, 
 Thofe old and foolifh kings. 
 
 5. LORD let me not, by pride entic'd, 
 
 Thy precepts count a load. 
 Help me to keep the faith of C H R I S T, 
 
 And the commands of GOD. 
 
 HYMN CCIV. 
 
 -Characters and offices of CHRIST. 
 
 1. fl H R I S T is th' eternal Rock, 
 
 V^/ On which his church is built; 
 The Shepherd of his little flock ; 
 
 The Lamb that took our guilt ; 
 Our Counfellor ; our Guide ; 
 
 Our Brother, and our Friend ; 
 The Bridegroom of his chofen bride, 
 
 Who loves her to the end. 
 
 2*. He is the Son to free; 
 
 The Bifhop he to blefs ; 
 The full Propitiation he ; 
 
 The LORD our Righteoufnefs : 
 His body's glorious Head ; 
 
 Our Advocate that pleads; 
 Our Prieft that pray'd, aton'd, and bled, 
 
 And ever intercedes. 
 
 3. Let all obedient fouls 
 
 Their grateful tribute bring; 
 
 Submit 
 
( 2 *p ) 
 
 Submit to JE SU's righteous rules, 
 
 And bow before their King. 
 Our Prophet CHRIST expounds 
 
 His and our Father's will. 
 This good Phyfician cures our wounds 
 
 With -tendernefs and /kill, 
 
 4. When fin had fadly made 
 'Twixt wrath and mercy ftrife ; 
 
 Our dear Redeemer dearly paid 
 
 Our ranfom with his life. 
 Faith gives the full releafe; 
 
 Our Surety for us flood. 
 The Mediator made the peace, 
 
 And fign'd,!t with his blood. 
 
 5. Soldiers your Captain own. 
 Domeftics, ferve your Lord. 
 
 Sinners, the SAVIOUR's love make known, 
 Saints, hymn th' Incarnate Word ; 
 
 The Witnefs fure and true 
 
 Of GOD 's good will to men; 
 
 The Alpha and th' Omega too, 
 The Firft and Laft Amen 
 
 6. Poor pilgrims fhall not ftray, 
 Who frighted flee from wrath : 
 
 A bleeding JESUS is the Way; 
 
 And blood tracks all the path. 
 Chriftians in CHRIST obtain 
 
 The Truth that can't deceive.. 
 And never fhall they die again, 
 
 Who in the Life believe. 
 
 F I jj I S. 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Or Table of firft lines. 
 
 AH, lovely appearance of death! 
 All you that -ove the Lord &c. 
 Amen, the holy Angels cry, 
 Am I a folcHer of the crofs? 
 And now the year falutes our eyes, 
 And is it yet dear Lord, a doubt, 
 Arife, mv tend'reft thoughts arife, 
 As fhepherds in Jewry were guarding &c 
 A thoufand foes prepare to war, 
 Awake, and fing the fong 
 Awake, ye Liints, and lift your eyes, 
 Away dark thoughts, awake, my joy ; 
 
 B 
 
 Behold, the bright morning appears, 
 Behold the fure foundation iione, 
 Behold, the well of life appears, 
 BleiledbeGodforall, 
 Bleflbe the dear uniting love, 
 Blefl be my God that 1 was born 
 Blow ye tiie trumpet blow, 
 Brethren, I bid you all farcwel; 
 
 X Can 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Page 
 
 ' 4.5 
 
 56 
 
 188 
 
 221 
 
 18 
 
 24 
 
 5» 
 
 76 
 
 111 
 
 *37 
 
 "5 
 
 142 
 
 % 
 
 35 
 
 . 148 
 
 *75 
 
 "7 
 
 M3 
 
 si 
 
 38 
 
 128 
 
 *55 
 
 93 
 
 118 
 
 i«4 
 
 150 
 
 181 
 
 213 
 
 185 
 
 217 
 
 59 
 
 77 
 
 55 
 
 7* 
 
 2 3 
 
 30 
 
 28 
 
 35 
 
 107 
 
 »34 
 
INDEX. 
 
 C 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Can we behold without amaze 135 
 Chriii/s trumpet founds, let faints be arnrd, 3 
 
 Chrift is th' eternal rock, 204 
 
 Chrifiians, view this folemn fcene, 200 
 
 Come rife, my foul, to noble things, 1 
 
 Come all ye chrifiians, view 4 
 
 Come, let us join for to adore 12 
 
 Cor ~ ye Tinners, poor, and wretched, 25 
 
 Come thou fount of ev'ry blefTmg! 47 
 
 Come fmners tq the gofpel feaft, 48 
 
 Come fee the pow'r of Chrift our King ! 106 
 
 Come thou bleft Jefus fill my heart, 116 
 Come Lord, and warm each languid heart, 121 
 
 Come, ye Chriftians, fing the praifes 146 
 
 Come, thou Almighty King, 149 
 
 Come, holy Spirit, come: 291 
 
 D 
 
 Dear Saviour here I panting lie, 41 
 
 Dear friends farewel, I go to dwell 44 
 
 Deferters, to the camp return, 30 
 
 Did our Immanuel die for us, 56 
 
 Difmifs us with thy bleffing, Lord, 130 
 
 Does it not grief and wonder move. 168 
 
 E 
 
 Earth has detain'd me pris'ner long, 67 
 
 Elijah's example declares, 197 
 
 Encpurag'd by thy word 97 
 
 Faith 
 
Hvmn 
 
 Page 
 
 '198 
 
 262 
 
 199 
 
 2 34 
 
 9° 
 
 »M 
 
 119 
 
 MB 
 
 104 
 
 
 m 
 
 M9 
 
 10: 
 
 ; 1 
 
 I N D E X. 
 
 Faith in the bleeding Lamb, 
 
 faith's a convincing proof, 
 
 Farewel vain world, I bid adieu, 
 
 Far from thefe narrow fcenes of night, 
 
 Father, if thou my Father art, 
 
 Father, I long, I faint to fee, 
 
 From Pole to Pole let others roam, 
 
 Gird thy Loins up, Chriflian Soldier, 132 158 
 
 Glory, Glory, Glorv, Glory, 78 90 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way 24 32 
 
 God of my life, through all my days, 151 179 
 
 God of all confolation, take 172 202 
 
 Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah, 39 48 
 
 H 
 
 Hail the day tint fees him rife, 102 
 
 Happy foul, that hears and follows 163 
 
 Happy the hours, the golden daws, 187 211) 
 
 Hark whence that found! hark! hark! the 
 
 joyful' fhoutings ; 118 
 
 Hark, the glad found! the Saviour comes, 196 
 He comes! he comes ! the Saviour dear, ioi 127 
 He comes! he comes! the Saviour comes! it)i 
 He dies! the friend of finners dies! ij8 187 
 
 Hence from my foul, my fins depart, 
 How meanly dwells th' immortal mind! 
 
 x 2 iiow 
 
N D 
 
 X. 
 
 How wondYous are the works of God 
 How fweet the name of Jefus founds 
 How tedious and taftelefs the hours, 
 
 I 
 
 I afk'd the Lord that I might grow 
 
 I am, faith Chrift, the way, 
 
 I am now inclin'd 
 
 If all tlie globe belonged to me, 
 
 If to Jefus for relief 
 
 Jf there are paflions in my foul, 
 
 I long to fhare the happinefs 
 
 I long to behold him array *d 
 
 I'll praife my Maker with my breath; 
 
 In heav'nly choirs a queftion rofe, 
 
 Innumerable foes 
 
 I fojourn in a vale of tears; 
 
 It is a very pleafant thing 
 
 I want an heart to pray; 
 
 Jefu, lover of my fou), 
 
 Jefus, thy bleffings are not few, 
 
 Jefus drinks the bitter cup, 
 
 Jefus, my all to Heav'n is gone, 
 
 Jefus is our God, and Saviour, 
 
 Jefus, I love thy charming name, 
 
 Joy to the World; the Lord is come; 
 
 K 
 
 Kind fouls, who for the mis'ries moan 
 
 \ r mn 
 
 Page 
 
 82 
 
 104 
 
 112 
 
 138 
 
 *33 
 
 159 
 
 164 
 
 194 
 
 202 
 
 2 37 
 
 87 
 
 109 
 
 *3 
 
 »7 
 
 69 
 
 90 
 
 7 1 
 
 02 
 
 54 
 
 % 
 
 96 
 
 121 
 
 105 
 
 13* 
 
 57 
 
 73 
 
 162 
 
 190 
 
 52 
 
 116 
 
 16 
 
 22 
 
 63 
 
 82 
 
 46 
 
 58 
 
 72 
 
 93 
 
 i*5 
 
 152 
 
 126 
 
 »53 
 
 H5 
 
 171 
 
 *95 
 
 229 
 
 i 79 
 
 211 
 
 84 
 
 106 
 
 Kindred 
 
I N D E X 
 
 Kindred in Chrift, for his dear fake, 
 
 Lantb of God, we fall before thee, 
 Let Zion and her fons rejoice, 
 Let us afk th' important queftion, 
 Let worldly minds the world purfuc, 
 Lo, he comes with clouds defcending ! 
 Lord, bring thy church out of diflrefs, 
 Lord help us on thy love to £"ed; 
 Lord, pity outcaftYvile and bafe, 
 Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove 
 Lord, in the morning thou (halt hear 
 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin, 
 Love divine, all loves excelling, 
 Lo, what an entertaining fight 
 Luke warm fouls, the foe grows flronger, 
 
 M. 
 
 Magnificent free grace arife, 
 Mercy is welcome news indeed, 
 Methinks I hear my Saviour's voice, 
 Mourning, and drooping, here I lie 
 My Jefus he is all to me, 
 My foul doth magnify the Lord, 
 
 Hvmn 
 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 M4 
 
 l 77 
 
 tf 
 
 9-4 
 
 H7 
 
 nr_ 
 
 193 
 
 22/ 
 
 99 
 
 !2"1 
 
 10 
 
 1 : 
 
 26 
 
 3-* 
 
 142 
 
 169 
 
 150 
 
 178 
 
 *73 
 
 205 ! 
 
 l 77 
 
 209 
 
 £ Ap9 
 
 199 
 
 95 
 
 .10 
 
 r, 129 
 
 >#6 
 
 169 
 
 18X 
 
 ,30 
 
 i')i 
 
 1 1 
 
 >5 
 
 40 
 
 
 5» 
 
 
 *9 
 
 
 X Q 
 
INDEX, 
 
 Take heed, ye Chriftians how ye hear, 
 Teach me the meafure of my days, 
 That heart; is harder than a ftone 
 There is a war proclaim'd above, 
 The fountain of Chrift 
 The Lord that made both heav'n aj 
 
 earth. 
 The fouls that would to Jefus prefs, 
 The Lord o u' falvation and light, 
 The church a garden is, 
 There is a land of living jov, 
 There is a land of pure delight, 
 The firmer that truly, believes, 
 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 This God is the God we adore, 
 This fpacious earth is all the Lord's, 
 Tho' ftrait be the way, 
 Thy judgments, great God r are equal and 
 
 juft, 
 Thy love, O Jefus! is a theme 
 "Tis a point I long to know, 
 'Til falfe ; thou vile accufer go T 
 To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, 
 To thee, my God, I hourly figh, 
 Try us, O God, and fearch the ground 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Page 
 
 V03 
 
 238 
 
 *75 
 
 207 
 
 9 l 
 
 Mtf 
 
 2 
 
 5 
 
 > 37 
 d 
 
 ■ 44 
 
 79 
 
 100 
 
 80 
 
 102 
 
 1J 3 
 
 *39 
 
 114 
 
 141 
 
 120 
 
 146 
 
 122 
 
 148 
 
 141 
 
 167 
 
 ] 9* 
 
 224 
 
 2Q 
 
 36 
 
 *74 
 
 206 
 
 36 
 
 nd 
 
 43 
 
 .50 
 
 65 
 
 ^55 
 
 183 
 
 103 
 
 129 
 
 163 
 
 *93 
 
 183 
 
 215 
 
 192 
 
 226 
 
 20 
 
 2 7 
 
 Uprifing 
 
INDEX. 
 U 
 
 Hymn Page 
 
 L'prifing from the darkfome tomb 143 169 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes, 184 216 
 
 Vain mm thy fond purfuits forbear; 31 37 
 
 Vain things allure, and charm the mind 109 136" 
 
 Vital fpatk of heavnly flame, 6j 84 
 
 W 
 
 Well, let this earth Iv houfe decay, 
 Whatever prompts the foul to pride, 
 What trumpet's this that founds 
 What (hall I render to my God, 
 Wiiat heav'nly man, or lovely God, 
 When the Saviour good and gracious, 
 When Chrift fhall rend from end to end 
 When rifing from the bed of death, 
 When gracious Lord, when fhall it be 
 When darknefs long lias veil'd my mind, 
 When John, though a man, 
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