FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY ^ : DJvUdoa Seetloa BAPTIST SELECTION OF HYMNS & PSALMS. A §EP 21 1934 HYMNS^gg^L- PROM THE MOST APPROVED AUTHORS; PRINCIPALLY FROM Watts & Hippon: together with ORIGINALS. BY DANIEL BODGE, V.D.M. ■Sins unto GOD, sing praises to his name : extol him that ridcth upoi; the heavens by his name J AH, and rejoice before him. ... .Psal. 63: a Speaking to yourselves in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs, shy- ing and nuking melody in your hearts to the LORD.... Epfts. 5: v * WILMINGTON : PUBLISHED BY MATHEW R. LOCKERMAN JOSEPH JONES, PRINTER. 1808.. J}ist*ir0qf Delaware, ss, BE it remembered, that on the twenty-third day of February, in the thirty-second year of the indepen- dence of the United States of America, A. D. 18O8, Mathew R. Lockerman, of the said District, hath de- posited in this office the title of a book, the right •whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words follow- ing, to wit, ' A Selection of Hymns and Psalms from the most approved authors, principally from Dr. Watts and Dr. Rippon : together with originals, for the use of public and private devotion. By Daniel Dodge', V. D. M. « Sing unto God — sing praises to his name . Extol him that rideth upon the heavens, by his name J ah, and rejoice before him, Psalm lxviii. 4. Sneaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spirit- ual songs, singing and making melody in your hearts to the Lord, Eph. v. i9 .' — In conformity to the act of congress of the United States, entitled «« An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned," and also to the act entitled, «« An act supplementary to an act entitled an act for the encouragement of learn- ing, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned," and extending the bene- fits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and ! tching historical and other prints. THOMAS WITHERSPOON, Chr 1 ofthf District of Ddaware. PREFACE. THE Psalms and Hymns composed by th$r- sweet singer in Israel, Dr. Watts, truly claiim the highest respect for Poetry ; yet there be- ing some subjects on which he has no Psalm nor Hymn, has rendered his book incomplete. Dr. Rippon, to obviate this deficiency, has se- lected Hymns on every necessary subject, and designed his as an appendix to Watts's : Still there is some inconvenience in having each person disposed to sing accomodated. In those- meeting-houses which have no pews, hymn*, books cannot be left with safety : and to carry Watts's and Rippon's every time they attend divine worship, is thought very burdensome.—^ Some being passionately fond of one, and some of the other, 10 accommodate each has been tins design of the Selector. How far he has suc- ceeded in this attempt must be decided by the public. I have long wished to see a selection of this kind done, by a competent judge of poetry, but have desired and waited in vain.— Having at last compieated this, I submit it to the inspection of my brethren ; hoping erelong to meet them in the celestial world, where the song and notes will be well inscribed on everf " eart, and spend eternity, in wonder, love and raise, is the praver of yours, &c, D. D, A TABLE Tojind any Htmn by the first Line Hy nin & Page ADAM our father and our head,. Afflicted saints to Christ draw near Ah lovely appearance of death I Alas, what hourly clangers rise ! All hail the power of Jesu's name I Almighty Maker God ! Aloud we sing the wonderous grace, Am i soldier of the cross, And are we wretches yet alive I And now the scales have left mine eyes, And can my heart aspire so high, And have I, Christ, no love for thee And must this body die ? And will the Judge descend ? Arise ar.d shine, O Zion, fair, As on the cross the Saviour hung, Ascend thy throne, almighty King, Asham'd of Christ, my soul disdains Astonish'd and distress'd At anchor laid remote from home, Attend, my soul, the sacred page, Awake, awake the sacred song Awake, my soui, and Mess his name* Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound. Away, my unbelieving lears ! X A Table of the first line*. Hymn & Page Awake our souls, away our fears, 218 Awake our drowsy souls, 266 B IJEFORE thy throne, eternal King, 32$ J Begin the third of Mathew, and read that chapter true, 34T Begone unbelief, 215 Behold the glories of the Lamb, 340 Behold how sinners disagree 205 Behold the sin-atoning Lamb, 132 Behold the lep'rous Jew, 77 Behold what wonderous grace, 72 Behold thy waiting servant, Lord, 87 Be with me, Loi\i, to-day 26'4 Beside the gospel pool, 214 Bless, O ray soul, the living Gnl\ Eternal God', almighty canst: 3 Exalted Prince of Life, we own J 95 F FAITH! 'tis a precious grace, 155 Faith is the brightest evidence 159 Fair Sion's king we suppliant bow 314 Fai as thy name is known 255 Far from my thoughts, vain world begone 257 Farewell my friends, I must be gone, Farewell my brethren in the Lord, Farther of mercies bow thine ear. Father is not thy promise pledg'd, Father 1 long, 1 faint to see F-ather of glory to thy name Father of mercies, in thy word Forgivness \ 'tis a joyful sound G GLORY to God who Hgns above Glory to thee, my God, this night Go teach the nations and baptize God who in various methods told God moves in a mysterious way, God, in the gospel of his Son ; God of my life, look gently down, God is a spirit just, and wise, God in his earthly temple lays God of my lite to thee belong Good is the Lord, the heavenly k ; ng Grace, 'tis a charming sound, Gracious L»7t\. incline thine ear. A Tab.k of the first lines,. xili My am & Page Great former of this various frame {> Great God attend while Zion sings 173 Great spirit of immortal love ] 8*'" Great God, oppress'd with i^nef and fear 24,2 Great God where'er we pitch our tent, g$4 Great God, now condescend, 250 Great was the day, the joy was great, 284 Great God, how infinite art thou i 38.5 Great God, I own the sentence just, 407 II HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 1 83 Hail mighty Jesus, how divine .08 Hail glorious day, when from the dead 26:3. Happy beyond description he KiO Happy the man who finds the grace 21.6* Happy the church, thou sacred place, 304 Hark ! bom the tombs a doleful sound, 404 Hark 1 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice 210 Hark 1 Tor 'tis Goa's own son thai calis 70 Hark ; the glad sound, the Saviour comes, lltfg He dies ! the heavenly lover dies, ] 14 lie dies ! the- friend of sinners dies 362 He lives, the great Redeemer lives, 1 1$ He're, Lord, my soul convicted stands, 43 Holy and reverend is the name 24 Hosannah to the Prince of light, 1 1 i How wond'ious great ! how glorious bright .! 8 H^w beauteous are their feet 43 How sad our state by nature is I G$ How firm a foundation, ye saints cC the Lord, 5)7"* How lost was my condition 1 ip How oft hath sin and Satan strove .165 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 231 How did my heart rejoice te hear 25£ How r.i.armin^ is th^place^ 25fi xiv A Table of the first lineS. Hymn & Page How pleasant how divinely fair 25C How shall the sons of men appear* 28<> How honourable is the place 30? How pleasant 'tis to see 32i- How sweet and awful is the place 35? How happy every child of grace, 406 How great, how terrible that God, 409 Humble souls who seek salvation. 34! I I Long to see the seasons ccme 324 I love the Lord, he heard my cries, 380 J am, saith Christ, the way ; 146 In evil long I took delight, 69 In vain we lavish out our lives 79 Infinite grief! amazing woe ' 103 im sweet ezaltcd strains 251 In vain the giddy world er.quirel 295 In the Lord's word left on record, 350 Jn anger, Lord, <\o not chastise, o'y In what confusion earth appears, 416 In heaven's rnv home mv treasure's all a- bovc, ' 427 Is there ambition in my hear: v 171 Is this the kind return, W Jerusalem ! my happy home* 426 Jesus, before thee I appear, 7g Jesus, the heavenly lover, gave Jesus. I sing thy matchless grace, Jesus, I love thy charming name. Jesus ! a name of sweetest sound, lesus our souls delightful choice, Tesus, before thee I appear, Vsus, at thy command, ■■ X r : iesus grant as all a blessing, r ' J~sus, my Lord, how rich thy grace ! 323 A T XV Hymn Sc Page Jesus, and shall it ever be 343 Jesus invites his saints 356 Join all the glorious names 147 Joy to the world the Lord is tome, 100 K KEEP silence all created things, It Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord 30:> Kindred and friends and native lands, 329 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake 367 L LET all the heathen writers join 41 Let every mortal ear attend 47 Let those who bear the christian name 207 Let Zion's watch men all awake 3 1 Life is the time to serve the Lord, I 64 Like sheep we went astray, 11-6 .Lo ! he cometh 1 countless trumpets 412 Lo ! he comes with clouds descending 413 Lo ! what an entertaining sight 321 Lord dismiss us with thy blessing, 293 Lord shall we part with gold for dross, 297 Lord what a heaven of saving grace 336 Lord at thy table I behold 354 Lord I am pain'd, but I resign, 381 Lord at thy temple we appear, 39 S Lord 'tis an infinite delight 396 Lord vr hat a feeble piece 401 Lord thou with an unerring beam 10 Lord thou hast search'e ~.:-d seen me thro' ; 11 Lord I have made thy wo- ace^ 42 Lord hast thou made me know thy wayr ? 62 Lord when thou didst ascend on high-, i il Lord when my thoughts with wonder roll, 1 1 7 Lord at thy feet we sinners lie, 168 -Lord if thou thy grace impart, 1 6.° xvi J Tabic nfthcfrsf tyres. Hymn St Page i^ord I am thme, but thou wilt prove 210 Lord thou wilt hear me when J pray 047 Lord of hosts how lovely fair, 054. Lord in the morning thou siialt hear 259 Lord 1 cannot let thee go, 074 Lord we come before thee now 280 M ^\/|~AN has a soul of vast desires, 298 ,i.y.J_ Me thinks the lust great day is come, 4it) Mortals awake, with angels join pg My God, my life, my love, I Idy God, my King, thy various praise 26 My soul thy great Creator praise, 34, My sorrows like a flood, 0*7 My soul with joy attend, $0 My God assist me while I raise 142 .My God what silken cords are thine i 1 $2 My soul how lovely is the place 174 My soul doth magnify the Lord, I 7 J My spirit looks to God alont, 212 My soul arise in joyful lays, 232 My God permit me not to be 241 My God permit my tongue 270 My brethren from my heart belov'd. 313 My thoughts that often mount ihe skies, 390 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, 417 N T^fAKED as from the earth we came, SOS JL^I Not all the outward forms on earjjj^^p ' Not with our mortal eyes 132 Not all iIk nobles of the earth ]\o\v be my heart inspired to sing 4-n Now begin the heavenly theme 3 3 Now let our mourniul songs record 106 Now let our voices join .172 AT^lecfihcflrsilv:t3, x&i Hymn 8c Page Now in the gall'ries of his grace 181 Now the shades of night are gone, 248 Now while the gospel net is cast, 2S 1 Now, Lord, the heav'nly seed is sown 3 286 Now let our souls en wings sublime, 23p Now shall tny inward joys arise, 303 Now we are met in holy fear 338 Now from the altar of our hearts 364 Now let our hearts conspire to raise Sj^ Now in the heat of youthful blood 391 Now let our drooping hearts revive 402 O O Christians all I pray reflect, 348 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 328 Often I seek my Lord by night, 75 O how I love thy holy law 45 Oh ! blessed souls are they 66 Oh for a sliout of sacred joy I 12 Oh i happy soulsj how fast you go, 234 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I'll submit, 224 O Lord I would delight in thee, 178 O God of mercy hear my call, 154 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 423 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, 1 53 O thou whose justice reigns on high 272 Our God ascends his lefty throne, 308 Our souls by love together knit, 2.27 P PEACE be unto this house, 249 Praise ye the Lord my heart shall join 1 8 Praise ye the Lord : 'tis good to raise, 121 Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear 377 Prepare me gracious God, 400 bS fcVllI .A Tabu oj the'Jirjt lint R Hymn 8c page REJOICE, the Lord is King-, 1 \ 5 Religion is the chief concern 203 • Hepent," the voice celestial cries, U)-i Return. () God of love, return ; 42:"> H'tse ray soul and stretch thy wings, 230' Ilise, rise ray sou4 s and leave the ground 336" S "i AlIyTS, at your heavenly fathers word 202 j Salvation ! () mcodious sound 85 86 101 327 10? 2(12 2|)0 3m 3/T3 2: 1 si 19$ 530 3 i I*S 351 k_j balvatu. Sal vatien ! O the joyful sound ! Saviour of men, and Lord of love, Saviour "sit thy plantation, See Lord, thy willing subjects bow See what a living stone $ee Feiix clotlAl with pomp anti power. See how the mounting Sun See gracious God, before ihy throne Shall the vile race of flesh and blood Shall wisdom cry aloud, Shew pity, Lord. O Lord forgive* Shepherd of Israel nentl thine ear, Should bounteous nature kindly pour Shout for the blessed Jesus reigns, Swg to the Lord that built the skies, 3>fig the near Saviour's glorious fame, >in$ to the Lord Jehovah's name, Sing to the Lord above, Sing to the Lord ye heavenly host, Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown? £0 let our lips and lives express Songs o! immortal praise belopg Sooe as 1 heard my Latlur say, So v* reign of hfe 1 own thy hand Shrinked with rcco :cLmg:b!ood, ! c 5s <22 Hymn & Pag^ Stop, poor sinners, stop and think, fc 300 Stoop clown my thoughts that us'd to rise 392 Strait is the way, the door is slrr.it, 23£ S.tretchM on ihecioss the Saviour dies; - 105 Sweet is trie work, my God, my King, 26$ T THAT glorious day is drawing nigh, 31b That awful day will surely come, 419 The sinner that by precious faitb, 83 The voice of my beloved sounds- 74 The Saviour calls-— let every ?ar $0 The tree ©f life my soul hafh seen,. KT8 The bible is justly esteemed I 44 The moment a sinner believes) 157 The Lord will happiness divine 1'$$ The day is past and gone, 246 The wondering nations have beheld 306 The Lord into his garden comes, 316 The Lord on mortal worms looks down 320 The King of heaven bistable spreads, 355 The God of our salvation hears 360 The Lord, the Judge before bis throne 4i:;> Thee we adore eternal name, 33d There is a fountain hll'd with blood, 127* There is a heaven in yonder skies, 225 There is joy in heav'n and joy on earth 335 There is a land of pure delight, : ? .U4 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, 267 This- is the day the Lord hath made, 26 i Thou art, O God, a Spirit a pure, 4 Thou whom my soul admires above 73 Thou art my portion, O my God ; 209 Ti.ou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,, 291 Thou only fove.i'eigis of my heart, 33[) Tivr.o* ev'r^/. age, eteyna-1 God, Jtx: A Table of the first iines. Hymn 8c Page Throughout our Saviour's life we trace 104 Thus saith the high and lofty orte, 192 Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd v 324 Thus we commemorate the day, 353 Thy names how inShiO they be ! 7 Thy mercy my God, is the theme of my song 22 Thy life I read my dearest Lord 398 Th* almighty reigns exalted high 13 s Tis finish'd ! so the Saviour cry'd, 54 To God the universal King 2 To Christ the Levi, let every tongue 124 To distant lands thy gospel send, 287 To thee let my first offerings rise, 353 'Twas the commission of our Lord, 346 NITE, my roving tho'ts unite 195 V VAIN are the hopes the sons of men 64 Vital soark of heavenly flame, 424 W WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will, 15 Wandering pilgrims, mourning chris- tians, 94 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 26*3 Well met, dear friends, in Jesu's name, 26*9 Well, the Redeemer's With humble heart and tongue Y YE servants of your God. his iame Ye humble souls approach your God Ye humble saints proclaim abroad Ye sons of men with joy record Ye dying sons of men, Ye scarlet colouv'd sinners come Ye glittering toys of earth adieu, Ye humble souls rejoice;, Ye humble souir. complaint ne more, xxa A Table of thejirst Unci. v I*- Hymn & Pare Ye trembling souls dismiss your fears, 213 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Ye sons of Adam vain and young, Yes>, the Redeemer rose ; Yes, there are joys that cannot die, Yonder ! amazing sight ! I see Your harps ye trembling saints GENERAL CONTENTS. Cos From Hymn 1 to 2^. Creation and Providence 30 — 34 Fall of Maw 35— 36 Scriptures, Properties of if 39 — 42 Moral Law 43— 4t Gospel 46* — 5£ Doctrines and blessing's 53 — 8b Invitations and promises 87 — $7 Christ, bis incarnation and ministry 98 — 1 OS Sufferings and death 103 — 1CK) "Resurrection and ascension 1 1 — 1 1 4 Exaltation and intercession 1 15 — ISO- Characters and representations 121 — 1 47 Spirit, influences and graces 148—218 Christian life 219 — 240% iVoRS hip, Private 241—243 Family 244—250- Public 251—258 Lord's-day 259—268 Before prayer S69 — 277 Before sermon 278—284 After sennor 23 V— 2£4 IWORLD 295—301 ^Church, Described, formed, &c. 302 — 319 Associations of churches 320 — 331 Collections for poor churches 33,2 — 332 Church meeting 2 *— -34 C Txiv General Ojut'cnt-i. Baptism S«* J — 350 Lord's Supper 351 — 357 Times and Seasons 353 — 384 Time and Eternity ~85 — 389 Death and the Resurrection" 390 — 406 Judgment 409 — 415 -? el r, and H r a v e n 4 1 5— .42 8 HYMNS & PSALMS. GOD. HYMN l. S. M. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 93. God all y and in ail. Psal. Ixxii. 25, i T\/I~Y God, my life, my love, J3jL To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art All in All. 2 (Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell ; 'Tis paradise when thou art here : If thou depart 'tis hell.) 3 (The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace , And no where else bat there.) 4 (To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss They sit around thy gracious throm;. And dwell where Jesus is.) 5 (Not all the harps above Can make a heav T nly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.) 6 Ner earth nor all the sky, Can one delight afford ; No, not a drop of real joy Without thy presence. Lord, E The Being and Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll : The circle where my passions move ; . And centre of my soul. (To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire : And yet, how far from thee I lie ! Dear Jesus raise me higher.) 2. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hym:: 1. A Song of Praise to God. TO God the universal king Let all mankind their tribute bring r A1I that have breath, your voices raise, In songs of never-ceasing praise. The spacious earth on which we tread, And wider heavens stretch'd o'er our head, A large and solemn temple framo, To celebrate its builder's fame. Here the bright sun that rules the day, As thro' the sky he makes his way, To all the world proclaims : loud The boundless sovereignty of God. When from his courts the sun retires, And with the day his voice expires, The moon and stars adopt the song, An4 thro' the night the praise prolong. The listening earth with rapture hears Th' narmonious music of the spheres ; And ali her tribes the notes repeat, That God is wise, and good, and great. But man endow'd with nobler pow'is, His God in nobler strains adores : His is the gift to know the song, As well as sir»g with tuneful tongue. Perfections of God. 3, & 3. Long- Metre. From J R's Selection, Hymn 2. The Unity of God. Deut.vi. 4. ETERNAL God 1 Almighty cause Of earth, and seas and worlds unknown ; All things are subject to thy laws ; AH things depend on thee alone. Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possest ; Controi'd by none art- thy commands ; Thou from thyself alone art blest. To thee alone ourselves we owe ; Let heaven and earth due komage pay ; All other gods we disavow, Deny their claims, renounce their swaj*. Spread thy gTeat name thro' heathen lands ; Their idol-deities dethrone ; Reduce the world to thy command ; And reign, as thou art, God alone. 4. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 3, The Spirituality of God. John iv. 2-i THOU art, O God ! a Spirit pure, Invisible to mortal eyes ; Th' immoral and the eternal King, The great the good the only wise. Whilst nature changes, and her works Corrupt, decay, dissolve and die, Thy essence pure no change shall see, Secure of immortality. Thou great invisible ! what hand Can draw thy image spotless fair ? To what in heaven, to whar on earth. Can men th' immortal king compare. The Being and Let stupid heathens* frame their gods Of gold and silver, wood and stone ; Ours is the God that made the heavens, Jehovah He and God alone. My soul, tfey purest homage pay, In truth and spirit him adore ; More shall this please than sacrifice, Than outward forms delight him more 5. Long Metre. From I W Plalm 90 Mar. mbrlai and God eternal. A mournful song at a funeral. THRO' ev'iy age, eternal God, Thou art cur rest, our safe abode : Bich was thy throne e'er heav'n was made. Or earth thy humble footstool lad. Long hadst thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashkm'd into man : And long thy kingdom shall endure \V lun earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity : Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just. " Return, ye sinners, to your dust." (A thousand of our yearsamount Scarce to a day in thine account ; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the Ikst watch of ending night.) PAUSE. (Death, like an overflowing stream. Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream : An empty tale ; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in u: hour.) (Our age to seventy years is set ; How short the time ! how frail the state ! Perfections of God* And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan, than live. 7 But oh ! how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years 1 Thy wrath awakes our humble dread ! We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead.) 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ; And kindly lengthen out the span, 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. 6. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 5. The Immutability of God, and the Mutability the Creation. Psalm cii. 2 5.2 8, 1 f~^\ RE AT former of this various frame, \jy[ Our souls adore thine awful name; And bow and tremble while they praise The ancient of eternal days. 2 Thou Lord, with unsurpris'd survey Saw'st nature rising yesterday ; And as to-morrow, shall thine eye See earth and stars in ruin lie. 3 Beyond an Angel's vision bright, Thou dwell'st in self-existent light ; Which shines with undiminished ray, While suns and worlds in smoke decay. 4 Our days a transient period run, And change with ev'ry circling sun ; And in the firmest state we boast, A moth can crush us into dust. 5 But let the creatures fall around : Let death consign us to the ground? Let the last general flame arise, And melt the arches of the skies *, 7, 8 The Being and 6 Calm -is the summer's ocean, we Can all the wreck of nature see, While grace secures us an abode, Unshaken a$ the throne of God. 7. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 6. The Infinite. i J 1 1HY names, how infinite they be ! _i Great Everlasting one ! « Boundless thy might a; d majesty. And unconfin'd thy throne. 2 Thy glories shine of wond'rous size, And wond'rous large thy grace ; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes. And Gabriel veils his fV.ce. 3 Thine essence is a vast abyss, Which angels cannot sound, An ocean of infinities Where all our thoughts are drown'd- 4 The mysteries of creation Ire Beneath enV.ghten'd minds ; Thoughts can ascend above the sky, And fly before the winds. 5 Reason may grasp the massy hills, And stretch from pole to pole, But half thy name our spirit fills, And overloads our soul. 6 In vaifi our haughty reason swells, For nothing's found in thee But boundless unconceivable s, And vast eternity. 8. ' Common Metre* From I. W Book 2, Hymn 87. The divine gly.'ica above our reason. ] TrjT' )W wond'rous great ! how glorious JUL MM our Creator be, [f>ri zh\ Perfections of God. < Who dwells amidst the dazzline lisrht Of vast infinity ! b 5 2 Our soaring spirits upwards rise Tow'rd the celestial throne ; Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the Almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies ; But still how far beneath thy feet Our grov'ling reason lies'! 4 (Lord, here we bend our humble souls ^ And awfully adore ; For the weak pinions of our mind, Can stretch a thought no more } 5 1 hygienes infinitely rise Abov^ur lab'ring tongue ; ' In vain tnV highest seraph tries To form an equal song. 6 (In humble notes our fakh adores The greaVMysterious King: While angels strain their nobfer pow'rs And sweep th' immortal string. 9, Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hvmn 7 Ommfiotcnce ; or, the Power and Providence of God - Psalm cxxxv. W t Servams of Tour God, his fame vT. r , S0T ^ S ° f higheSt P raise Proclaim : | ie vviio, on his commands intent, I xhe courts of Israel's Lord frequent. ' Him praise the everlasting king, And mercy's unexhausted spring: Haste, to his name your voices rear: J W hat name like his the heart can cheer ? j HLhy greatness, Lord, my thoughts attest, 'in! gratitude iniDress'd. 10 The Being and Nor know among the seats divine, A power that shall contend with thine. 4 O thou, whose all-disposing sway, The heavens, the earth, and seas obey j Whose niight through all extent extends. Sinks through all depth,all height transcends , 5 From earth's low margin to the sk.es, Now bids the pregnant vapours rise, The lightning's palid sheet expands, I'd gfads with show'rs the furrow'd lands ; 6 Now from the storehouse built on high, Permits the imprison'd winds to fly, And, guided by thy will, to sweep The surface of the foaming deep. •7 Him praise, the everlasting king, \nd mercy's unexhausted spring : Haste, to his name your voices real : What name like his the heart can cheer. 10. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, H>mn 8 The Omnipresence and Onmisatnce oj isod. Psalm exxxix. ; X ORD, thou with an unerring beam I A Survevest all my powers ; % rising steps are watch'd by thee, By thee my resting hours. 2 My thoughts scarce struggling into bnth, Great God, are known to thee : Abroad, at home, still I'm mclos d With thine immensity. 3 To thee the labyrinths of life In open view appear ; Nor steals a whisper from my lips Without thy listening ear. 4 Behind I glance, and thou art there ; Before me shines thy name •, Perfections of God. * * And 'tis thy strong almighty hand Sustains my tender frame. 5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essays Of my astonish'd mind ; Nor can my reason's soaring~eey- Its towering summit find, PAUSE. 6 Where from thy Spirit shall I stretch The pinions of my flight ? Or where, thro' Nature's spacious range, Shall I elude thy sight ? 7 Scal'd I the skies ; the blaze divine Would overwhelm my soul ; Plung'd I to hell ; there should I hear Thine awful thunders roll, 8 If on a morning's darting ray With matchless speed I rode, And flew to the wild lonely shore, That bounds the ocean's flood ; 9 Thither thine hand, all-present God, Must guide the wondrous way, And thine omnipotence support The fabric of my clay. 10 Should I involve myself around "With clouds of tenfold night, The clouds would shine like blazing noon Before thy piercing sight. 1 1 " The beams of noon, the midnight hour, " Are both alike to thee : ** O may I ne'er provoke that power " From which I cannot flee 1" 1 1 . Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm 139. The All- Seeing God. 1 " " ORD,thou hast search'd&seen me thro': I i Thine eye commands with piercing view I The Being and My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their pow'rs. My thoughts, before they are my own. Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak ; Ere from my op'ning lips they break. Within thy circling pow'r I stand, On ev'ry side 1 find thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! What large extent ! what lofty height ! My soul with all the pow'rs I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. ' may these thoughts Jwssess my breast ; Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; JVbr let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. PAUSE FIRST. i Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run ? If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st er.thron'd in light Or dive to hell, there veng'ance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. If mounted on a morning ray I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. ( Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night. One glance of thine, one piercing ray Would kindle darkness into daw Perfections of God. \0 may these thoughts possess my breast. Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; Jsior ht my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. PAVSB SECON'D. 1 1 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes ; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and neon in this agree, Great God they're both alike to thee ; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked lo his eye, 1.3 O may thetfe thoughts possess my breast ; Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ; AW let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. 12. Common Metre. From J, R's Selection, Hymn 9* Divi?ie Sovereignty ; or, God's Dominions ai Decrees. KEEP silence all created things, And wait your Maker's nod : My soul stands trembling while she sings The honors of her God. Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown Hang on his firm decree : He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrows leave to be. Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies, With all the fates of men. With every angel's form and size^ Drawn by th' eternal pen, fcHis Providence unfolds the book, \ And makes his council shine ) V3 The Being and Each opening leaf, and every stroke Fulfils some deep design. 5 He;e he exalts neglected worms To sceptres and a crown ; And there the following page he turns; And treads the monarch down. 6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why, Nor God the reason gives ; Nor dares the favourite angel pry Between the folded leaves. 7 My God, I would not long to see My fate with curious eyes, What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise. 8 In thy fair book of life and grace, O may I find my name, 'Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord the Lamb. 13. Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm 9?. Grace and glory. 1 r JT s ll i Almighty reigns exalted high JL O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky : , Tho' clouds and darkness veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-seat. 2 O ye that love his holy name, Hate ev'ry work of sin and shame ; He guards the souls ot all his friends, And from the snares of hell defends. £ Immortal light, and joys unknown, Are for the saints in darkness sown ; Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise And the bright harvest bless our eyes. 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The sacred honours of the Lord ; Perfections of God. 14,15 None but the soul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holiness. 14. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 11 1. The wisdom of God in his works. 1 HONGS of immortal praise belong J3 To my almighty God ; He has my heart and he my tongue To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought ' How glorious in our sight ! And men in ev'ry age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How fair and beauttous nature's frame ! How wise the eternal mind I His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts designed. 4 When he redeem'd his chosen sons, He fix'd his cov'nant sure : The orders that his lips pronounce, To endless years endure. 5 Nature and time, and earth and skies. Thy heav'nly skill proclaim ; What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy name ? 6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace « Is our divinest skill 1 And he's the wisest of our race f That best obeys thy will. 15. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 11. The Wisdom of God. AIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will. Tumultuous passions, ail be still ■w 16 75-,' Being and Nor let a murmuring thought arise ; His ways are just, his oouncils wise. 2 He in the thickest darkliess dwells, Performs his work the cause conceals; But tho' hh methods art unknown. Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seac, He executes his firm decrees ; And by his saints it stands confest, That what he does is ever he.^t. 4 Wait then, my soul, submissive -wait, Prostrate before his awful seat ; And 'mid^t the terrors of his rod Trust in a wise and gracious God. 16. Common Metre. From J. Pt's Selection. Hymn 12. The Goodness cf God. Nahum i. 7. E humble souls approach your jGod With songs of sacred praise, For he Is good, immensely good, And kind are all his ways. All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move ; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. He gave his son, his only son, To ransom rebel worms ; 'Tis here he makes his goodness knc ■ r In its diviner forras. To this dear refuge, Lord we come. 'Tis here our hope relies ; A safe defence, a peaceful home. When storms of trouble rise. Thine eye beholds, with kind regs < Th'e *w.: c - who ti".v-* . : i thiti ■ Perfections of God, I? Their humble hope thou wilt reward, With bliss divinely free. 5 Great God, to thy Almighty love What honours shall we raise i Nat all the raptur'd songs above,, Can render equal praise. IT. Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm \ 03. Blessing God for his goodness to soul and body, BLESS, O my soul, the living God, ' Call home thy thoughts th at rove abroad? Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine ! Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ! His favours claim thy highest praise ; Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot ? i 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes, which thou hast done He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. * The dees of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels ; Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting lives from threatening graves. Our youth decay 'd, his power repairs ; His mercy crowns our growing years : He fills our store with ev'ry good, And feeds our souls with heav'nly food* Hesees tlv* oppressor and the opprest, And often gives the suff'rers rest ; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. r (His power he show'd by Moses' handsv And gave to Israel his commands ; i 8 The Being arid But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.) 8 Let the "whole earth his power confess. Let the whole earth adore his grace ; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. 181 Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm 146. Praise to God/or his goodness and truth. 1 TTJRAISE ye the Lord, my heart shall join 1 In work so pleasant, so divine : Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, a'. 1 being last. 3 Why should I make a man my trust ? Princes must die and turn to dust ; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow , r, And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth forever stands secure ; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; He sends the laboring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 6 The Lord to sight restores the blind ; The Lord supports the sinking mind ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 7 He loves the saints, he knows them well ; But turns the wicked down to licll ; Perfections of God, 1 £ Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Praise him in everlasting strains. 19. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 13. _ The loving -kindness of the Lord, Isa. lxiii. T. 1 A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, l\ And sing thy great redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness O how free! 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ; He sav'd me from my lost estate, His loving-kindness O how great ! 3 Tho' numerous hosts of mighty foes, The' earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving-kindness O how strong 1 4 When trouble like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud ? He near my soul has always stood, His loving-kindness O how good 1 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, Prone from my Jesus to depart ; Beit tho' I have him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Sotfti all my mortal powers must fail ; O ! may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death ! 7 Then let me rnouRt and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise His loving-lv'ndness in the skies. c 2 20 The Being and 20. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 102. The beatitudes. Matt. v. 2 ... 1 2'. 1 ~IJ LEST are the humble souls that see JO Their emptiness and poverty ; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in hear 'n. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; The blood of Christ divinely flows A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Blest are the meak, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. 4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness ; They shall be well supply'd, and fed With living streams and living bread. 5 Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love : From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and iove again. 6 Blest are the pure w r hose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of sin ; W r ith endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. Z Blest are the men of peaceful life. Who quench the coals of growingstrife : They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 3 Blest are the suff'rers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus'sake ; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord ; Cow and joy are Perfections of God. 21,22 21. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 14. The Grace of God ; or. Divine Condescension, 1 "WIS THEN the eternal bows the skies, j j To visit earthly things, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From tow'rs of haughty kings : 2 He bids his awful chariot roll Far downward from the skies. To visit ev'ry humble soul, With pleasure in his eyes. 3 Why should the Lord that reigns above Disdain so lofty kings I Say Lord, and why such looks of love Upon such worthless things ? 4 Mortals, be dumb ; what creature dare Dispute his awful w T ill ! Ask no account of his affairs, But tremble and be still. 5 Just like his nature is his grace, All sov'reign, and all free ; Great God, howsearchless are thy ways ; How deep thy judgments be ! 22. Tune, Christmas. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 15. The mercy of God. Psalm Ixxxix. 1. 1 PITCHY mercy, my God, is the theme of my J _ song, The joy of my heart and the boast of my tongue ; Thy free grace alone from the first to the last, Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast. 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live Jiere, \ Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair ; :3 The Being and But thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive, And l)e that first made me, still keeps me alive. Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart ; Disso! v'd by thy goodness,I fa!! to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. The door of thy mercy stands open all day To the poor and the needy who knock by the way ; No sinner shall ever be .empty sent back, Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus's sake. Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from he'! , Its glories Til sing, and its wonders I'll tell ; 'twas Jesus my friend, when he hung on the tree, Who open'd the channel of mercy for me. Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own, And the covenant love of thy crucify'd Son ; All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine. Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine. 23. Common Metre, From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 105. Repentance flowing from the patience of Gctf. AND are we wretches yet alive ? And do we yet rebel ? Ti's boundless, 'tis amazing love That bears us up fiom hell 1 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames, And threatening vengeance rolls above To crush cu r feeble frames. Perfections of God. 24 s 3 Almighty goodness cries — Forbear : And strait the thunder stays : And dare we now provoke his wrath And weary o Lit his grace ? i Lord, we have. long abus'd thy love. Too long indulgM oui sin, Our tirhing hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been. 5 No more ye lusts ^tull ye command, No more will we obey ; Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand. And drive thy foes away. 24. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 17- The Holiness of God. Isaiah viii. 13. 1 "i rOLY and reverend is the name B B Of our eternal king ; Thrice holy Lord 1 the angels cry, Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 Heaven's brightest lamps with him compar'd, How mean they look, and dim ! The fairest angels have their spot?, When once compar'd with him. 3 Holy is he in all his works, And truth is his delight ; But sinners and their wicked ways Shall perish from his sight. 4 The deepest reverence of the mind, Pay, O my soul, to God ; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 5 With sacred awe pronounce his name Whom words nor thoughts can reach » A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. •25,26 The Beipg.and 6 Thou holy God ! preserve my soul Frdm all pollution free ; The pure in heart are thy delight, Ana* they rhy face shall see. 25. Long Metre. From J. \V< Selection, Hymn 19. 'Fut Truth and Faithfulness of God, Numb. xxin. 19. YE humble saints, proclaim abroad The honours or' a faithful God, How just and ti ue are all his ways, Blest in his self-sufficiency r "2 The words his sacred lips declare Or his own mind the image bear ; What should him tempt, from frailty free, . Blest in his seif-sufficiency. 3 He will not his great self deny : A God all truth can never lie ; As well might be his being quit As bieak his oath, or word forget. 4 Let frightenM riveis change their course, Or backward hasten to their source ; Swift through the air let rocks be hurl'd And mountains like the chaff be whiiTd. b Let sun and stars forget to rise, Or quit their stations in the skies ; Let heaven and earth both pass a Way, Eternal truth shall ne'er decay. 6 True to his word, God gave his son To die for crimes which men had done { Blest pledge ! he never will revoke A single promise he has spoke. 2S. Perfection* of God. Common Metn From J. R' s Selection, Hvmn 21 f^fmPTf&kgdiiog^i St 9 the Harmony i G 4r^-^ Wt " e Per f ecflo ™> Psal. Ixxxv. 10. \i/ *"£* ^ % the God of boundkts grace ? ? Disclos'd his kind design, To rescue our apostate race From mis'ry, shame and sin ; 2 Quick through the realms of light and bliss, The joyful tidings ran ; Each heart exulted at the news, T | lat . G od should dwell with man. 3 1 et 'midst their joys they paus'd awhile, And ask'd with strange surprise, " But how can injur'd justice smile, " Or look with pitying eyes ? t (" Will the Almighty deign z«h\n " To visit yonder world ; ° " And hither bring rebellious men, "Whence rebels once were burl'd ? ' " T< h l\ r '27 ' and gr ° aRS ' anci dee P ^ess " Aloud for mercy call • J 1 But ah ! must truth and righteousness " fo mercy victims fall :*' So spake the friends of God and man, Delighted, yet surpris'd g Eager to know the wondVous plan, That wisdom had devis'd.) ;■ The Son of God attentive heard, And quickly thus reply 'd, H In me let mercy be rever'd, '* And justice satisfy 'd. | Behold ! my vital blood I pour, " A sacrifice to God ; J Let angry justice now no more "' Demand the singer's blood." 27, 28 The Being and 9 He spake, and heaven's high arches rung With shouts of loud applause ; (( He dy'd," the friendly angels -ung, Nor cease their rapturous j tn } r great creator praise ; JLyJl When eloath/d in his celestial rays* He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread ; TV unfathom'd deep he makes his bed ; Note, This Psalm may be sung to a different metre, by adding the following two lines at every stanza, viz. Great is the Lord; what tongue can fr air* An equal honour to his name. d 2 'Si Creation and Clouds arc bis chariots when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires ; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his veng'ance or his love. 4 The world's foundation by his hand Is pois'd, and shall for ever stand : He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was covcr'd with the flood. Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, ConfinM to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round ; Yet thence convey M by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains, 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheers the vall.es as they go ; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink,. The lark and linnet light to drink ; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. PAUSE FIRST. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs : The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. I He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To ncfcirisfi nature, or to cure. Providc7ice. 34 1 i What noble fruit the vines produce J The olive yields a pleasing juice ; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine:. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread ; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. PAUSE SECOND. 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands ; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,' And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills, ascends the goat ; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell ; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face ; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 1 6 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God ; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes : The night was made for his repose : Sleep is thy gift, that sweet »eiief Froru tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works ! how great thy skill J 1 While cv'ry land thy riches fill : Thy vvisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee'. 1.9 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, 34 Creation and Willi woiid'jous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'nng in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their wat'ry way, .And flocks of scaly monsters play ; The huge leviathan there resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. FAUSE THIRD. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord* All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stan Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good : Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in difF'rent forms. 23 But wken thy face is hid they mourn, And dying > their dust return ; }>oth man and beast their souls resign : Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fil] the world with beasts and men ; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honor'd with his own delight : How awful are his glorious ways ! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26' The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And te!i their wants tosov'reign grace. 27 In thec my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet ; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till 'f expires in end!:?s joy. * The Fall. 35 y 36 $8 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory hury'd with their oust, I to my God, my heav'nly King Immortal hallelujahs sing. The Fall. 25. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 38. Original sin ; or, tht first and second Adai^ 1 A DAM our father and oar head, j\ Transgress' d and justice doom'd us dead The fiery law speaks all despair, There's no reprieve nor pardon there, 2 Call a bright council in the skies ; Seraphs the mighty and the wise, Speak ; are you strong to bear the load. The weighty vengeance of a God f 3 In vain we ask ; tor all around Stand silent thro' the heavenly ground ; There's not a glorious mind above Has halfthe strength or half the love. 4 But O ! unmeasurnble grace •-:.-.. Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place ; Down to our world the Saviour fl'es ; Stretches his arms and bleeds and flies', 5 Amazing work! look down;, ye skies, Wonder and gaze with all your eyes . Ye saints below and saints above, All bow to this mysterious love, 36. Short Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 40. The evil heart. Jer. xvii. 9- Matt. xv. IQ.. 1 A STONISH'D and distress'd .XjL. 1 turn my eyes within ; 57 The Fall. My heart with loads of guik opprest The f-eat of every sin. 2 What crouds of evil thoughts. What vile affections there ! Distrust, presumption, artful guile. Pride, envy, slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saint?, These tyrant lusts subdue ,* Expel the darkness of my mind, And all my powers renew. 4 This done my cheerful vorcc Shall loud hosannas raise I My sonl shall glow with gratitude, My lips proclaim thy praise. 37- Long Metre. From I. W. Hymn 107. The fall and recovery of mail; or, Clirist and Sa fan at t nmll y. Gen. hi. 1,15, 17 > Gal. iv. 4. Col. ii. 15. i TT^ECEIV'D by subtle snares of hell, JU Adam our head, our father, fell, Vv lien Satan in the serpent hid, ProposM the fruit that God forbid. 2 Death was the threat'ning ; death began To take possession oi the man I * His unborn race receiv'd the wound, And heavy curses smote the ground. 3 But Satan found a worse reward ; Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord* " Let everlasting hatred be (i Betwixt the woman's seed and thee. 4 " 1 he woman's seed shall be my Son, •* He shall destroy what thou hast done : «' Shall break thy head, and only feel * Thy malice raging; at his heeK" The Fall 5 (He spake, and bid four thousand years Roll on ; at length his Son appears : Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth, 5 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies ; But as he hung 'twixt • arth and skies, He gave their prince a fatal blow, And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs below.) 38. Common Metre. From J. R's Selections, Hymn 59. Indwell 177 ^ And haste to rescue, me; S9, 40 Secure. Scripture.... The properties of it. 39. Common Metre. From J. R*s Selection, Hymn 46. The Excellency and Sujiciency of the Holy Scrip* tttref. |.J^ATHEP. of mercies, in thy word JL What endless glory shines ! Forever be thy name ador'd For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the Wretched sons of want Lxhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here, the fair t»ee of knowledge grows O fc> And yields a free repast, Sublimcr sweets than nature knows Invite the longing taste. 4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the bliss; ul so unci. $ O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight ; And still new beauties may I see, And still encreasing light : 6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. 40. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 53. The holy scriptures Heb. i 1,2. 2 Tim. iii. 15, 16\ Psal. cxlvii. 19, 20. I £"^ Op, who in various methods told VJt His mind and will to saints of old, The Properties of it, 41 Sent his own Son, with truth and grace, To teach us in these latter days. '2 Our nation reads the written word, That book of life, that sure record The bright inheritance of heav'n, Is by the sweet conveyance giv'n. 3 God's kindest thoughts are here exprc#s'4 Able to make us wise and bless'd, The doctrines are divinely true, Fit for reproof, and comfort too. 4 Ye people all who read his love In long epistles from above, (He hath not sent his sacred word To ev'ry land) praise ye the Lord. 4 1 . Common Metre. From I. W. Psal. 1 19, Part 7. Imperfection of nature, and perfection of serif &• lure. 1 TT ET all the Heathen writers join _JL^f To form one perfect book, Great God ! if once compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look! Not the most perfect rules they gave Could show one sin forgiv'n, Nor lead a step beyond the grave ; But thine conduct to heay'n. I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below ; How short the pow'rs of nature fall, And can not farther go. Yet men would fain be just with God, By works their hands have wrought ; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to ev'ry thought. if, 43 Scriptures, \Jc. 3 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame, And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name. 6 Our faith and love, and every grace* Fall far below thy word ; £ut perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. 42. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 119, Part 8. The Excellency and Variety of Scripture* Ver. 111. Paraphrased. J T ORD, I have made thy word my choice* _| A My lasting heritage ; There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice My warmest thoughts engage. 3 111 read the hist'nesof thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promi es I rove, With ever fresh delight. 3 ' lis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise. Seed* of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have,. It makes our sorrows blest ; Our fairest hop? beyond the grave. And our eternal rest. The Moral Law. 43. Long Mure. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 5CL Tht praciica use of the Moral La\'J to the con- vinced Sinner. 1 T T RE, Lord, my soul convicted stands Jl Of breaking all thy ten commands; The Moral Law. 44 And on me justly might'st thou pour Thy wrath in one eternal show'r. But thanks to God, its loud alarms Have warn'd me of approaching harms: And now, O Lord, my wants I see, Lost and undone, I come to thee. I see my fig-leaf righteousness Can ne'er thy broken law redress : Yet in thy gospel plan I see There's hope of pardon t'en for me* Here I behold thy wonder's Lord, How Christ hath to thy law restor'd 7'hose honors on th' atoning day, Which guilty sinners took away. Amazing wisdom, power, and love; Di splay 'd to rebels from above ; Do thou, O Lord, my faith increase* To love and trust thy plan of grace- 44. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 52. The Law and Gosficl ; or, Christ a Refuge. li /^lURST be the man, forever curst, \^J " That doth one wilful sin commit ; " Death and damnation for the first, M Without relief and infinite." Thus Sinai roars ; and round the earth Thunder and fire and vengeance flings ; But Jesus, thy dear gasping breath, And Calvary say better things. "Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, *< Streaming a long a Saviour's blood, " And life, and joys, and crowns above, Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die ; Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry* 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance Sows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own, That will not hif'e your sin ; 7 Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the labours of his son> And dyed in his blood.] The Gospel. 48 3 Dear God ! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins ! 9, The happy gates of gospel grace. Stand open night and day ; Lord we are corn* to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. 48. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 1 , Hymri 10. The blessedness qf Gospel times : or, the revela- tion of Christ to Jews and Gentiles, Isa. v. 8, 7, 8,9, 10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17. 1 *[ fOW beauteous are their feet JL JL Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal I 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are 1 *' Zion behold thy Saviour King, "He reigns and triumphs here.' 3 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for And sought* but never found ; 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light ; Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But dy'd without the sight. 5 The Watchmen join their voice* And tuneful notes employ : Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,, And deserts learn the joy, 49 The Gosfiel. S The Lord maktrs bare his arm, Thro* all the earth abroad ; Let ev'ry nation now behold, Their Saviour and their God. 49. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Psal. 45, Part J . The glory of Christ and flow er of his Gospel- \ IWTOW be my heart inspir'd to sing _Lt| The glories of my Saviour King, Jesus the Lord, how heav'nly fair His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 3 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace, Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord Gird on the terror of thy sword, In majesty and glory ride With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart ; Or words of mercy kind and sweet Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 5 Thy throne, O God, forever stands, Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ; Thy laws and works are just and right. Justice and grace are thy delight. r ) God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil off gladness on thy head. And with his sacred spirit blest His hrst born Son above the rest The Gosfiel. --50, 51 50. Common Metre. From J. W. Psal. 89, Part 3, Ver. 15, kc. A blessed Gospel. BLEST are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound ; Peace shall attend the paths they go, And light their steps surround. Their joy shall bear their spirits up Through their Redeemer's name ; His righteousness exalts their hope. Nor Satan dares condemn. The Lord our glory, and defence, Strength and salvation gives : Israel, thy king forever reigns, Thy God forever lives. 51. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 57, The Jubilee^ 1 T> LOW ye the trumpet, blow J3 The gladly solemn sound ! Let ail the nations know To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubiles is come ; Return ye ransom' d sinners, horns* Exalt the Lamb of Go<^, The sin-atoring Lamb ; Redemption by his blood Thro* ail the lands proclaim i The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home, [Ye, who have sold for nought The heritage above ; Shall have it back unbov.&fit Tiie gift of Jesus' leve % $6 The Gospel. The year of Jubilee is come : Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.^ 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive ; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home, 5 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of parcfning grace : Ye happy souls draw near, Behold your Saviour's face : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 6 Jesus our great high priest Has full atonement made : Ye weary spirits, rest : Ye mournful souls be glad": The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd dinners, home. 52. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 60. The Gospel is the power of God to Salvation. Rom. i. 1 6. 1 T7LTHAT shall the dying sinner do, W That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind ? 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n, Or form our natures fit for heav'n ? Can souls, all o'er defil'd with sin, Make their own powers and passions clean ? 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus bijngs his gospel nigh ; 'Tis there that power and glory dwell That save rebellious bouIs from hell, Scripture Doctrine and Blessings* 5J 4 This is the pillar ofour hope, That bears our fainting spirits up ; We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord. 5 Let men or angels dig the mines Where nature's golden treasure shines j Brought near the doctrine of the cross, All nature's gold appears but dross. 6 Should vile blasphemers, with disdain^ Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain, We'll meet the scandal and the shame, And sing and triumph in his name. Scripture Doctrine and Blessiugs. 53. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 69. Redeeming Love. 1 "TVr°Y^ be S in theheav ' n ty theme, X^l Sing aloud in Jesus' name : Ye who his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love. v 2 Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 3 Mourning souls dry up yourtears ? Banish all your guilty fears j See your guilt and curse remove, Cancell'd by redeeming love. * Ye, alas 1 who long have been Willing slaves of death and sin* Now from bliss no longer rove, Stop and taste redeeming love. Welcome all by sin opprest, Welcome to his sacred rest ; Nothing brought h?m from above, Nothing but redeeming ! y«. 54 Redemfttitn, 6 When his spirit leads us home? When we to his glory come* We shall all the fulness prove, Of our Lord's redeeming love. 7 He subdu'd th' infernal powers, Those tremendous foes of ours, From their cursed empire drove ; Mighty in redeeming love. 8 Hither then your music bring, Strke aloud each cheerful string, Mortals~join the host above, Join to praise redeeming love. Redemption. 54. Long Metre. From J. Il's. Selection, Hymn 75, It is finished. John xix. 30. i 'H^lIS finish'd ! So the Saviour cried, Jt And meekly bow'd his head and died, 'Tis finish'd — yes the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finish'd — all that heaven decreed, And all the ancient prophets said Is now fulfill'd as was design'd, In me the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finish'd — Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore ; The sacred veil is rent in twain, And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'd — this my dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone : Millions shall be redeem'd from death, By this, my last expiring breath. *Tis finish'd Heav'n is reconcill'd, And all the powers of darkness spoilVi : Peace, love, and happiness again Return and dwell witn sinful men. Redemption.. 55, 5& G 'Tis finish VI — let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round ; 'Tis finished — rlet the echo fly Thro' heay'n aikJ hell, thro' earth and sky. 55. Long Metre. From ]. W. Fsal. 69, Part 1. Cirri- ft passion and sinner's Salvation. EEJP in our hearts let us record & Vht deeper sorrows of our Lord i Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul. In Jong complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell and powr's of deaths And all the sons of malice join To execute their curst design. Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love Has made the curse a blessing prove ; Those dreadful sufY'iings of thy Son Aton'd for sins which we had done. The pangs of our expiring Lord The honors of thy law restor'c] : His sorrows made thy justice knowrr AnJ paid for follies not his own. O for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live : The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope he turn'd to shame.. 56. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 97. Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, i?c, i. Cor. i. 30. BURY'Bin shadows of the night, We lie 'till Christ restores the light? Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase itit darkness of the mind. 57 Hcdemfiiititi, 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears, 'Till his atoning blood appears : Then we awakefrom deep distress, And sing, The Lord our righteousness. 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin, His spirit makes our natures clean ; Such virtues from his suff'rings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains, He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, pow'r and righteousness. Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. 57. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 68, The humble worship of heaven. 1 Ij^ATHER, I long, I faint to see JO The place of thine abode ; I'd leave the earthly courts and flee Up to thy seat, my God I 2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasing sight ; But to abide in thine embrace} Is infinite delight. 3 I'c? part with all the joys of sense, To gaze upon thy throne ; Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 9, ijd Regeneration. 59. Comm^ Metre. From I. W. Plalm 126. The joy of a remar 'k ■ : )/e conversion ; or, Met- atfckoly removed. 1 """"ITI THEN God reveai'd his gracious namv - f f Arid chafrgf d my mournful state, My rapture seemM a pleasing dream., The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess : My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprisingjgrace. J2 " Great is the work," my neighbors cry*d. And own'd the pow'r divine ; il Great is the work," my heart reply'd, u And be the glory thine. 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night ; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 3 Let those that sow in sadness- wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home, 6 Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope ; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. 6*0. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 95, Regeneration. John i. 1 3. and iii. 3. &c. I "^T^T a ^ tne outward forms on earth-, X^l Nor rites that God has giv'n, Nor will of man, nor blood nor birth? Can raise a soul to beav'n; Regeneration. £>1 2 The sov'reign will of God alone,. Creates us heirs of grace ; Born in the image of his Son, A new peculiar race. 3 The Spirit, like some heav'nly wind;, Blows on the sons of flesh, New models all the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quicken'd souls awake and rise From the long sleep of death ; On heav'nly things we. fix our eyes, And praise employ our breath. 6l . Common Metre. From J. Il's Selection, Hymn 80. 'The converted Thief. Luke xxiii. 45. 1 4 Son the cross the Saviour hung, jLjL And wept, and bled, and dy'd, He pour'd salvation on a wretch That languished at his side. 2 His crimes with inward grief and shame* The penitent confess'd ; Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, And thus his pray'r addressM : 3 (( Jesus, thou Son and heir of Heaven , " Thou spotless Lamb of God, " I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears, " And welt'ring in thy blood : 4 a sharer be. 5 ' 6 Kis praver the d$in'«- Jesus hears. s 62 Justification, And instantly replies, a To-day thy parting soul shall be 44 With me in paradise.'* Justification. 62. Long Metre. From J IVs Selection, Hymn SS. Human righteuusness insufficient to justify* Mic. vi. 6 — 8, [near, i TXTHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw \j Or bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear ? What shall I bring to gain thy grace ? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high ? Will multiply W oblations please ! Thousands of rams his favor buy, Or slaugbter'd millions e'er appease ? 3 Can these assuage the wrath of God ? Can these wash out my guilty stain ? Rivers of oil, or seas of blood, Alas ! they all must flow in vain. 4 What have I then wherein to trusts I nothing have, I nothing am ; Excluded is my every boast, My glory swallowed up in shame. 5 Guilty I stand before thy face ; My foul desert is hell and wrath ; 'Twere just the sentence should take place* But O, I plead my Saviour's death ! 5 I plead the merits of thy Son, Who died for sinners on the tree ; I plead his righteousness alone, O put the srpotless robe on me; Justification* 6,3, 64 63. Long Metre. Prom 1. W. Book 1, Hymn 14. The triumph of faith ; or, Christ's unchangeable love. Rom. Viii. 33, &c. t T^THO shall the Lord's elect condemn Y J J "Tis God that justifies their souls, And mercy like a mighty stream^ O'er all the By this inspir'd, let all our days With various holiness be crown'd ; Let truth and goodness pray'r and praise In aU abide, in all abbund. J&ardon-.- 66, 67 66. Short Metre. From I. W. Psal. 3-2. Forgiveness of sins upon confession • 1 /^\H blessed souls are they \J Whose sins are covei'd- o'er ; Divinely blest to whom the Lou! Imputes their guilt no more. % They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care : Their lips and lives without deceit Shall prove their faith sincere* 3 While! concealM my guilt, I felt the fest'ring wound, Till Iconfest my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. 4 Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne: Our help in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone. 67. Short Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 88. Confession and Pardon. 1 John i. % Prov. xxviii. 13. MY sorrows like a flood. Impatient of restraint, Into thy bosom, O myGod, Pour out a long complaint. , This impious heart of mine, Could once defy the Lord, Could rush with violence on to sin, In presence of thy sword. How often have I stood A rebel to the skies, And yet, and yet, O matchless grace 1 Thy^thunder sifent lies. 68 Pardon,. 4 O shall I never feel The meltings of thy love! Am I of such hell-harden'd stcei That mercy cannot move ? 5 O'ercome by dying love, Here at thy cross 1 lie ; And throw my flesh, my soul, my ail. And weep, and love, and die. 6 "• Rise," says the Sa;iour, " rise, " Behold my wounded veins : M Here flows a sacred crimson flood^ '• To wash away thy stains." 7 See God is reconcil'd ! Behold his smiling face ! Let joyful cherubs clap their wings.. And sound aloud his grace. a 68. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 90. Faith in Christ, Jar Pardon and sdnctijicatieri, } TTOW sad our state by nature is ! JtjL Our sin, how deep it stains ! And Satan binds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. 3 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word ; *• Ho ! ye despairing sinners come, " And trust upon the Lord." 3 My soul obeys th* almighty call, And runs to this relief : I would believe thy promise, Lord; Oh ! help my unbelief. 4 [To' the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly ; Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye. 3 Stretch out thine arm victorious Kina, Pardon,. 69 My reigning sins subdue ; Drive the old dragon from his seat, With all his hellish crew.] A guilty, weak and helpless worm * On thy kind arms 1 fall ; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus and my all. 69» Tone Warren. Hymn 30. New Collection. Looking at the cross. IN evil long I took delight, IJnaw'd by shame or fear ; 'Till a new object struck my sight, And stopt my wild career. I saw one hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood ; Who fiVd his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. Sure never till my latest breath, Can I forget that look ; It seem'd to charge me with his deatrr, Tho' not a word he spoke. My conscience felt and own'd the guilt. And plung'd me in despair ; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help'd to nail him there. Alas ! I knew not what I did, - But now my tears are vain : Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? For I the Lord have slain. A second look he gave, which said, " I freely all forgive ; " This blood is for thy ransom paid, '• I'll die that thou may'st live." Thus while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue ; 7^,71 Adoption* j (Such is the mystery of grace) It seals my pardon too. 8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, My spirit now is filled ; That I should such a life destroy, Yet }iveby him I kill'd. Adoption. 70. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn $3. True Liberty given by Christ. John viii. 36. 1 TTAtf.lv ! for 'tis God's own Son that calls 1 ~| To life and liberty ; Transported fail before his feet, Who makes the pris'ners free. & The ciuel bonds of sin he breaks, And breaks oil Satan's chain ; Smiting he deals those pardons round., Which free from endless pain. 3 Into the captive heart he pours His spirit from on high ; We lose the terrors of the slave. And Abba, Father, cry. 4 Shake offy our bonds, and sing hisgrace,; The sinner's friend proclaim ; And call on all around to seek True fieedom by his name* 5 Walk on at large 'till you attain Your Father's house above ; There shall you wear immortal crowns,, And sing immortal love. 7 1 . Long Metre, From. J. R's. Selection, Hymn 95. Christians the sons of God, John i. 12. i Jo;hs iii. I. 1 l^TOT a U the nobles of the earth, jL^I Wh© boa$t the honors, of their birth. Adoption* Such real dignity can claim, As those who bear the Christian name. 2 To them the privilege is giv'n To be the sons and heirs of heav'n ; Sons of the God who reigns on high, „ And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 3 [On them a happy chosen race, Their Father pours his richest grace : • To them his counsels he imparts, And stamps his image on theirhearts. 4 Their infant cries, their tender age, His pity and his love engage : He clasps them in his arms, and there Secures them with parental care.] His will he makes them early know. And teaches their young feet to go : Whispers instruction to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts bind*. 6 When thro' temptation they rebel, His chastening rod he makes them feeH ; Then, with a father's tender heart, He soothes the pain and heals the smart. Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye # Leads them from earth to heaven above* And crowns them with eternal love. If Pve the honor, Lord, to be ' One of this num'rous family, On me the gracious gift bestow, To call thee Abba, Father ! to©. } So may my conduct ever pro*e My filial piety and love ! W T hilst all my brethren clearly trace Their father's likeness in my face* 72,73 Communion with God, 72. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 64. XAdoption. 1 John lii. 1, &c. Gal. vi. 6. I TOEHOLD what wond'rous grace, J3 The Father has btstow'd On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sops of God ! # 'TiS no surprising thing, That we should be unknown ; •The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting bon. 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made ; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin. As Christ the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit like a dove, To rest upon my h^art. 6 We would no longer lie, Like slaves beneath the throne ; My faith shall Abba F'ather cry, And thou the kindred own. Communion with God.. 73, Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn, 6? '. Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd, Solo- mon's Song, i. 7. I f I 1HOU whom my soul admires above i All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell medear Shepherd, let me know Where doth thy sweetest pastures grow ? i Communion with God. 74 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock i ■ Faia would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown ? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. 4 [The footsteps of thy flock I see ; Thy sweetest pastures here they be ; A wond'rous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds and groans and teaFS; 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood ; Here to these hills my soul will come, 'Till my beloved lead me home.) 74. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 69. Christ appearing to his Church, and seeking her company. Solomon's Song, ii» 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. 1 r JT % HE voice of my beloved sounds JL Over the rooks and rising grounds ; O'er hills ©f guilt, and seas of .grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief. 2 Now through the veil of flesh I see With eyes of love he looks at me ? Now in the gospel's clearest glass He shows the beauties of his face, 3 Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue ; Rise, saith my Lord, make haste away, No mortal joys are worth thy stay. 4 The Jewish wint'ry state is gone, The mists are fled, the spring comes on* The sacred Turtle-dove we hear 7,5* Qommunion with God. Proclaim the new the joyful year. 5. TV immortal vine of heav'nly root, Blossoms and buds and gives her fruic ; Lo, we are come to taste the wine ; Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine. S And when we hear our Jesus say, Rise up my Love, make hasre away ! Our hearts would fain outfly the wi And leave all earthly loves behind. 75. Lsng Metre. From 1. W. Book l, Hymn 7K Christ found in the street and drought to the Church. Solomon's Song, III . 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1 /""VFTEN I seek my Lord by night, \J Jesus, my love, my soul's delight ; With warm desire and restless thought I seek him oft, but find him not- 2 Then I arise, and search the street, 'Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet ; I ask the watchmen of the night, Where did you see my soul's delight ? 3 Sometimes I find him in my way, Directed by a heavenly ray ; I leap for joy to see his face. And hold him fast in mine embrace. 4 [I bring him to my mother's home, Nor does my Lord refuse to come To Sion's sacred chambers, where My soul first drew the vital air. 5 He gives me there his bleeding heart, Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart; I grive my soul to him, and there Our loves their mutual tokens share.] 5 I change you all, ye earthly toys, Approach not t« disturb my joys ; Communion with God. Nor sin, nor hell, come near my hearty Nor cause my Saviour to depart. 76. Tune Rome. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 94. The privileges of the sons of God. 1 TJ MESSED are the sons of God, ll They are bought with Jesus' blood, They are ransom'd from the grave. Life eternal they shall have. With them number'd may we be, Now and thro' eternity. 3 God did love them in his Son, Long before the world begun ; They the seal of this receive, When on Jesus they believe. With them, &c. 3 They are justify'd hv grace, They enjoy a solid peace ; Ail their -sins are wash'd away, They shall stand in God's great day. With them, &c. 4 They produce the fruits of grace, In the works of righteousness ! Born of God they hate all sin, God's pure seed remains within. With them, &c. 3 They have fellowship with God, Thro' the Mediator's blood ; One with God, thro' Jesus one, Glory is in them begun. With them, &c. 5 Tbo* they suffer much on earth. Strangers to the wordling's mirth, Yet they have an inward joy, Pleasure which can never cloy. With them, &c. o 2 B 77$ 7$ Sanctijicfition. 7 They alone are truly blest, Heirs of God, joint heirs with Christ ; They with love and peace are fiil'd, They are by his Spirit seal'd. With them number'd may we be. Now and thro* eternity ! Sanctification, 77. Short Metre, From J. R's Selection, Hycin 102. The Leper healed; or, Sanctification implored^ Matt. viii. 2, 3. EHOLL) the lep'rous Jew, Oppress'd with pain and grief, Pouring his tears at Jesus' feet, For pity and relief. ' O speak the word,* he cries, * And heal me of my pain ; * Lord thou art able if thou wilt, ' To make a leper clean.' Compassion moves his heart, He speaks the gracious word ; The leper feels his strength return, And all his sickness cur'd. To thee, dear Lord, I look, Sick of a worse disease ; Sin is my painful malady, And none can give me ease. But thy almighty grace Can heal my lep'rous soul : O bathe me in thy precious blood, AnJ that will make me whole. 78. From Hymn 118, New Collection. Blessed are the pure in heart, &c. Matt. v. 8. JESUS, before thee I appear, My earnest sur^pli^tion here ; Sa net ijication* 79 Fountain of every grace thou art, give me punty of heart. 2 The pure in heart thy lips have bless'd, They shall see God and in him rest ; This blessing, Lord, to me impart, A real purity of heart. 3 f hate, dear Lord, my inbred sin, It dwells, and oh, it works within ; 1 feei its deep envenomM dart, Yet long for purity of heart. 4 Let all my conduct be sincere ; Thy grace in heart and life appear ; Then heart and life shall ever be An unison of praise to thee. 3 Bring me, at last, by sovereign love, Safe to the blessed world above, There fo possess the glorious part, A perfect purity of heart. 79* Common Metre. Fom I. VV. Book 1, Hymn 9. Whe promises of the covenant of grace. Jsa. lv. 1/ 2. Zach. xhi. i. Mic. vii, 1 9. Efcek-. xxxvh 1 25, &c. 1 TTN vain we lavish out our lives, M To gather empty wind ; The choisest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind. I Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls, With more substantial meat, ! With such as saints in glory love, With such as angels eat. I Our God will ev'ry want supply, And fill our hearts with peace ; He gives by cov'nant and by oath The riches of his grace, '» Come and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, 8.0 Perseverance. And wash away our stains In the dear fountain that his Son, Pour' 1 from his dying vei t. 5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away Tho' black as hell before ; Oui ;-n«= shall sink beneath the sea, And shall be found no more. 6 And least pollution should o'erspread Our inward powers again, His spirit shall bedew our souls Like purifying rain.] 7 Our heiit, that fl'nty stubborn thing, That tenors cannot move, That fears no threat'nings of his wrath, ' Shall be dissolved by love. 8 Or he can tike the flint away That would not be refin'd, And from the treasures of his grace, Bestow a softer mind. . 9 There shall his sacred spirit dwell. And deep engrave his law, And ev'ry motion of our souis To swift obedience draw. 10 Thus w ; U he pour salvation down, And we shall render praise ; We the dear people of his love, Ajd he our Goo of jjrace. Perseverance. 80. Commou Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 103. The s t u r H v of Ch risCs shetp . J oh n x . 2 7~&9 • 1 T%/i"V soul with joy attend, XfJL While Jesus silence breaks ; No angel's harp such music yields, i As What my shepherd speaks. perseverance. 81 2 c I know my sheep,' he cries, i My soul approves tnetn well : * Vain is the treacherous world's disguise, f And vain the rags of heil. 5 'I freely feed them now * With tokens of my love, *i f * But richer pastures I prepare, * And sweeter streams above, 4 ' Unnumber'd years of bliss * I to my sheep will give ; * And while my throne unshaken standsj Shall all my chosen live. Z ' This tried almighty hand ' Is rais'd for their defence \ ♦Where is the pow'r shall reach them thejre ! * Or what shall force them thence ?'. 6 Enough my gracious Lord* Let faith triumphant cry ; My heart can on this promise live, Can on this promise die. 81. From I. W. Psalm 138. Restoring and preserving grace. 1 "Tl^TJTHall my pow* is ot heart and tongue, V? I'll praise my m«ker in my song ; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song and join the praise. 3 [Angels that, make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs v my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies,] 3 1*11 sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word • Not all the works and names below So much thy pow'r and glory show. 4 To Goo I cry*d when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subda'd uy foes : 2 83 Perseverance. He M6 my rising fears controul, Apd strength diffused through all my soul; The God of heav'n maintains his state, Frbwns on the proud, and scorns the grea* ; But Froitthifc throne descends to bless The humble souls that trust his grace. i Amidst a tnousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And, keep my dying iaith alive. ' Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins ; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. $2. Common Metre. From J. R'«. Selection, Hymn 105. Perseverance. Psalm, cxix. 117. I T ORD,ha*t thou made me know thy ways* [_J Conduct me in thy fear, " And grant me such supplies of grace, That I may persevere % Let but thine own almighty arm Sustain a feeble worm, I sta;.ll escape secure from harm, Amid the dreadful storm. 3 Be thou my ill-sufficient friend, 'Till all mv toils shall cea^e ; Guard me thro' life and let my end Be everlasting peace. 83. From Hymn. 114, New Collection. Perseverance. 1 fTpHE sinner that by precious faith, Has felt his sins foigiven, Is, from that moment pa?s'd from death, And seal'd an h ^"^OME ye sinners poor and wretched, \^J Weak and wounded, bick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, joined with pow'r : He is able, he is able, 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 ; [ ne Jj Without money, without money, without nio- Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dieam ; All the fitness he requires, Is to feei your need of him : [gives you, This he gives you, this he gives you, this he 'Tis the spirit's rising beam. 4 Come ye weary heavy laden, Bruis'd and mangled by the fall ; Tf you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all ; [righteous, Not the righteous, not the righteous, not the Sinners Jesus came to call. 5 View him grov'ling in the garden, Lo, your Maker prostrate lies ! ' On the bloody tree behold him, Hear him cry before he dies, It is finish'd, it is finish'd, it is finish'd; Sinners, will not this suffice ? 6 Lo, the incarnate God ascended. Pleads the merits of his blood ; Venture on him, venture wholly* x eg j^2 Scrifiture imitations and promises. Let no other trust intrude ; None but Jesus, none but Jesus, none but Jesxfs, Can do helpless sinners good. ? § nts and ar>?tls join'd in concert, • ; in% the praises of the Lamb, Wh '.ic the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Sinners here may sing the same. 9 2 . Tune Jubilee's trumfi .. From J. R s. Selection, Hymn 121. Whosoever ivtll, let hhn come. Rev. xxii. T 1 ~\T1L scarlet-colour'd sinners come ; X Jesus the Lord invites you home ; O whither can you go ? What ! are your crimes of crimson hue ? His promise \a> forever true. He'll wash you white as snow. 2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways. Whose weeping nights, and wretched day 2,- In bitterness are spent I Return to Jesus, he'll reveal His lovely face, and sweetly heal What you so much lament. 3 Tried souls I look up.. ..he says, 'tis I ; He loves you still, but means to try If faitji will bear the test ; The Lord has giv'n the chiefest good f He shed for you his precious blood ; O trust him for the rest ! 4 Ye tender souls, draw hither too, Ye grateful highly favour'd few, Who feel the dtbt you owe ; Press on, the Lord hath more to givej By faith upon him daily live, And you shalj find it so. Promisee, 93, 94 93. Long Metre. From I. W. Book !, Hymn 127. Christ's invitation to sinners : or, Humility an# Pride. Matt. xi. 28 — 30. 1 <■ /"lOME hither all ye weary souls* V^/ Ye heavy laden sinners come, I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest that learn of me, I'm of a meek and lowly mind j But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 2 Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke and bear it with delight ; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light." 4 Jesus we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeai. Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. Promises. 94. Tune Gothsemane. From New Collection, Hymn 7, Christians comforted. \ "VMTANDERING pilgrims, mourning H christians, Weak and tempted lambs of Christ, Who endure great tribu'adons, And with sins are much d stressed; Christ hath sent me to invite you, To a rich and costly feast, Let not shame nor pride prevent you, Come, the sweet provision taste. 2 If you want an heart of sorrow, 34 Promises. To bemoan your wretched case, Come to Jesus Christ and ask him. He will give you gospel grace ; Jf you want an heart to fear him, Love and serve him all your days, Come to Jesus Christ and ask him, He will guide your feet always. 3 If like blind Bartemius weepings You bewail the want of sight, Cry to Jesus son of David, He will give you gospel light ; If like Mary you've been keeping., £even devils in your embrace, Fall like her to Jesus weeping, He will bid you go in peace. 4 If your heart is unbelieving, Doubting Jehus' pardoning love, Lie hard by Bethesda waiting, Till the troubled waters move j Jf no man appear to help you, All their efforts prove but talk ; Jesus, Jesus he will cleanse you, Rise, take up your bed and walk. 3 If hke Peter you are sinking, In the sea of unbelief, Wait with patience, constant praying) Christ will send you sweet relief ; He will give you grace and glory, All your wants shall be supply 'd, Canaan, Canaan, lies before you, Rise and cross the swelling tide. fl Death shall not destroy your comfort, Christ will guide you thro' the gloom, Down he'll send an heavenly convoy To convey you to his home ; There you'll spend your da* sin pleasure, ■Free from every want and care, * . Come, O come my blessed Saviour, Fain my spirit would be there. £}5. Tune Christmas. t From New Collection, Hymn 12. Invitation to sinn-er.i. COME sinners attend and make no delay* Good news from a friend I bring you to-day : Glad news of salvation come now and receive, There's no condemnation to you that believe. ' I am, that i am,' hath sent me to you. Glad news to proclaim, your fears to subdue j To you, G distressed. afHicted, forlorn ! Whose sins are increased and cannot be. borne. But still if you cry, G ! what is his name ? This is his reply, * I am, that lam,' His name, though mysterious, will fully sup* ply Their wants howe'er various, who unto him fly. Exhaustless and full forever his store, Then look no more dull, though ever sopoor ; Though blind, lame, and feeble, and helpless you lie, He's willing and able yotir wants to supply.. Then only believe and trust in his name, He will not deceive nor put you to shame ; But fully supply you with all things in store. Nor will he deny you because you are poor. Dear Jesus here comes, an4 knocks at th/ . dour. A beggar for crums, distressed and poor ; Blind, lame and forsaken* all rq)Yd in hi*- brood, 9*' Promises.. At last overtaken when running from God. f To ask children's bread I dare not pre- sume, But Lord to be fed with fragments I ceme ; Some crums from thy table, O let me obtain, For lo ! thou art able my wants to sustain. 8 I own I deserve no favour to see, So long I did swei ve and wander from thee ; Till brought by the Spirit my foliies to ^nourn, Now, stript of all merit, to thee I do come. 9 Great God, my desert is nothing but death. And hence to depart forever in wrath ; Yet Lord to the city of refu ge 1 flee, O let thine eye pity a sinner like me ! fO For since thou hast said thou wilt cast out none, Who flee to thine aid as sinners undone : Now Lord I am come as condemned to die, And on this sweet promise I humbly rely. ri I cannot depart, dtar Jesus, nor yield, Till feels my poor heart this promise fulfuTd* That I may forever a monument be, To praise the free Saviour of sinners like me, 96. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 125. As thy day, so shall thy ^strcngih- be. Deut. xxxiii. 25. 1 A FFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, '- f\ Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear ;• His faith fu' word declares to thee, That as thy days, thy strength sha I he. 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, ' How sh til 1 -tand the trying day V He has e-.gag'd by firm decree, That as thy days, thy strength sha'.i be. Promises, 97 3 Thy faith is weak thy foes are strong; And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee^ For as thy days, thy strength shall be. % Should persecution rage and flarne, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ; In fiery trials thou shalt see, That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross Or sore afflictions, pain, or loss, Or deep distress or poverty, Still as thy days, thy strength shall be: 6 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue.* He comes to set thy spirit free, And as thy days, thy strength shall be. 97. From J.R's. Selection, Hymn 128. Exceeding great and precious promises.. 2 Pet !* 4. HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said ? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled. In every condition, in sickness in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; At home and abroad, on the land on the sea,, " As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be. Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay *d? I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, id. he,e ,9.8 The incarnation if Christ. Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hanc 4 When thro' the deep waters I call the.e to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless^ And sanctify to thee, thy deepest distress. 5 When thro* fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply ; The flame shall not hurt thee, 1 only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6 Even down to old age^ all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn', Like lambs they sha 1 still in my bosom be borne. 7 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, I .will not) I xuill nat desert to his foes ; That soul, tho' all hell should endeavour to shake Fllnei>er, no never, no never forsake."* The incarnation of Christ. S3'. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 129. The incarnation of Christ. Luke ii. 1 4. f. "%/rORTALS, awake, with angels join, 1 T 1 And chaunt the solemn lay ; Joy, ove and gratitude combine To hail th' auspicious day. 3* In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire * Agreeable to Dr. Doddriee's translation, of Heb. xiir. 5. The incarnation of C/irisL 9^ Thro afl ..h? shining legions :an_, And strung and ttin'd the Jy;e. 3 Swift thro* the vast expanse ii flew, And iou ■'- the echo roll'd : The thetjhfc, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold, 4 Down thro* the portals of the sky TV impetuous torrent ran ; And angels flew with eager joy To bear the news to man. 5 [Wrapt in tne silence of the night Lay all the eastern world, When bursting glonous heavenly light The wondrous scene unfurl'd.] 6 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song : Good-will and peace are heard throughout Th' harmonious heavenly throng. 7 [O for a glance of heavenlv love Our hearts and songs to raise ; Sweetly to bear our souls above, And mingle with their lays !] 8 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, " glory to God on high ; " Good will and peace are now complete, " Jesus was born to die." 9 Hail ! Prince of Life, forever hail ! Redeemer, brother, friend ! Tho' earth, and time, and life should faif. Thy praise shall never end. 99. Common Metre. From J. R*s. Selection, Hymn 151. The incarnation. John i. 14. 1 A WAKE, awake, the sacred song* "XjL. To our incarnate Lord ; z !i .- - 100 The incarnation of Christ* 'Let every heart and every tongue Adore fb' eternal Word. 2 That awful word, that sovereign power. By whom the worlds were made ; (O happy morn ! illustrious hour !) Was once in flesh array'd ! 3 Then shone almighty power and love, In all their glorious forms ; When Jesus left his throne above To dwell tvith sinful worms. 4 To dwell with misery below, The Saviour left the skies ; And sunk to wretchedness and woe-, That worthless man might rise. 9 Adoring angels tun'd their songs. To hail the joy Jul day ; With rapture men let mortal tongues, Their grateful worship pay. 6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due ! With wonder we adore ; But could we sing as angels do. Our highest praise were poor. 100. Common Metre. From I. W. Psal.98, Part 2. The Mesiah's coining and kingdom, 1 TOY to the world the Lord is come., %3 Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heav'n and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns, Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hillsand plains- Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He come* to make rns blessings flow. The life and Ministry of Christ, 101, 1 €2 Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. The life and ministry of Christ. 101. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 133. The condescending grace of Chrisr. Matt. XX, 2&« 1 OAVIOURof men^and Lord of love. Jk_7 How sweet thy gracious name ! With joy that errand we review, On which thy mercy came. £ While all thine own angelic bands Stood waiting on the wing, CharmM with the honor to obey Their great eternal King. 3 For us, mean, wretched sinful men, Thou laid'st that glory by ; ... First in our mortal flesh to serve, Then in that flesh to die 4 Bought with thy service and thy blood,* We doubly, Lord, are thine ; To thee our lives we would devote* To thee our death resign. 102. Common Metre From J. R's Selection, Hymn 134. The Rtdeemer's message. Luke iv. 18., 19. 1 TIT ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comeSj JlI The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the spirit largely pour'dj *03 SufTer'irtgs and death of Christ. Exerts his sacred fi'e ;. Wisdom and might and zeal and love His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes tb- prisoners to release, Jn Satan's hondase held, I at ;:.:sof brass before him burst, Trie iron fetters yield. 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ; And on the eyes oppress' d with night. To pour celestial day. $ He comes, the broken heart to bind. The bleeding scu) to cure ; And with the treasures of his grace, T* enrich the humble poor. .6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. Sufferings and death of Christ. 103. Common Metre. From L W. Book 2, Hymn 9$. Look on him vihom they pitrced, and mourn* \ "["NFINITK grief! amazing woe I JL Behold my bleeding Lord : Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, j And us'd the Roman sword. 2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain, JVly dear Redeemer bore ; When knotty whips and ragged thorns His sacred body tore. 3 But knotty whips and ragged thorns In vain do I accuse ; Sufferings and death of Christ. 1.Q4 In vain I blame the Roman bands, And the more spiteful Jews. 4- 'Tvvere you, my sins, my cruel sins, His chief tormentors were ; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear. b 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head : Break, break my heart, oh burst, mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyas In unassembled woe. 104. Tune Chatham. From Hymn 47, New Collection. Christ's Passion . t rjlHROUGHOUT our Saviour's life we _1 trace, Nothing but shame and deep disgrace. No period else, was seen, 'Til he a spotless victim fell, Tasting in soul a painful hell, CausM by the creature's sin. 2 On the cold ground rrte thinks I see, My Jesus kneel and pray for me, For this J him adore ; Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout, Blood droos did force their passage out, ih.ro every opening pore. S A crown of thorns his temples bore,. Kis back with lashes all was tore, Til one the bones might see ; Mocking they push'd him here and tnere, Marking his. way in blood and tears j PrssgVI by sin's heavy lov.d. 10.5 Sufferings and death of Christ . 4 Thus up the hill foe painful came, Round him they mock'd and made their game, At length his cross they rear, And can you see the mighty God, Cry out beneath sin's heavy load, Without one thankful tear. 5 Thus veiled in humanity, He dies in anguish on the tree, What tongue his grief can tell ? The shud'ring rocks their heads recline, The mourning sun refus'd to shine, When the Redeemer fell. Shout, brethren, shout, with songs divine, He drinks the gall to give us wine, To quench our parching thirst ; Seraphs advance your voices higher, Bride of the Lamb unite the choir s And love your precious Christ. 105. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 137. A dying Saviour.* 1 QTRETCHED on the cross the SavxotiY O dies, Hark ! his expiring groans arise ! See from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide J 2 But life attends the dcaihfui sound, And flows from every bleeding wound ; The vital stream, how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes i 4 J o suffer in the traitor's place, To die for man, surprising grcce 1 Yet pass rebellious angels by— O why for man, deaj Saviour, why ? 3 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed ? • See Hymns on Redemption and th« Lord's Supper.- Suffering* end death of Christ. 1 Do And could the sun behold the deed ? N®, he withdrew his sickning ray, .And darkness veiFd the mourning day. Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; And yet my heart unmov'd remain, Insensible to love .or pain ? Come dearest Lord, thy grace impart. To warm this cold, this stupid heart ; 'Till all its powers and passions move In melting grief and ardent love. 106. Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm 22. Christ's sufferings and exaltation. I^TOW let our mournful songs record- JL?| The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complam'd in tears and blood. As one forsaken of his God. The Jews behold him thus forlorn, And shake their heads and laugh in scorn ; 4 He rescu'd others from the grave, * Now let him try himself to save. * This is the man did once pretend 4 God was his father and his friend ; c Jf God the blessed iov'd him so, 4 Why doth he fail to help him now V % Oh savage people cruel priests 1 How they siood round like racing beasts i Like lions gaping to devour, When God hud left him in their power. They wound his head, his hands, his'feet s T>11 streams of blood each other meet ; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. But God his father heard his cry ; Hais*d from the- dead he reigns on hi^h ; 107, 1 08 Sufferings and death of Chrut. The nations learn hia righteousness, And humble sinners tas-te his grace. 10/. Common Metre. From 1. W. Book 2, Hymn 81. Our sin the cause of Christ's death- 1 AND now 'he scales have left mine eyes, /"m Now I begin to see : Oh the cursM deeds, my sins have done ! What murd'rous things they be \ S Were these the traitors dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore ? Monsters, that stain'd those heavenly limbs With floods of purple gore ? 3 Was it for crimes that I had done, My dearest Lord was slain, When justice seiz'd God's only Soa, And put his soul ro pain ? 4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace, I'll wound my God no more ; Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone, For Jesus I adore. &■ Furnish me Lord with heavenly arm? From grace's magazine, And I'll proclaim eternal war With ev'ry darling sin. 108. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 1$9« The dying love of Christ, constraining to thankful devotion. 2 Cor. v, 14, 15. 1 HEE Lord, thy willing subjects bow i^i Adoring low before thy throne : Accept our humble cheerful vow, Thou art our sovereign, thou alone. »2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray, E'en cold afflictions wintry gloom Sufferings and death of Chrkt* f$g' Shall brighten irtfo vernal day, And hopes and joys immortal bloom, 3 Smile on our souls and bid us sing, in concert with the choir ^bove, The glories of our Saviour Kin2„ The condescensiuns of his love, 4 Amazing love ! that stoop'd so low* To view with pity's melting eye Vile men, deserving endless woe! Amazing love I did Jesus die ? 5 He died, to raise to life and joy The vile, the guilty, the undone ; O let his praise each hoar employ,, 'Til hours no more their circles run i 6 He diedi! ye seraphs tune your song^ Resound, resound the Saviour's name. For naught below immortal tongues, Can ever re;.ch the wondrous theme. 109. Commou Metre, From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 13S. The attraction of the Cross. John xh. $2* 1 "^TONDKR ! amazing sight ! I see W Th 1 incarnate Son of God, Expiring on the accursed tree,. And weltering in his blood! 2 Bohold a purple torrent run, Down from his hands and head. The crimson tide puts out the sun 5 His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darkeo'd sky Proclaim T he truth aloud : And with the amaz'd centurion cry, " This is the Son of God." 4 So great so vast a sacrifice May well my hope revive :. If God's own Soa thus bleeds and dies, 1 1 The resurrection aid hfcefm&rt cf Chria, The sinner sure may live. Z> O that these cords of love divine, Might draw me, Lord, to thee ! Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine. Thine it shall ever be ! The ressurection and ascension of Christ. 110. Tune 136th Psalm. F'om J. R's. Selection, Hymn 140. i r ^i7*ES, the Redeemer rose ; JL The Saviour left the dead ; And o'er oar hellish foes High rais'd his conquering head ' In wild dismay The guards around Fall to the ground, And sink away. 2 Lo ! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at bis feet ; Joyful they come, And wing their way From realms of day To Jesus ? tomb, 3 Then back to heaven they fly, The joyiul news to bear ; Hnrk 1 as they soar on high, What music fills the air r" Their anthems say, ' Jesus who bled « Hath left the dead ; ' He rose to-day/ vbrd] you dwel r.cr .0 bit r the dead, . ■Jheresurrcczitj.'i and ascension of Christ,, i I 1 Ye mortals, catx h the spun > J , Redeemed by him from hell ; And send the et ho round < Jesys « Hath c No mart to die. s All l?aij, triumphant Lord. Who savVt us with thy blood : Wide be thy najrae 1 ador'd. Thou rising reigning God 1 With thee we rise, With thee we reign, And empire;? g -in Beyond the skies. Ill * Long Metre, From i. W. psai. 68, Part 2, Christ's ascension and the gift oj the Spirit, ORD when thou didst a*cer.d en high^ Ten thousand angels ril!M the sky ; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state. Nor Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious when the Lord was there ; W T hiie he pronoune'd his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe, How bright the triumph none can tell,, When the rebellious powers of hell, That thousand souls had captive made A Were all in chains like captives led RaisM by his Father to the throne, He sent his promis'd Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, 'That God might dwell on earth again. 112.113 The. resurrectkx and asccnsibn of Christ. 112. Common Metre. FromL W.Psal. 47. Christ ascending and reigning. H for a shout of sacred joy To God thesov'reign King ! Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus our God ascends on high ; His heavenly guards around Attend him rising througn the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their king. Let mortals learn their strains ; Let all the earth his honours sing ; O'er all the earth he reigns. Rehearse his praise with awe profound* Let knowledge guide the song ; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. In Israel stood his ancient throne, He lov'd that chosen race ; But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace. The Gentile nations are the Lord's, There Abra'm's God is known ; While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords Submit before his throne. 113. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 76. The resurrection and ascension of Christ. HOSANNA to the Prince of Litjl That cloth'd himself in clay ; Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. Death is no more the king of dread, Since our lmmanuel rose ; o- The resurrection and ascension of Christ. 214 He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our hellish foes, See how the conqu'rer mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. There our exalted Saviour reigns. And scatters blessings down ; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode, Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. Bright angels strike your loudest strings. Your sweetest voices raise ; Let lieav'n and ?\\ created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise, 114. From Hymn 71 > New Collection, The heavenly lover. HE dies, the heav'nly lover dies. The tidings strike a doleful sou On my poor heart strings deep he lies, Jn the cold caverns of the ground. Come saints and drop a tear or two, On the dear bosom of your God ; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. Here's love and gnef beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for man ; But lo ! what sudden joys I see, Jesus the dead revives again. The rising God forsakes his tomb,. Up to his Father's court he flies, Cherubic legions guard him home, 1 I b The exaltation a) id And shout him welcome to the skies.' b Then children's children praise your God, Tho' now in sorrow much bow'd down; You soon shah walk the golden streets, Where you will wear a starry crown. 6 We'll praise King Jesus thro' the skies, Sing glory, glory, round the thronej We'll mount aloft on eagles wings, We'll take our flight and quick be gene. 7 I'm glad I ever saw the day, W r e met to preach, and sing and pray ; There's glory, glory in my soul, This makes me praise my Lord so bold. 5 I hope to praise hirn when I die, And shout salvation as 1 fly ; Sing glory, g'o r y» thro' the air, Meet all my Father's children there, 9 There oa Mount Zion i sWl stand, Crown on my head, and harpni hand ;- There spend a long eternity in praising on the heavenly key. The exaltation and kingdom of Christ. 115. Tune Franklin. From J. K's Selection, Hymn 149- 7%tf kingdom of Christ, Pnii. iv. JHL Your God and King adore; Mortals give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore! Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aiO'id, ye saints, rejoice. 2 Rejoice 'he Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love ; Kingdom of Christ. lH> When he bad purg'd our stains, He took his seat above ; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up the heart, lift up the voice*. Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice, •4 He all his foes shall quell, Slnll all our sins destroy ; And every bosom swell ; With pure seraphic joy ; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice 5 Rejoice alcud, ye saints, rejoice. 5 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus the Judge* shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear th' archangels voice-, Tne trump of God shall sound rejoice. 11 G. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 1 , Hymn 142. The humiliation and exaltation of Christ. Isa. liiw 6—9—12. 1 ~W IKE sheep we «*nt astray. 1 A And broke the fold ©f God* Each wand'ring in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour, When God our wandVings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke f H7 The exaltation, fee, His life and blood the Shepherd payd A ransom for the flock. 4 His honOr and his breath Were taken both away ; Join'd with the wicked in his death, And made as vile :ts they. •5 But God shall raise his head O'er all the sons of men ; And make him see a num'rous seed To recompense his pain. 6 ** I'll give him, saith the Lord, A portion with the strong ; He shall possess a large reward, And hold his honors long. 117. Long Metre. Fom I. W. Book 2, Hymn 5. Longing to praise Christ better. * T ORD, when my tho'ts with wonder roll 1 i O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul, And read my Maker's broken laws, Repaired and honorM by the cross : 2 When I behold death, hell, and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine, And see the man that groan'd and dyd, Sit glorious by his Fathers side : , 3 My passions rise and soar above, I'm wing'd with faith and fir'd with-love ; Fain would 1 reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. 4 But my heart fail*, my tongue complains For want of their immortal strains ; And in such humble notes as these Must fall below thy victories. 5 Well the kind minute raufi appear, When we shall leave these bodies here, These clogs of clay, and mount oil high To join the songs above the sky. The inttT cession of ChHst. 1 1 8 The intercession of Christ. 1 18. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 36. Christ's intercession. 1 "X~&TELL, the Redeemer's gone f y T' appear before your God, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his atoning biood. 2 No fiery vengeance now, No burning wrath comes down ; If justice calls for sinner's blood The Saviour shows his own, 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves ; The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves.- 4 Now, may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honours sing, Jesus the priest receives our songs* And bears them to the King. 5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high, ** Hosanna to the God of grace, " That lays his thunder by.] 6 " On earth thy mercy reigns, " And triumphs all above :" But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains To speak immortal love ! 7 [How jarring and how low Are all the notes we sing ! Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew? And they shall please the King.] k 2 Ii9, 120 The intercession Chi i>i. 119. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn !5~. T/i" intercession of Christ. Heb. vii. 25. 2 ITT" lives, the great Redeemer lives, IB (What joy the blest assurance gives T) And now before his Father God, Pleads the full merit of his blood. £ Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice arm'd with frowns appears \ But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy, smiles, and all is peace, 3 Hence then? ye black despairing tho'tst, Above our fears, above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In every dark distressful hour, When Sin and Satan join their power ; Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart. 5 Great advocate, almighty friend : On him our humble hopes depend : Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads and must prevail. 120. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 155. Christs admonition to Peter under afijiroachinp trials and intercession for him. Luke xxi? "31, 32. 1 TTOW keen the tempter's malice is ! JL JL How artful and how great 1 'iho' not one giain shall be destroy*^ Yet will he sift the wheat. 2 But God can all his power controul, And gather in his chain ; And whe e he seems to triumph most- Characters and representations of Christ. 121 The captWe soul regain. •3 There is a shepherd kind and strong, Still watchful for his sheep ; Nor shall th' infernal lion rend Whom he vouchsafes to keep. 4 Blest Jesus intercede for us, That we may fail no more ; O raise us when we prostrate lie^ And comfort lost restore. 5 Thy secret energy impart, That faith may never fail ; But 'midst whole showers of fiery darts ? That temper'd shield prevail. 6 Secur'd ourselves by grace divine, We'll guard our brethren too ; And taught their frailty by our owe, Our care of them renew. r Characters and representations oj Christ. 121. Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm 14T, Part I. The divine nature, providence and grace, X |J RAISE ye the Lord ; 'tis good to raise, JlT Our hearts and voices in his praise ; His nature and his works invite To make bis duty our delight. 2 The i ord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name : His r.ercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars those heavn'ly flames, He counts their numbers, calls thtif names* Hi's sov'reign wisdom knews no bound s 1 2"2 Characteos end A deep where all our tho'ts are drown ? & 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might ■; And all his glories infinite : He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. PAUSE. 5 Sing to the Lord exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky ; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn. And cloafhes the smiling fields with corn ; The beasts with food his hands supply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horse, The sprightly wit, tke active limb I Ail are too mean delights for him. 3 But saints are lovely in his sight ; He views his children with delight ; He sees their hope he knows their fear, And finds and loves his image there. • 122. Long Metre. Frem J. RV Selection, Hymn 156. Advocate. 1 John ii. 1. WHERE is my God, does he retire Beyond the reach of humble sighs i Are these weak breathings of desire, Too languid to ascend the skies I 2 No. Lord, the breathings of desire, The weak petition, if sincere, ]s not forbidden to aspire, But reaches thy all-gracious ear. i Look up my soul with cheerful eye, ■ic \v% ere the gfc.it Redeemer standi Refirts evictions of Christ, 1 £S The glorious advocate on high, With precious incense in his hands. t He sweetens every humble groan, Ke recommends each broken prayer Recline thy hope on him alone, Whose power and love forbid despair. \ Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, With stronger faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the cheerful word, My Father God, with joy divine*. 123. Long Merre. From J. It's Selection, Hymn 159. Bridegroom and husband, or, the marriage be- tween Christ and the soul, 1 TESUS, the heavenly lover, gave %3 His life my wretched soul to save | Resolv'd to make his mercy known, He kindly claims me for his own. Rebellious, I against him strove, 'Till melted and constrained by love ; With sin and self I freely part, The heavn'ly bridegroom wins my heart. My guilt my wretchedness he knows, Yet takes and owns me for his spouse; My debts he pays and sets me free, And makes his riches o'er to me, My filthy rags are iaid aside, He clothes me as becomes his bride ; Himself bestows my wedding-dress, The robe of perfect righteousness. Lost in astonishment I see, Jesus, thy boundless love to me ; With angels I thy grace adore, And long to love and praise thee more. Since thou wilt takeine ior thy bride. J 42 Characters and keep me. Saviour, near thy side 1 fain would give thee all my hearts Nor ever from my Lord depart. 124. Common Metre. From J. R's, Selection, Hymn I6'f. Chief among ten thousand ; or the excellences o/ Christ. Canf.v. 10 — 1 6. 1 f I ^O Christ the Lord, let every tongue i Its noblest tribute Mug ; When he's the subject of the sonp", Who can refuse to sing ? 2 Survey the beanfes of his face, And on his glories dwell : Think of the wonders of his grace? And all his triumphs tell 3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon his awful brow ; His head with radiant glories crownd f His lips with grace o'erilow. 4 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men : Fairer he is than all the fair, That nil the heavenly train. He saw me plung'd in deep distress. He fled to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, Aj»d carried all my ^rief. 6 His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head; His presence guilds my darkest hours* And guards my sleeping bed. 7 To him f owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have : He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave* Representations of Christ. 125, 126 1 To heaven the place of his abode He brings my weary feet ! Shews me the glories of my God^ And makes my joys complete. ) Since from his bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine., 125. 8—7 From J. R's Selection, Hymn 16'S. Consolation of lsraei. Luke ii. 2£. ! /^10?vIE, thou long expected Jesus* V^ Born to set thy people free ; From our fears and sins re: ease us. Let us find our rest in thee. Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints thou an y Dear desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. 2 Born thy people to deliver ; Born a ch;ivl, and yet a king ; Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ; By thine ail-sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne. 126. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 165. The door, John x, 9. Hosea ii. 15. L A WAKE our souls and bless his name. JL3L Whose mercies never fail ; Who opens wide a door of hope In Achor's gloomy vale. * Behold the portal wide dispJay'd, 17 Characters and' The building strong and fair » Within are pastures fresh and green? And liv.ng streams are there. Enter, my souK with cheerful hasten bor Jesus is the door ; Nor fear the serpent's wily arts, Nor fear the lion's roar. O n ay thy grace the nat ons lead v And Jews and Gentiles come, All travTmg thro' one beaut#ousgate* To one eternal home ! 127. Common Metre From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 16*9. Praise for the fountain ofiened. THERE js a fountain fill'd with blood. Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood? \ ojf a 1 the ; r guilty stains. The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; O may I there, tho' vile as he, Wash all my sins away ? Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood ' hall never loose its power, 'Till ail the ransom'd church of God Be sav'd to sin no more. E'er sipce by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing- wounds supply, Ree<>( ming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. But when this l ; sp.ng stammering tongue lies silent in the grave, Th- ma nobler sweeter song V I sing thy power to save, Representations of Christ, 128, 129 128. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 172. Head uf the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16*. 1 TTFSUS, 1 sing thy matchless grace, .^f That calls a worm thy own ; Gives me amqng thy saints a place, To make thy glories known. Allied to thee our vital head, We act, and grow, and thrive, From thee divided, each is dead, When most he seems alive. 3. Thy saints on earth and those above-. Here join in sweet accord ; One body all in mutual love, And thou, our common Lord. 4 O may my faith each hour derive Thy spirit with delight ; While death and hell in vain shall strive This bond to disunite. 5 Thou the whole body wilt present Before thy Father's face ; Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot Its beauteous form disgrace.. 1 23. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 173. Jesus — precious to them that belicie. 1 Pet. ii, 7 1 j§~ESUS, I love thy charming name ; %3 'Tis music to my ear ; Fain would I sound it so loud, That earth and heaven might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust ; Jewels to thee aie gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. 3 All my capacious powers can wish, t 130 Characters and In thee doth richly meet ; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all its woiifids,* The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honor's of thy name. With my last iab'ring breath ; And dying clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death. 130. Common Metre. From J R's Selection, Hymn 175. King of Saints. 1 /""iOME, ye that love the Saviour's name, \^_J And joy to make it known, Tne sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your king, your Saviour crown'd With glories all divine ; And tell the wond'ring nations round. How bright those glories shine. 3 Infinite power, and boundless grace, in biro unite their rays ; You that have e'er beheld his face, Can you forbear his praise. 4 When in his? earthly courts we view The glories of our King, We Ion £ to love as angels do, And wish like them to sintj. 5 And shall we long and wish in vain ; Lord teach our songs to rise ! Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reuch the skies, ■ ■ happy period, glorious day, Whtii heaven and etstth shall rai Representations of Christ. 131 With all their powers the raptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise. 131. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 177. The spiritual cor ronaiiofu Cant iii. 11. Angels. 1 A LL hail the power of Jesus's name! /i Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. Martyrs. 2 [Crown him ye martyrs of ottr Gcd ? Who from his alter call ; Extol the stem of Jesus's rod, And crown him Lord of all.] Converted Jews. 3 [Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small ; Hail him who saves you by his erace s And crown him Lord of all.] Believing Gentiles. 4 Ye Gentile sinners De'er forget The wormwood and the gall.; Go — spread your trophies at his feet* And crown him Lord of all. Sinners of every age. 5 [Babes,..men, and sires, who know his love* Who feel your sin and thrall ; New joy with all thefcosts above, And crown him Lord of all.] Sinners of every nation* 6 Let every kindred every tribe On this terrestrial bail, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all...- 132,133 Characters and Ourselves. 7 O that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fail : We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of ail. 1 32. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn typ: Lamb of God, &c. John i. 21. 1 IB KHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb. II With wonder gratitude and love ; To take away our guilt and shame, See him descending from above. 2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid ; He meekly bore the mighty load ; Our ransom price he fully paid, In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 3 To save a guilty world he dies : Sinners behold the bleeding Lamb ! To him lift up your longing eyes, And hope for mercy in his name. 4 Pardon and peace thro' him abound ; He can the richest blessings give ; Salvation in his name is found, He bids the dving sinner live. d Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee ; Where else can helpless sinners go ? Thy boundless love snail set me free, From all my wretchedness and woe. 133. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 181. Life of the soul. John xiv. 1$. 1 T17HEN sins and fears prevailing rise, \ f And fainting hope almost expires : Jesus to thee I lift mine eyes. To thee I breathe my soul's desires, Representations of Christ. !34 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thy everlasting word. That word which built the earth and sky > If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal life is sure ; His word a firm foundation gives, Here let me build and rest secure. Here let my faith unshaken dwell, Immoveable the promise stands ; Not all the powers of earth or hell, Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose ; If Jesus is forever mine, Not death itself the last of foes, Shall break a union so divine. 134. Long Metre. From J.R's. Selection, Hymn 135. Messiah. Gen. xhx. 10. Dan. ix. 26. Hug. ii.,o, 1 /"I LORY to God who reigns above, %JC Who dwells in light, whose name is i oye;i Ye saints and angels, \i ye can, Declare the love of God to man. 2 O what can -more his love commend His dear, his only son to send ! That man, condemn'd to die, might live, And God be glorious to forgive ! 3 Messiah's come — with joy behold The days by prophets long foretold : Judah thy royal sceptre's broke, And time still proves what Jacob spoke 4 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd, The time prophetic seals requit'd ; Cut off' for sins, but not his own. Thy prince Messiah did atone.. t3 l$b Characters and 5 Thy famous temple, Solomon, Is by the latter far out-shone : It wanted not thy glittering stoic, Messiah's presence grae'd it rnqre, 6" We see the prophecies fulfil I'd In Jesus, that most wondrous child x His birth, his life, his death combine- To prove his character divine. 7 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands A blessing to these favor'd lands: No infidel shall be our dread, Since thou art risen from the dead* 135. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 187 Pearl of great price. Mattb . xiii . 46. 1 "'^C/'lL' glittering toys of earth adieu, _g_ A nobler choice be mine : A real prize attracts my view, A treasure all divine. 2 fte«one unworthy of my cares,, Ye spacious baits of sense ; Inestimable woith appears, The pear! of price immense ! 3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown^ O name divinely sweet ! Jesu? in thee, in thee alone, Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 4 Should both the Indies at my call, Theii boasted stores resign ; With joy I would renounce theru ail For leave to call thee mine. 5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of this deat gift possess'd: I'd clasp h to rny joyfu) heart, And be forever bless'd. > 0C"r covcre^'.. of rry soul's ^eslre?^ Representations of Christ. 136, 137 Thy love isb!iss divine : Accept the wish that love inspires, And bid me call thee mine. 136. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 188. Physician of souls. Jeremiah viii. 22. 1 | \EEP are the wounds which sin has made, 1 9 Where shall the sinner find a cure ? In vain, alas, is nature's aid, The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 Sin like %. raging fever reigns, With fatal strength in every part * The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. ^|^ ( And can no sovereign balm be found ? And is no kind Physician nigh To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope forever fly ? £ There is a great physician near, Look up, Q fainting soul, and live ; See, in his heavenly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give ! 5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow 1 'Tis only this dear sacred flood Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe. 5 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sovereign cure is found ; A cordial for the fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound. 137. Long Metre. From Hymn 51, New Collection. Thy name is as ointment poured forth , therefore do the virgins love thee. Cant i. 3. 1 J~ESUS ! a name or sweetest sound. %3 How sweet it charms the willing ear ! 138 Character* ariTl It spreads delicious fragrance round. At once to gratify and cheer. 2 By it the heav'nly host above, And each redeemed saint below ; Are kindled into holy love, And feel their heaits in transport flow, 3 And who that ever felt the pain, The anguish of a wounded heart ; And found all other means in vain, To heal the wound or ease the smart ? 4 Who that has known its saving might, To rescue from the power of sin ; Can hear this name without delight, Can hear and feel no flame within ? 5 Sure virgin souls, made white and clean, By bleeding love and quick 4 ning grace, His willing captives must remain, His name triumphant ever bless. 6 Jesus 1 a name of sweetest sound, It chains, it charm9 the captive ear ; And spreads balsamic odours round, The wounded heart to heal and cheer. 138. Lon^ Metre. From Hymn 60, New Collection. Christ the Apple-tree. 1 f 1 1HE tree of life my soul hath seen, j| Laden with fruit and always green ; The trees of nature fruitless be, Compar'd with Christ the apple-tree. 2 This beauty doth all things excel, By faith I know,, but ne'er can tell The glory which I now can see, In Jesus Christ the apple-tree. 3 For happines I long have sought, And pleasure dearly have I bought ; I miss'd of all, but now I see, Reprc?e?itations of Christ. 1 3<> *Tis found in Christ the apple-tree. - I'm weary'd with my former toil ; Here I will sit and rest awhile, Under the shadow I will be, Of Jesus Christ the apple-tree. With great delight I'll make my stay, There's none shall fright my soul away ; Among the sons of men I see There's none like Christ the apple-tree. Ill sit and eat the fruit divine, Jt cheers my heart like spirit'al wine ; And now this fruit is sweet to me, That grows on Christ the apple-tree. This fruit doth make my soul to thrive, It keeps my dying faith alive ; Which makes my soul in haste to be With Jesus Christ the apple-tree. 139. Long Metre. From Hymn lib", New Collection. 'he bi^eaker is come up before than. Micha ii. 13. OIN T G the dedY Saviour's glorious fame, 1^7 Who bears the Breaker's wond'rous name ; Sweet name ! and it becomes him well, W r ho breaks down sin, guilt, death and hell, f A mighty Breaker, sure is he, He broke my chains, and set me free ; A gracious Breaker to my soul ; He breaks, and oh i he makes me whole. \ He breaks thro* ev'ry gloomy cloud, Which can my soul with darkness shroud ; He breaks the ev'ry crafty snare, Which hellish foes tor me prepare. ^ He breaks the gates of harden'd brass, To bring his faithful word to pass ; And tho' with pond'rous iron bar'd, HO Characters and The Breaker's love they cant retard. 3 Great Breaker ! O thy love impart. Daily to break my stony heart ; O break it, Lord, and enter in ; And break, O break the power of sin ! 6 Break out and shine upon my soul ; One look from thee will make me whole ; Break thro* my foes to my relief, And break, O break my unbelief. 7 Break down my self-sufficient pride, And let me at thy feet abide ; And there adore thee mighty Lord, Who never, never breaks his word. 5 By thee I'll break thro' ev'ry foe, And joyful on my way J'll go ; By thee I'll break death's cold embrace And mount to heav'n, and see thy face. 9 There has my King pass'd on betbre, And there forever I'll adore ; And to eternity I'll raise My songs, to this great Breaker's praise* 140. Tune Franjclini From Hymn 84, New Collection. The good physician. 1 "| TTOW lost was my condition JLI Till Jesus made me whole i There is but one physician Can cure the sin-sick soul ! Next door to death he found me, And snatch'd me from the grave, To tell to all around me, His vvond'rous power to save. 2 The worst of all diseases Is light compared to sin ; On ev'ry part it seizes, But rages most within ; Representations of Christ. 1 4 1 Tis pals}*, plague and fever, Ami madness ail combin'd ; And none but a believer The least relief can find. From men great skill professing, J thought a cure to gain ; But this prov'd more distressing, And added to my pain : Some said that nothing ailM me, Some gave me up for lost ; Thusev'ry jefuge fail'd me, And all rr.y hopes were cross'd. At length this great physician, How matchless is his grace ! Accepted my petition, And undertook my case; First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had seal'd ; Then bade me look unto him ; I look'd and I was heai'd. A dying risen Jesus, Seen by an eye of faith ; At once from danger trees us, And saves the soul from death ; Come then to this physician, His help he'll freely give ; Me has no hard condition, 'lis only— look and love. 141. Short Metre. From J. ll's Selection, Hymn 1 97-- SJiepherd. Psalm xxiii. 1—3. WHILE my Redemer's near, My shepherd and my guide, bid farewell to anxious fear, My wants are all supply \1. 1 42 Characters and 2 To ever fragrant meads Where rich abundance grows, Hie gracious hand indulgent leads And guards my sweet repose. 3 Along the lovely scene Cool waters gently roll, Transparent, sweet, and all serene, To ' beer my fainting soul. 4 Here let my spirit rest, How sweet a lot is mine ! With pleasure, food, and safety blest ; B^nificence divine ! 5 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, My wandering feet restore ; To thy fair pastures guide my way. And let me rove no more. G Unworthy as I am, Of thy protecting care, Jesus, I plead thy gracious name, For all my hopes are there. 142. Long Metre. From J. It's. Selection, Hymn 203. Wisdoniy righfeeu^^esSf sancitf cation and redeh tion. I Cor.i. 30, 31. 1 1% JW Y God, assist me while 1 raise _!_▼ JL An anthem of harmonious praise ; My heart thy wonders shall proclaim, And spread its banners in thy name. 2 In Christ I view a store divine ; My Father, all that store is thine ; By thee prepai M, by thee bestow'd ; Hail to the Saviour and the God ! 3 When gloomy shades my soul overspread, " Let there be light," th' Almighty said ; And Christ, my Sun, his beams displays.. And scatters round celestial rays. Rpreseutations of Christ, I 43- & Condemn'd thy criminal I stood, And awful justice ask'd my blood ; That welcome Saviour from tbv throne Brought righteousness and pardon dowm 5 My soul was a]] o'erspread with sin, And lo, his grace hath made me clean ; He rescues frpm th' infernal foe, And full redemption will bestow. S Ye saints assist my grateful tongue ; Ye angels warble back my song ; For love like this demands the praise Of heavenly harps, and endless day?- 143. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 204. All in All. \ /^OMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside V^ No comeliness I see ; The one thing needful, dearest Lord, Is to be one with thee. 2 The sense of thy expiring love Into my soul convey : Thyself bestow, for thee alone My All m All I pray. 3 Less than thyself will not suffice, My comfort to restore : More than thyself I cannot crave ; And thou canst give no more. 4 Lo\'d of my God, for him again "With love intense I'd burn : Chosen of thee ere time began, I'd chuse thee in return. 5 Whate'er consists not with thy love, O teach me to resign : I'm rich to all th* intents of bliss, Tf thois O God, art mine. M 144 Characters and i 44. Tune From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 205. AH in All ; or the testimony c^.c^rnittg Jesus the' Soul of Prophecy, Rev.xix. !0. 1 f I ^HE Bible is justly este-i M P The glory supreme of the land, Which shows how a sinner's redeemM, And brought to Jehovah's right hand. Wiih pleasure we freely confess The bible all books does out-shine ; But Jesus hi* person and grate, Affords it that hiFtre divire. 2 In every prophe'ical book Where God his decrees hath unseal'd, With joy we behold as we look, The wonderful Saviour reveal'd ; His glories project to the eye, ^nd prove it was not his design, Those glories concealed should lie, But there in full majesty shine. 3 The first gracious promise to man. A blessed prediction appears. His work is the soul of the plan, And gives it the glory it wears. How cheering the truih must have been, That Jesus the promised seed, Should triump o'er Satau.and sin, And hell in captivity lead 1 4 The ancient Levitical law, Was prophecy after its kind ; In types there the faithfe. foresaw The Saviour that ransom'd mankind. The altar, the Lamb, and the priest, The blood that was sprinkled of old, Had life when the people could taste The blessings those shadows foretold. Representations of Christ.- 145 5 Review each prophetical song Which shines in predictions rich train, The sweetest to Jesus belong, Anil point out his sufferings and reign ; Sure David his harp never strung With more or* true sacred delight, Than when of the Saviour he sung, And he was reyealM to his sight. 6 May Jesus 'more precious become — > His word be a lamp to our feet, W T hile we in this wilderness roam, "Till brought in his presence to meet. Then, then will we gaze on thy face, Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King ; Recount all thy wonders of grace, ,Tby praises eternally sing. 145. Tune Argyle. From Hymn 87, New Collection. What think ye of Christ. \ "TILTH AT think ye or Christ ? is the test. f f To try both your state and youi scheme ; You cannot be right in the rest, Unless you think rightly of him. How does he appear in youi view, Is he your beloved or not ; Think how he's- disposed to you, For mercy or wrath is your lot. -3 Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at most ; Sure these havefet feelings like me, Nor know themselves wretched and los So guilty, so helpless am 1, I durst not confide in his blood, Nor on bis protection rely, jQnless I were sure he is God. 46 Characters ami \ Some call him a Saviour in word, But mix their own works with the plan ; And hope he his help will afford, When they have done all that they can. If doings prove rather too light, (A little they own they may fail) They purpose to make up full weight, By casting bis name in the scale. - Some stile him the pearl of great price. And say he's the fountain of joys ; Yet feed upon folly and vice, And cleave to the world and its toys ; Like Judas the Saviour they kiss, And while they salute him, betray ; Ah ! what will profession like this Avail in that terrible day. > If ask'd what of Jesus I think ? Though still my best thoughts are but poor, I say he's my meat and my drink, My life, and my strength and nay store ; My shepherd, my husband, my friend, My Saviour from sin and from thrall ; Mv hope from beginning to end, My portion, my Lord and my all. 146. Short Metre. From Hymn 98, New Collection. I am the va;/ 9 and the truf.h> and the life. L IT AM, saith Christ, the way; I Ng\v if we credit him, Ail other paths must lead astny, How fair soe'er they seem. I I am, saith Christ, the truth : Then all that lacks this test, Proceed it from an angel's month. Is but a lie at best. Representations of Christ. 1 4-t I am, saith Christ, the life : Let this be seen by faith. It follows, without further strife, That all beside is death. If what those words aver The Holy Ghost apply, The simplest christian shall not err. Nor be deceived, nor die. 147. Particular Metre. Tune 2V«? Milfom. From I, W. Book l,Hymn 150. '.. TOiN all the glorious names I Of wisdom, love, and pow'r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore : All are too mean To speak his worth, Too mean to set My Saviour forth. 2 But O, what gentle terms What condescending ways Doth our Redeemer use, To teach his heavn'iy grace 1 Mine eyes with joy And wonder see What forms of love He bears for me. ( Array'd in mortal fleshy He like an angel stands, And holds the promises And pardons in his hands. Commissioned from His Father's throne ; To make his grace To mortals known,) 'Great -p^^j&het ef my Goo: , 1 13 Character* and My tongue would bless thy name ; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came : The joyful news Of sins forgiv'n, Of hell subdu'd, And peace with heav'n. 5 (Be thou my counseiior, My pattern and my guide *, And through this desart land Still keep me near thy side, O let my feet, Ne'er run astray, Nor rove, nor seek The crooked way ! 6 (I love my shepherd's voice, His watchful eyes shall keep My wand'ring soul among The thousonds of his sheep. He feeds his iiock, He calls their names, His bosom bears The tender lambs. 7 (To this dear Surety's hand Will I commit my cause ; He answers and fulfils His Father's broken laws. Behold my soul At freedom set ! My surety paid The dreadful deb*-. S (Jesus, my great High-Priest, Offer'd his blood and dy'd ; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrilice beside. Representations of Chrisi-'. ■ 1 4T His pow'riui blood Did once atone ; And now it pleads Before the throne. (My Advocate appears Fcr my defence onliigh ; T^e Father bows his cars, And lays his thunder by. Not all that hell Or sin can say, Shall turn his heart, His love away, 10 (My dear almighty Lord, My Conqu'ror and ttiv King, My sceptre and my sword, Thy reigning grace I sing. Thine is the pow'r ; Behold I sit .In willing bonds Beneath thy feet. 11 (Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down ; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint Shall win the day. Though de^th and hell Obstruct the way. \% (Should all the hosts of death; And pow'rs of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on ; I shall be safe, 2"or Christ displays Superior pow'r, ' ■> Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. No blood of goats nor heifer slain For sin could e'er atone : The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone A soul opprest with sins desert My God will ne'er despise ; A humble groan, a broken heart Is our best sacrifice. 155. Short Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 217. Faith, its author andpreciousness. Eph. ii. g. FAITH ! 'tis a precious grace, Where'er it is bestow'd ! It boasts of a celestial birth, And is the gift of God ! Jesus it owns a king, An all-atoning priest, It claims no merit of its own, But looks for all in Christ. To him it leads the soul, When fill'd with deep distress ; Flies to the fountain of his blood. And trusts his righteousness. Since 'tis thy work alor e, And that divinely fr< e ; Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son, Tg work this faith in me. 1,5.6, 15/ The graces of the haly Spirit; 156. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 219. The struggle btrween jaith and unbelief. Mark ix* 24. 1 TFSUS, our souls delightful choice, J In thee, believing we rejoice : let still our joy is mix'd with £iief, While faith contends with unbelief- 2 Thy promises our hearts rewyej And keep our fainting hopes alive ; But v\uiit, and fears, and sorrows rise, And wide the promise horn our eyes. 3 O let not sin and Satan boast, While intslie mourniugin the dwst } Nor sec that faith to ruin brought, Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought 4 Dp thou the dying spark inflame ; Reveal the glories of thy name ; And put all anxious doubts to flight, As shades dispersed by opening light. 157. TuneS*. P And drag's the soul upward to God. 3 It treads on the world and on hell, It vanquishes death and despair ; And O let us wonder to tell, It overcomes heaven by prayers- Permits a vile worm of the dust, With God to commune as a friend ; To hope his forgiveness as just, And look for his love to the end. 4 It says to the mountains, ' depart,' That stand betwixt God and the soul j It binds up the broken in heart, And makes wounded consciences whole f Bids sins of a crimson -like dye Be spotless as snow and as white ] And raises the sirftier on high, To dwell with the angels of light. 158. Short Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 22C TVtak ielievers encouraged. \ "'^ST'OUR harps, ye trembling sainfs, _JL Down from the willows tuke ; Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord Bid every string awake. 3- Tho' in a foreign land, We are not far from home ; And nearer to our house above, We every moment come. 3 Kis grace shall to the end Stronger and brighter shine ; Northings present, nor things to coir** Shall quench the spark divine. 1-&9 The graees of the holy Spirit. 4 The tim-e of love will come, When we shall clearly see Not only that he shed his blood, But each shall say, for me. 3 Tarry his leisure then, Wait the appointed hour ; Wait till the bridegroom of your souls Reveal his love with power. 6 Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on thee ! Who waits for thy salvation Lord, Shall thy salvation see. 159. Common Metre. From I. W. Book I, Hymn 120. Faith of thincrs unseeru Heb. xi. 1 . 3, 8, 19. 1 Mj\ VlTH is the brightest evidence JO Of things beyond our sight, Breaks thro' the clouds of flesh and sense. And dwells in heavenly light ; 2 It sets times past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come. 3 Bv faith we know the worlds were made By God's almighty word ; Abra'm to unknown countries led, By faith obey'd the Lord. 4 He sought a city far on high : Built by th' eternal hands : A ad faith assures us, though we die, That heavenly building stands. Fear. Fortitude. lgO, 16. Fear. 160. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 227. Fear of God. Prov xiv*. 26. HAPPY beyond description he Who fears the Lord his God ; Who hears his threat with holy awe, And trembles at his rod. Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells With its fair partner, love ; Blending their beauties, both proclaim, Their source is from above. Let terrors fright the unwilling slave, The child with joy appears ; Cheerful he does his Father's will, And loves as much as fears. Let fear and love, most holy God I Possess this soul of mine, Then shall I worship thee aright, And taste thy joys divine. Fortitude, 161. Common Metre. From J. Pt's. Selection, Hymn 228. Holj/ Fortitude 1 Cor. xvi. 13. AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb ? And shall I fear to own his cause^ Or blush to speak his name ? Must I be carried to the skies, On flowery beds of ea=e ; Whils others fought to win the prizc^ And sail'd thro' bloodv seas ? lt« Hope. 3' Are there no foes for me to face^ Must 1 not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints in all this g orious war, Shall conquer tho' they die ; They see the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious day shall ri§e, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine. Hof be. 162. TtinejM&e'j Tmmp From J R's. Selection, Hymn 232. Hoping and longing. Num. xiii. 30. Deut. iii. 25. 1 f^\ OME, Lord, and help us to rejoice, \_J Jn hope that we shall hear thy voice, Shall one day see our God ; Shall cease from all our painful strife, Handle and taste the word of life, And feel the sprinkled blood. 2 Let us not always make our moan, Nor worship thee, a God unknown ; But let us live to prove Thy people's rest, thy saints delight, The length and breadth, the depth and height* Of thy redeeming love. Hope. 1 63 Rejoicing now in earnest hope, We stand, and from the mountain top See all the land below 1 Rivers of milk and honey riai Vo-i Hope, $ Temptations vex my weary s.oul, And tears are my repast ; hj toe insults without controul, ■" And where & your God at last ?'*- 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I .dl ; O give our troubled spirits rest, . Our numerous fears dispel. 4 'Tis mercy, mercy, we implore, O may thy bowels move 1 Thy grace is an exhaustless store 3 And thou thyself art love. O, fur thy own, for Jesus 4 sake, i69; 1/0 Humility. Our many -sins forgive ! Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, And breaking soon relieve. 6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, And thy dominion own ; Nor let a rival more pretend. To reposses thy throne. I69. Tune JVewark, From J. R's Selection, Hymn 237, A prayer for Humility. i. ~¥~ ORB, if thou thy grace impart, 1 4 Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my Master be, Rooted in Humility. 2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Chang'd into a little child, Pleas'ri with all the Lord provides, WeanM from all the world beside? 3 Father, fix my soul on thee ; Every evil let me flee ; Nothing want beneath, above, Happy in thy precious love- 4 O that all may seek and find Every good in Jesus join'd? Him let Israel still adori, Trust him, praise him, evermore, 170. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 102. The beatitudes. Matt. v. 2 — 12. 1 TTJl-F^T are the humble souls that see JL5 Their emptiness and poverty ; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns 01 joy laid up in heav'n. 2 Blest arc the men ef broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; Humility. IJl The Wood of Christ divinely flows A healing balm for ail their woes. 3 B!est are the meek, who stand afar From rage and pashion, noise and war : God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great, 4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness ; They shall be well supply'd, and fed With living streams and living bread. 5 Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love ; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. 6 idlest are the pure whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow 4 r,of sin ; , With endless pleasure they shull see A God of spotless parity. 7 Blest 'are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife ? They shall be calhcl the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 9 Blest are the suff'rers who paitake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord j Giory and joy are their reward. 171. Common Metre. From I. W\Psal. 131. Humility and submission. 1 TTS there ambition in my heart ? I Search, gracious God, and see ; Or do 1 act a haughty part I Lord, I appeal to thee. % I charge my thoughts, be humble still. And all my carriage mild ; 1 72, 1 73 Joy and Rejoicing. Content, my Father, witti thy will, And peaceful as a child, S The patient soul, the lowly mind, Sua.il have a large reward : Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord. joy and Rejoicing. im. Short Metre, From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 23$, Pi inirfrr? in thewaus nf God. Psalm cxxx.viii. *, 1 TWT^W ' et ° u " voices join _£H To form a sacred song ; Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways With music pass along. 2 How straight the path appears, How open and how fair 1 No lurking gins t' emrap our fett ; No fierce destroyer there. 3 But flowers of paradise In rich profusion spring ; The sun of glory gilds the path^ And dear companions sing. 4 See Salem's golden spires In beauteous prospect rise ; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle thro' the skies. 5 All honor to his name, Who marks the shining way ; To him. who Lads the wanderers on To realms of endless day. 173. Long Metre. From J. W. Psalm 8 4. Part 2. (7, d and his church; or, grace oud glory. \ g~\ '(EAT God attend while Sion sings \JJf The joy \ Hfet f» t m thy presence spring" To sj>cnd ene clay with tr.ee on er.rtiv Joy and Rejoicing. 1 ?£ lixceeds a thousand days of mirth. Q Might 1 enjoy the meanest place, Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease nor thrones of power Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 Cod is our sun, he makes our day ; God is our shield, he guards our way^ From all th' assaults of heil and sin, From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too 5 He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright spuls. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious host of heav'n obey, And devils at thy presence flee, Blest is the man that trusts in thee. 174. Common Metre. From 1. W. Psal. 84. DfrUght in ordinances of tiorship ; or, God present in his churches. 1 "]% NTY soul how lovely is the place JlV JL ^° which thy God resorts 1 r f is heav'n to see his smiling facei Tho' in his earthly courts. 2 There the great monarch of the skies His saving pow'r displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind a»r* quick'ning rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place. While Christ reveals his word rous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will : And still we seek thy mercies there* And sing thy praises still. 173 joy and Rejoicing. fAUSK. y My heart and flesh cry out for thee, Whilst far from thine abode ; When shall I trend thy courts and sec My Saviour and my God I 6 The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove ; O make me like the sparrows blest, To dwcl but whc.e I love. 7 To sit one day beneath thine eye. And hear thy gracious voice, Excedsa whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys. 8 Lord at thy threshold J would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state Among the tents of sin. 9 Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away. 175. Tulle Warren. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 240. J?/-'.->Wi us in his works and ways. 2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see 3 O ye banish'd seed be glad I Christ our advocate is made ; Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brot^e/- to our .souls becomes Joy and Rejoicing', & Shout, ye Htt'e ffock, and blest, You on Jesus' throne shaft rest ; There your seat is now pr* par'd. There your kingdom and reward. ) Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son. Bids you undismayV go on. ► Lord ! submissive make us e;o, Gladly leaving ail below ; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. 1,76*. Long Metre. From J- R's. Selection, Hymn 244. One thing I ' biaio. John ix. 25. Isaiah iiv. 1 3 EAR Saviour, make me wise to see My sin and guilt and remedy ; ?Tis said, of all thy blood has bought, " They shall of Israel's God be taught/* 2 Their plague of heart thy people know;. They know thy name and trust thee too ; They know the gospel's blissful sound; The paths where endless joys abound* 3 They know the Father and the Son, Theirs is eternal life begun ; Unto salvation they are wise, Their erace shall into glorv rise. 4 Eut — ignorance itself am I, Born blind — estrang'd from thee I lie ; Lord, to thee I humbly own 1 nothing know as shouldbe known. $ I scarce know God, or Christ, or sin, My foes without, or plague within ; Know not my interest, Lord, in thee, In pardon, peace or liberty, 5 But help me to declare to*da) r , o2 V: 17 Y Joy and Rejoicing. If many things I cannot say, «' One thing 1 know" — all praise to thee, *' Tho' blind I was, jrst now see." \ 77. Common Metre. From Hymn 49, New Collection. Joy in the Holy Ghost. ! 1\/1~Y soul doth magnify the Lord ? J..Y JL My spirit cloth rejoice In God my Saviour and my God, I hear hi? joyful voice. 2 I need not go abroad for joy, Who have a feast at home ; My sighs are turned into songjs, The comforter has come. 3 Down from above the blessed dove Is come into my breast, . To witness God's eternal love, This is my heavenly feast. 4 This makes me Abba Father cry, With confidence of soul ; It makes me cry, my Lord, my God, And that without controul. 3 There is a stream that issues forth From God's eternal throne, And from the Lamb, a living stream, Clear as the chrystal stone. 6 This stream doth water Paradise, It makes the angels sing ; One cordial drop revives my heart, Hence all my joys do spring. 7 Such joys as are unspeakable, And full of glory too ; Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, A* worldings do not know. 8 Lye hath not seen, nor car hath heard, From fancv 'tis coaccaHd, Liberality' — ! u re to God. What thou Lord hast laid up for thine, And hast to me reveai'il. 9 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, I taste thy sweetest love ; My soul doth leap, but O for win^F, The wings of Noah's dove ! 10 Then should I fly far hence away, Leaving this world of sin ; Then should my Lord put foith his han*? And kindly take me in. il Then should my soul with angels feast On joys that always last ; Bless' d be my God, the God of joy, W ho gives me here a taste. Liberality — love to God. 178. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 148, Delight in God. Psalm xxxvii. 4. \ f~^ LORD, 1 would delight in thee, \J And on thy care depend ; To thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only friend. 2 When all created streams are dry'd, Thy fullness is the same ; May 1 with this be satisfy'd, And glory in thy name ! 3 Why should the soal a drop bemoan^ Who has a fountain near, A fountain which will ever run With waters sweet and clear, 4 No good in creatures can be found, But may be found in thee ; I must have all things and abound, W 7 hile God is Ged to me. 3 O that I had a stronger faith T look within the veil, 17*9, 180 hihraUh;*r-lo-se to God. To credit what my Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail I 6 He that has made my heaven secure, Will here all good provide ; While Christ is rich can I be poor. Who am his much lov'd bride ! 7 O Lord, I cast my care on thee.. I triumph and adore ; Henceforth my great concern shall b£ To love and please thee more. 179. Long Metre. From I. W. Book-1, Hymn 135. The love if Christ shed abroad in the heart. Eph iii. 16', &c OME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast ; Then shall we know, and taste and feel The joys that cannot be express'd. 2 Come, Mil our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height and breadth and lengtf Of thine unmeasurable grace. 3 Now to the God whose pow'r can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, lie everlasting honours done By all the church through Christ his Son. 180. Lon^r Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn, 76*. Christ dvills in heaven, but visits on earth. So!o« mon's .Song, vi, 1,2, 3, 12. ~~^THEN strangers stand and hear me tcli y Y What beauties in my Saviour dwell ; Where he is gone they fain woud know, That they might seek and love him too. My best beloved keeps his throne On hills of light in worlds unknown ; But be descends and shows his lace Liberality — love to God. 1 8 1 Li the young gardens of his grace. 3 Jn vine-yards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand ; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies show their spotless heads. 4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move ; I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death, nor hell shall make us part. 5 [He takes my soul e'er J'm aware, And shows me where his glories are ; No chariot of Aminadab The heav'nly rapture can describe. 6 O may my spirit daily rise, On wings of faith above the skies, 'Till deach shall make my last remove, To dwell forever with my Love.] 181. Lotig Metre. From I. W. Book 1 , Hymn , 7. The love of Christ to the. Church, in his language to her, and provisions JJr her. Solomon's Song vii. 5. 6, y, 12. 13. 1 "1WTOVV ll ) the gall'ries of his grace JJ^j Appears the King, and thus he says, * 4 How fair my saints are in my sight, " My lGve how pleasant for delight ?" 2 Kind is thy language sov'reign Lord, There's heav'nly grace in ev'ry Moid; From that dear mouth a stream divine Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. 3 Such wond'rous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And make our cold affections flame. % These are the joys he lets us know. In fields and viiages below ; 182, 183 LoveioC/niu. Gives us^. relish ofhis love, But keeps his noblest feast abo-,e.. 3 Jn Paradise, within the gates An higher entertainment waits ; Fruits new an J old laid up in store, Where we shall k^d, but thirst no more 182. Short Metre. From I. \V. Book I, ByJhn 103. Christ, wlsphi and bcitiwd. 1 Pet. i. g. 1 IWT^I wfth our mortal eves X^i Have we beheld the Lore, Yet we rejoice 10 hear his name. And love him in his word, 2 On earth we want the sight . Of our Redeemer's lace ; Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight To dwell upon thy gfacei 3 And when we taste thy love, Our joys divinely grow Unspeakable, like those above, And heav'n begins below. Love to Christ. 183. Common Metre. Fom I. W. Book 2, Hymn 103. Chris's commission. John'iii. 16, 17. 1 &~^ () — ^ k a P'Py Kotib, approach your Go \_J With new melodious songs ; Cqme tender to almighty grace The tributes of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the lev That piiy'd dying men, r I he Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm/vi With a revenging rod. No hard commission to perform Ltoxc to Christ. J 84 The vengeance of a God : But all was mercy, all was mikl-, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds. And wipe your sorrows dry ; Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die. See, dearest Lord, our wi ling souls Accept thine ofFer'd grace ; vVe bless the great Redeemer's love, And give th~ bather praise. 184. Long Metre. From J. R s. Selection, Hymn 251; Desiring to love Christ- GOME, let me love ; or is my mind Harden'd ro stone, or froze to ice ? I see the blessed fair one bend, And stoop to embrace me from the skies? J ! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, And make a heart of iron move, That those sweet lips, that heav'nly lbok 3 Should seek and wish a mortal love ! I was a traitor doom'd to fire, Bound to sustain eternal pairs ; He flew on wings of strong desire, Assum'd my guilt and took my chains, Infinite grace I almighty charms ! Stand in amaze ye rolling skies i Jesus the God, extends his arms, Hangs on a cross of love and dies. Did pity ever stoop so low, Dress'd in divinity and blood ? Was ever rebel courted so fn groans of an expiring God ? 185, 180 Love to Christ. 6 Again he lives and spreads his hands, Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart ; *■ By these dear wounds,' says he ; and stand. And prays to clasp me to his heart. 7 Sure 1 must love ; or are my ears Still deaf, nor will my passions move ? Lord, melt this flinty heart to tears ; This heart shall >ield to death or love. 185. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 252. Profession of love to Christ. 1 \ ND have I, Christ, no love to thee, f~\> No passion for thy charms ? No wish my Saviour's face to see, And dwell within his arms ? 2 Is there no spark of gratitude In this cold heart of mine, To him whose generous bosom glow'd With Friendship all divine i 3 Can 1 pronounce his charming name, His acts of kindness tell ; And, while J dwell upon the theme. No sweet emotion feel ? 4 Such base ingratitude as this What heart but must detest ! Sure Christ deserves the noblest place In every human breast. 5 A very wretch, Lord, I should prove, Had I no love to thee ; Rather than not my Saviour love, O may I cease to be ! 136. Short Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 254. Love to the Brethren. LEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; B Love to the B.clhrcr. The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are on< Our comforts and our cares. We share our mutual woes - Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathising tear. When we assunder part, it gives us inward pain, But we shall still be join'd in heart. And hope to meet again. This glorious hope revives fitir courage by the way ; While each in expectation jives, And longs to tee the day. From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Thro* all eternity. Love to the Brethren. 187 . I-ong Metre. From J. li's Selection, Flymn 25G. lie heart ■; unjiedio unfeigned love of the brethren ly the Spirit. . 1 Pet. i. 22. jf~^ REAT Spirit of Immortal love, VX Vouchsafe our frozen hearts to move, With ardour strong these breasts inflame To all that own a Saviour's name. Still let the heavenly fire endure Fervent c, Tn d vigorous, true and pure, 88, '13*0 liiveic >' enemies. Let every heart arid every hand Join in the dear frajLernai band. Celestial Dove, descend and bring. The smiling blessings on thy wing ; .And make us taste those sweets below Which in the blissful mansions groAV. 188. Lon,>; Metre. . From I. W. Book i. Hymn 134. Religion tain ttithont love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1, 2, S. AD I the tongue of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use. It" iove be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. Were • inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and bell ; Or could my faith the world remove. Still I am nothing without iove. Should I distribute all my store To feed the bowels of the poor, Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name ; If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fi'ry zeal. The works of love can e'er fulfil. Love to Enemies. 189. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 258. Lcvt to our enemies from the example of Christ, Luke xxiii. 34. Mat. v. 44. A LOUD we sing the wondrous grace, XJL Christ to his murderers bare ; VVhich made the torturing cross its throne* Lor, to cuwt^ And hung his trophies there.. Father^ forgive/' his mercy ciiet^ ^ With his expiring breativ* And drew eternal blessings down Oil those who wrought his death, 3 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing, And whilst we sing- admire : Breatne on our souls and kindle there,, The same celestial fire. 4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we For enemies will pray ; With love, their hatred, and their enrs^ With blessings will repay. 1 90. Common Metre. From J. R*s. Selection, Hymn 2.59* All attainments vain without love- 1 Cor.xsii. \..S- 1 QHOULD bounteous nature kindly pour J3 Her richest gifts on me, StiiJ, O my God, I should be poor, if void of love to thee. 2 Not shining wit nor manly sense. Could make me truly good : Not zeal itself could recompense The want of love to God. 3 I>id I possess the gift of to.ngues- But were deny'd thy grace, My loudest words, my loftiest songs. Would be. but sounding brass. 4 Tho* thou should'st give me heavenly skilly lLach mystery to explain, If lk>no heart to do thy will, Iwy knowledge would be vain, 5 Had I so strong a faith, my God> As mountains to remove, No faith could do me real good, lyl blcehbe-tSi That did not work by love. t [What tho' to gratify my pride. And make my heaven secure* All my possessions I divide, Among the hungry poor I 7 What tho' my body I consign To the devouring flame, In hope: the glorious deed will shine In rolls of endless fame ! 3 These splendid acts of vanity, Tho' all the world applaud, If destitute of charity, Can never please my God.] 9 O grant me then, this one request, And I'll be satisfy'd ; That love divine may rule my breast, And all my actions guide. Meekness. 191. Short Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 260. The meek beta ulifed with Solvation. Psalm cxlix. &• 1 ""\7"E humble souls, rejoice, JL And cheerful praises sing ; Wake all your harmony of voice, For Jesus is our king. 2 That meek and lowly Lord, Whom here your souls have known, Pledges the honor of his word T* avow you for his own. 3 He brings salvation nenr, For which his blood was paid : How beauteous shall your souls appear, Thus sumptuously array 'd I MceL'iess, $g 1 Sing, for the day is nigh, When near your Savioar's seat, The tallest sons of pride shall lie^ The footstool of your feet. 5 Salvation, Lord, is thine, And all thy saints confess, The royal robes in which they shine, Were wrought by sovereign grace. 192. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 87. Gad dwells with the humble and penitent. Isa. lvii; 15, 16. X npHUS saith the fegfc and lofty One, JL * ; I sit up dn my hoiy throne ; My name is God, i dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity. 2 But I descend to worlds below, On earth I have a mansion too; The humble spirit and contrite Is an abode of my delight. 3 The humble *rj\\ my words revive,, I bid the mourning sinner live ; Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind. 4 [When I contend against their sin, i make them ks:ow how vile they've been , But should my wrath forever smoke, Their semis would sink beneath mv stroke.*' O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh. Lest wt should faint despair, and die ! Thus shall our better thoughts approv The rðods of thy chastening lovejj > 193 , 194 Rcpest (Vice .- U)3. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 26j. (*W sneaking peace io his people. Psalm Ixxxy. J, i TTNI TM, my roving thoughts unite, \^J In silence soft and sweet : And thou, my soul, sit gently down At thy great Sovereign's feet. 1 Jehovah's awful voice is heard, Yet gladly I attend ; For lo ! the everlasting God Proclaims himself my friend. 3 Harmonious accents to my soul The sounds of peace convey ; The tempest at his word subsides, And winds and seas obey. 4 By all its joys, I charge my heart, To grieve his love no more ; But churm'd by melody divine. To give its follies o'er. Repentance. 194. Common Metre. Fiom J. ll's Selection, Hymn 267". God hath commanded all men every where to repent. Acts xvii. 30. 1 " "O kPENT," the voice celestial cries, _£\, Nor longer dare delay : The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 No more the sovereign eye of God O'erlooks the crimes of men ; His heralds are dispatched abroad To warn the world of sin. 3 The summons reach thro* all the earth ; Hepentance. 193 Let earth attend and fear : Listen, ye men of royal birth, And let your vassals hear. Together in his presence how, And all jour guilt confess ; Embrace the blessed Saviour now. Nor trifle with his grace. Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, And call you to his bar : For mercy knows the appointed bound, And turns to vengeance there. Amazing love, that yet will call, And yet prolong our days ! Our hearts subdued by goodness fall, And weep, and love, and praise. 1 95. Lon^ Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 269* 'hrist exnttfd to be a Prhtce and a Saviour to give Repentavcei Acts v. 13. EXALTED Prince of life, we own The royal honours of thy throne j fi'is fix'd by God's almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy command. Exalted Saviour, we confess Tne sovereign triumphs of thy grace ; Where beams of gentle radiance shine, And temper majesty divine. Wide thy resistless sceptre sway, Till all thine enemies obey ; Wide may thy cross its virtue prove, And conquer millions by its love ! Mighty to vanquish and fors j ;ive \ Thine Israel shall repent and live ; And loud proclaim thy healing breath, Which works their life who wrought thy death, 196, 197 Repent anon. 196. Long Metre. From [. W. Psalm 51, Part i . A penitent pleading for pardon. SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive, Let a repenting rebel live, Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes art: great, but cant surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace ; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'mng love be found 1 3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean : Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace ; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou ait clear ; 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 1 must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to beil, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 197. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 74. Repentance from a seme of divine gOodmSS ; or complaint of ingratitude* 1 ~fl~ S this the kind return, JL And these ttie thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love. Whence ail our blessings flow ! Repentance, \ 98 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduc'd our mind ! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind I (On us he bids the sun Shed its reviving rays ; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men ; But we more base, mere brutish things, Reject his easy reign. Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh ; Break sov r reign grace, these hearts of stone* And give us hearts of flesh. Let old ingratiude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. 198. Common Metre. From J. Pi's. Selection, Hymn 272. Penitence and Hope. DEAR Saviour when my thoughts recall. The wonders of thy grace : Low at thy feet asham'd I fall, And hide this wretched face. Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? Ah vile ungrateful heart ! By earth's low cares detahVd, betray'd, From Jesus to depart. From Jesus, who alone can give, True pleasure, peace and rest : When absent from my Lord, I live Unsatisfy'd, unblest. 199 ilc,:-r nation. 4 But he, for his own mercy's sake, My wandering soul restores : Pie bids the mourning heart partake The Dai(-on it implores. 5 O while I breathe to thee, my Lord. The penitential bigh, Confirm the kind forgiving word, With pity in thine eye 1 Q Then shall the mourner at thy feet, Rejoice to seek thy face ; And grateful own how kind how sweet . Thy condescending grace. Resignation. 199, Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 27 X* The contrite heart. Isa. Ivii. 15. 1 f | 1HE Lord will happiness divine J| On contrite hearts bestow ; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no I 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel ; If ought is felt, 'tis only pain To find I cannot ftcl. 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd „ To love thee if I could ; Eut often feel another mind, Averse to all that's good. 4 My best desires are faint and few, 1 fain would strive for more ; But when I cry, '* My strength renew,* 1 Seem weaker than before. 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, Resignation-* 200 And love thy house of prayer^; I sometimes go where others go, But fine! no comfeft there. O make th's heart rejoice or ache.; Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break, And heal it if it be. 200. Common Metre. From J. W. Psal. 39, Part 3. cfc-brd devotion ; or, pleading without repinb?^ GOD of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel ; But i am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at tliy command ; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chasfning hand. Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes ; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust ; Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand And all our beauty's lost. I'm but a stranger here below. As all my fathers were ; May I be well prepar'd to go, When J thv summons hear But if my life be spar'd awhile Before my last remove, Tny praise shall be my bus'ness still, And I'll declare thv love* 2»1, 202 Resignation. 201 . Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 279, Filial aub/nmhn. Hcb. xn, 7. 1 A M) can mv hearr aspire so high, /V 16 say, ' : My Father God l iS Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie, And learn to kiss \ he rod. 2 I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise : et every anxious thought be still. Nor one faint murmur rise. 3 i hy love .can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid me wait serene. Til hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene. 4 «' My Father" — O permit my heart To plead her humble claim, And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemers name. 202. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 129. Submission and deliverance ; or, Abraham offering his son. Gen. xxii. (>, &:c. 1 O AINTS, at your heav'nly Father's word, j^ Give up yoar comforts to the Lord ; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 So Abra'm with obedient hand Led forth his son, at God's command ; The wood, the tire, the knife he took, His arm prepared the dreadful stroke. 3 M Abr'am forbear," the angel cryM, " Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd Thy son shall live, and in thy seed ♦Shall the whole canh be bless'd indeed." Self-Demal. 203, 204 4 Just in the last distressing hour The Lord displays deliv'fing pow'r ; The mount oi danger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace. 203. Common Metre. From 1. W. Book 1, Hymn 5. Sumzsrion to afflictive provide/ices. Job i. 2j^ 1 "VTAKED a c from rhc earth we came, J3| And crept to lite at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high. Or sinks them in the grave. He gives, and (blessed be his name !j He takes but what he gave, 4 Peace, all our angry passions then, Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at his sov'reign will, And ev'ry murmur die. 5. If smiling mercy crown our lives, • Its praises shall be spread, And we'll adore the justice too That strikes our comforts dead, Self-denial. 204. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection. Hymn 280. Self-denial; or, taking up I he Cross. Markviii, 38. Luke xi. 26. 1 A SH AMD of Christ, my soul disdain aJL The mean ungenerous thought ; 205 Self-Denial. Shall I disown that friend, whose blood To man salvation brought ? 2 With the glad news of love and peace From heaven to earth he came ; For us endur'd the painful cross, For us despis'd tne shame. 3 At his command wc must take up Our cross without delay : Our lives— and thousand lives of ours His love can ne'er repay. 4 Each faithful sufferer Jesus views With infinite delight ; Their lives t-o him are dear, their deaths Are precious in his sight. 5 To bear his name, his cross to bear* Our highest honour this! Who nobly suffers now for him. Shall reign with him in bliss. 6 But should we in the evil day From our profession fly, Jesus, the judge before t&e world, The traitor will deny. 205. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 131. The Pharisee and Publican. Luke xviii. 10, &c. EHOLD how sinners disagree, The Publican and Pharisee ; One doth his righteousness proclaim, The other owns his guilt and shame. This man at humble distance stands, An J cries for grace with lifted hands ; That boldly rises near the throne, And talks of duties ke has done. The Lord their difFrent language knows, And difFrent answers he bestows ; Self-Denial. 2&6, %$ The humble soul with grace he crowns, Whilst on the proud his anger frowns, 4 Dear Father, lee me nevei be Join'd with the boasting Pharisee ; I have no merits of my own, But plead the sufferings of thy Son, 20o\ Long Metre, From I. Vv. Book 1, Hymn 132,. Holiness and grace. Tit. ii. 10, 13,., 1 HO let our lips and lives express £^ The holy gospel we profess ; So let our works and virtue shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 3 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God ; When the salvation, reigns within, And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. S" Our flesh and sense must be deny'd, Passion and envy, lust and pride ; While justice, temperance, truth and love^ Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word. . 207. Common Metre. From J. li's. Selection. Hymn 282. Si/icerity and truth. Phil. iv. 8. X T E'i those who bear the christian name 1 A Their holy vows fulfil : The saints the followers of the Lamb, Are men of honour still. % True to the solemn oaths they uke, Tho* to their hurt they sweat : Constant and just to all they speak, For God and angels hearr 208 Sincerity. 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, Nor flattering words devise ; They know the God oi truth can see Thro' every false disguise. 4 They hate the appearance of a lie, In all the shapes it wears ; Firm to the truth — and when they die • Eternal life is theirs. 5 Lo 1 from afar the the Lord descends, And brings the judgment down ; He bids his saints, his faithful friends, Rise and possess their crown. 6 While Satan trembles at the sight, And devils wish to die, Where will the faithless Hypocrite And guilty liar fly ? Sincerity. 208. Common Metre. From J. Li's Selection, Hymn 284. Spiritual ?ninded. '.ess ; or, inward religion. James i. 27. 1 Ty ELIGION is the chief concern . XV Of mortals here below ; M'-.y I its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know ; 2 More ueedfui this than glittering- wealth, Or aught the world bestows ; Not reputation, food or health, Can give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom ; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. Sincerity, $0'9 4 O may my heart by grace renewed,, Be my Redeemers throne ; And be my stubborn will subdu'd, His government to own ! 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Bejoin'd with godly fe;r; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 6 Preservejme from the snares of sin, Thro' ray remaining days ; And in me let each virtue shine To my Redeemer's praise. 7 Let lively hope my soul inspire ; Let warm affections rise ; And may I wait with strong desire, To mount above the skies ! 209. Common Metre. From I, VV. Psalm 1 19, Part 3. Professions of sincerity, repentance and obedience, Verse 57, 6'0. 1 fT^HOU art my portion, O my God ; M Soon as I know thy way My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. Verse 30, 14. £ I choose the path of heavenly truth. And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3. The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes ; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. Verse 59. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Q.3 2 1 Sincerity . Then turn my feet to thy commands. And trust thy pard'ning grace. Verse 94, 114. 5 Now am I thine, forever thine, O save thy servant Lord ! Thou ait my shield, my hiding place, My hope is in thy word. Verse 112. 6 Tiiou hast inclined this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil ; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. 210. Long Metre. From I. W Psalm 17. The sinner's portion and saints hope ; or, the heaven of separate souls a/id ttie re?ur>t.c! ion. 1 " " ORD, i am thine; but thou wilt prove M A My faith, my patience and my love; VVlien men of spiie against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie belotv ; Tis all the happiness they know, 'Xis all rhcy seek, they take their shares ; And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value, I resign ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine : 1 sh.tll'behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness* 4 This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to w iuc i\ i go, Hath joys substantial and sincere ; When shall I wake and find me there ? 5 O glorious hour ! O blest abode ! I shall be near and like my God ; And flesh and sin no more controul. Trust. .21* The sacred pleasures of the soul. My fle.-h sbaii slumber in the gtound, Till tiie last trumpet's joyful sound : Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. Trust* 211. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 286. Trust and confdence; or, looking btyond ■present 4p- pearancts. Heb. " iii, 17 , 18. J A WAY, my unbelieving fear \ jTjl Let fear in me no more take place • ' My Saviour doth not yet appear ; He hides the brightness of his face ; But shall I therefoie let him go, And basely to the tempter yield ? No, in the strength of Jesus, no ! 1 never will give up my shield, 2 Altho' the \ine its fruit deny, Altho' the olive yield no oil, The withering fig-tree droop and die. The field elude the tiller's toil ; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise, 3 Away, each unbelieving fear, Let fear to cheering hope give place ;, My Saxiour will at length appear, And show the brightness of his face ; Tbo' now my prospects all be crost P My blooming hopes cut offT see ; Stiil villi \ in my Jesus trust, 212 Trust, Whose boundless love can reach to- nrtev 4 Jii '' 'P<\ believing against hope, HjtiisVi mercy will I claim ; Kis gracious wore! shall hear me up, To seek salvation in his name ; Soon, my dear Saviour bring it nigh ! My soul shall then outstrip the wi«d, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. 212. Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm. 62. Nowers restrain ; His mighty arm their rage repe), And make their efforts vain. 3 Fear not rhe want of outward good. He will for his provide; Gr lit them supplies of daily food, \nd ^ive men-: heaven beside. 4 F:^r not that he will e'er forsake. Or leave his work undone ; He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son. 5 Feur not the terrors of the grave, Or death's tremendous sting ; He will from endless wrath preserve, To endless glory bring. S You in his wisdom, pow'r and grace, May confidently trust. His wisdom g-iides, his power protects, His grace rewards thejusr. 214. Short Metre. From Hymn 82. New Collection. The Gospel Pool. ES1DF the gospel pool, Appointed for the poor, From year to year my helpless soul b 1 215 7W*t Haa waited for a cure. 2 How often have I seen The healing waiers move, And many round mestepping hi, Their efficacy prove. 3 But my complaints ;emai n, I feel the very same : As ful! of guilt, and fear, ar.d psiaj As when at first I came, 4 O, would the Lord appear,. My maladies to heal ; He knows how long I've waited here And what distress I feel. 5 How often have I thought, Why should I longer try ? S&rely the mercies I have sought. Are not for such as I . 6 But whither shall I go f There is no other pool, Where streams of sovereign mercy fio.v. To make a sinner whole. 7 Here then from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and cry, Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, And suffer hirn to die ? d No, he is full of grace ; He never will permit The soul that fain would see his face To perish at his feet. 215. Tune Wester??. From J.R's.' Selection, Hymn 29TX I ivill trust and not be afraid. Isa. xii. % BEGONE unbelief, Mv Saviuur is near, Trust, Z& And for my relief Will surely appear : By prayet let me wrestle, And he u ill perform : With Christ in the vessel I'll smiie.t he storm. Though dark be my way, Since he is my guide, 'Tisinine to obey, 'Tis his to provide ; Though cisterns be broken, And creatures all fail, The word he has spoken Shall surely prevail. His love in time past, Forbids me to think He'll leave me at last In trouble to sink ; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure To help me quite through. Determin'd to save, He watch'd o'er my path, When Safari's blind slave, I sported with death. And can he have taught me To trust in his name, And thus far have bro't rhfc- To put me to shame ? Why should I complain Of Want or distress, Temptation or pain ? He told me no less : The heirs of salvation, 216 Wis&m. I know from his word, Through much tiibulatioa- Must follow their Lord. 6 How bitter that cup, No heart can conceive, Which he drank quite up r That sinners might live 1 His way was much rougher, And darker than mine ; Did Christ my Lord surfer, And shal I repine 1 7 Since all that I i leet Shall work for my good^ The bitter is sweet, The med'cine is food ; Though painful at present. 'Twill cease before lmg, And then, O how pleasant The conqueror's song ! Wisdom. 216. Long Metre. From J. ll's Selection, Hymn 29 L True wisdom* Prov. iii. 13 — 18. 1 TTAFPY the man who fiodsthe grace, jLjL The blessings of God's chosen race , The wisdom coming from above, And faith that sweetly works by love ! 2 Happy beyond description be, Who knows, " the Stviour dy'd for me." The gift unspeakable obtains, And heiveniy understanding gains. 3 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, An all her flowery paths are peace ; Zeal 217,218 Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross compar'd with her. 4 He finds, who wisdom apprehends, A life begun that never ends ; The tree of life divine she is, Set in the midst of paradise. 9 Happy the man who wisdom gains, In whose obedient heart she reigns ; He owns, and will forever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one. ZeaL 217. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn £93. Holy Zealand 'diligence. I "IHCTHILE carnal men with all their mighty \ f Earth's vanities pursue, How slow the advances which I make, With heav'n itself in view. 3 Inspire my soul with holy zeal ; Great God, my love inflame ; Religion without zeal and love, Is but an empty name, a To gain the top of Zion's hill, May I with fervor strive : And all these powers employ for thee Which I from thee derive ! 218. Long Metre, From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 48. The Christian race. Isa. xl. 28, 29, 30, 31 . i A WAKE pur souls (away our fears, / \ Let ev'ry trembling thought begone,) Awake and run the heav'nly race, Ani put a cjieerful courage on. 219 The Christian. 2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road. And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless povv'r, Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Gmi- souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop and die. 3 Swift a ,: an eagle cots the air, We'lljjiount aloft to thine abode; On wings of iove our souls shall fly > Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road. The Christian* 219. Long Metre. From J. R ? s. Selection, Hymn 294. The Christian uvakentd. . What must J do to be sav* ed ? jicts ix, 6". 1 "\\ J ITH melting heart and weeping eyes, T T My guilty soul for mercy cries ; What shall i do, or whither flee, T' escape that vengeance due to me \ 2 'Tift now, I saw no danger nigh ; I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die ; • Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, '* I shall have peace at last," I cry'd. 3 But when, great God, thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul of mifce. Then i beheld, with trembling awe a The terrors of thy holy law. The Christian. 220 4 Flow dreadful now my guilt appears, in childhood, youth and growing years ! Before thy pure, discerning; eye, Lord, what a filthifc. wretch am I ! 5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue, Death and destruction are my due ; Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, And bid a dying sinner live. 6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim §alvaiion free in Jesus' name ? To him I look and humbly cry, -" O save a wretch condemn'd to die I" 220. Tune Fevers ham. From-J. "R T s. Selection, Hymn 2pG. L,ongi)isf Tongue cannot unriddle the heavenly flame \ Alfa sure it" the to»$tie of angeis I had, The Chrblian. 225 I could not completely the mystery describe, * I love thee, Sec. 3 I am happy, I am happy, O i wond'rous ac- count, My joys are immortal, I stand on the mount; } gaze on my treasure and long- to be there, "With angels, my kindred, and Jesus my dear. I love thee, &c. 4. O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest, Thou art all my portion, my joy and my rest, Thy name is my theme, and thy love is my song, Thy charms do inspire my heart and my tongue. Hove thee, &c. b Thy fulness reveal, and thy promise fulfil a Protect and direct me to the heavenly hill, Where wrapt in thy arms, and then lost in thy charms, With angels transported, and free from all harms. I love thee, &c. 6 O who is like Jesus, he's Salem's bright King;. He smiles and he cheers me, and learns me to sing ; I'll praise him, I'll praise him with notes loud and shrill, When rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill. I love thee, &c. 225. Tune Christmas. From Hymn 4, New Collection. The Christians complaint of doubts and difficulties, 1 r a S HERE is a heaven in yonder skies, X A hr.aven where pleasure never dies, A heaven I sometimes hope to see, But fear again 'us not tor me : !2. r < The Christian. But Jesus, Jesus is my friem! : hallelujah, hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus is my friend. ! The way is difficult and strait, And narrow is the gospel gate ; Ten thousand dangers are therein, Ten thousand snares to take us in. But Jesus, Sec. t I travel through a world of woes, Through conflicts sore, my spirit goes ; The tempter cries, I ne'er shall stand, To reach fair Canaan's happy land. But Jesus, &c. , The way of danger I am in, Beset with devils, men, and sin ; But in this weary track I see, And mark'd with blood it seem'd to be. But Jesus, &c. > There are the footsteps of my Lord, There on the cross he bore my load ; Jt was that dark that doleful day, With streaming blood he mark'd the way- Sweet Jesus, Sec. > Come life, come death, come then what will; His foot-steps I will follow still ; Through dangers thick, and hellValarms, 1 shall be safe in Jesus' arms. Sweet Jesus, &c. Then, O my soul, arise and sing, Yonder's my Saviour, friend and king ; With pleasing smiles he now looks down, And cries, press on, and here's the crown, Sweet Jesus, Sec. i My flesh shall .slumber under ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise* The Christian. 226 And in my Saviour's image rise. Sweet Jesus, Sec. 226". Common Metre. From Hymn 6, New Collection. Good- netps to mourning souls. COME all vou longing Pilgrims, hear The joyful news Til tell, The Lord hath brought salvation near, To save my soul from hell ; 'Twas angels brought the tidings down^ To shepherds in the field, That God to man had sent his Son, A Saviour had reveal'd. Sing glory, honor to the Lord, Salvation to our King, Let all that's wash'd in Jesus' blood, His glorious praises sing. Come mourning and arnicted souls, Draw near to God in prayer, Where Christ his boundless love unfolds* He says he'll meet us there ; His gracious presence fills our souls, With songs of loudest praise, Let all who want their Saviour near. Their hearts and voices raise. Sing glory, Sec. There's glory, glory in my soul, It came from heaven above, Which makes me praise my God so bold* And his dear children love ; I'll serve the bleeding Lamb of God, I love his ways so well; And he his precious blood has spilt, To save my soul from hell. Sing glory, he. When weeping Mary came to seek, 227 The Chinrtwti. Her Lord with a perfume, The napkin and the sheet she found, There left within the tomb. An angel said, he is not here, He's risen from the dead, And streams of grace for sinners flow. As free as when he bled. All glory, glory to my King, He's now upon his throne. And bringing strangers home to God. And claims them for his own. 227. Tune Chrhlmas. From Hymn 15, New Collection, Ai Parting. 1 /""^^ft souls by love together knit, \Jr Cemented, mix'd in one ; One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'Tis heaven on earth begun ; Our hearts have burnt while Jesus spake, And glowed with sacred fire ; Hestop'd, and talk'd, and fed, andbless'd, And fill'd the enlarg'd desire. CHORUS. A Saviour let creation sing, A Saviour let all heaven ring ; He's God with us, we feel him ours,. His fulness in our soul he pours ; 'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er, We're joining them who are gone before, We soon shall meet to part no more H We're soldiers fighting for our God, Let trembling cowards fly ; We'll stand unshaken, firm and fix'd, With Christ to live and die. Let devils rage, and hell assail, We'll cut our passage through ; The Christian. 223* Let foes unite, and friends desert, We'll seize the crown in view. A Saviour, Sec. 3 The little cloud increases still, The heavens are big with rain ; We haste to catch the teeming showe-r, And all its moisture drain ; A rill, a stream, a torrent flows, Yet pours the mighty flood ; Oersweeps the nations, shakes the earth, Till all proclaim thee God. A Saviour, Sec. 4 And when thou mak'st thy jeAvels up, And set'st thy starry crown; When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, Proclaim' d by thee thine own ; May we, the little band of love^ We sinners sav'd by grace, From glory into glory chang'd; And see thee face to face. A Saviour, Sec. 223. Common Metre, From Hymn 18, New Collection, Comfort undtr afflictions* 1 /^IHPJST's own soft hands shall wipe th-s Vy tears, From every weeping eye ; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and feaf s. And death itself shall die. 2 1'ow long dear Saviour, O how long, Shall that brght hour delay ? Fly swiftly round ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. 3 Then my beloved take my soul Up to tbv blest abode ; ?2$ The Christian, That face to face I may behold, My Saviour and my God. 4 I long to go, then farewell woe, My soul shall be at rest, No more shall I complain or sigh,- But dwell on Jesus' breast. 5 Millions of years secure from fears, Shall pass in sweet repose, While beauties bright unto- my sight, Shall their blest scenes disclose. 229. Tunc Springfield. From Hymn 38, New Collection. The doubting Christian, 1 /^^ME all you mourning pilgrims, who V7 feel your need of Christ, Surrounded with temptations, and by the the world despis'd ! Attend to what I'll tell you, my exercise I'll shew, And then you may inform me if it's been so with you. 2 Long time I liv'd in darkness, nor saw my dangerous state ; And when I was enlighten'd I fear'd it was too late : A lost and helpless sinner, myself I plainly saw s Expos'd to God's displeasure, condemned by his law. 3 I thought the brute creation were better off than me — I spent my days In sorrow, no pleasure could . J see ; Through deep distress and anguish my Sa- viour led me on, The Ckrktia'a*. 2'^ 2eveal s d to me his favour when all my hopes were gone. 4 When first I was deiiver'd I scarcely could believe That e'er so vile a sinner a pardon could re- ceive ; And while his solemn praises were lowing from my tongue, My fears have oft suggested that still I might be wrong. 3 But when those fears were banish'd, then tears began to flow, To think so vile a sinner should be beloved so: I thought my trials over, and all my troubles gone> 'That peace, and joy, and pleasure, should be my lot alone. 6 But soon I found a warfare, which ofcen brings me low, •The world, the flesh, and Satan, they do be- set me so : Can one whoi^ a christian have such an hear* as mine ? I fear I never felt the effects of love divine, 7 And when I see young converts how swift they travel on ! How shining their example their witness like the sun ! How bold they speak for Jesus, how dear they love his name ! Though they are my delight they put my soul to shame. § I often find I'm backward to do my Master's £30 The Christian. Or else 1 want the glory of what I do fulfil : In duty I am weak, and alas ! J often find A hard deceitful heart, and a wretched wan- dering mind. 9 Sure others do not feel what is often felt by me, Such trials and temptations perhaps they never see ; For I'm the chief of sinners I freely own with Paul ; Or if I am a saint, sure I'm the least of all. 10 And now I have related what trials I have seen, Perhaps my brethren know what such sore temptations mean : I have told you of my conflicts, believe my friends it's true, And now you may inform me if it's been so with you ? 230. Long Metre. From Hymn 48, New Collection. A hymn fur young converts. 1 ~WT^^S converts first begin to sing \ J Their happy souls are on the wing, Their theme is all reedeeming love, Fain would they be with Christ above. 2 With admiration they behold, The love of Christ that can't be told, They view themselves upon the shore, And think the battle all is o'er. 3 They feel themselves quite free from'pain.. . And think their enemies are slain* They make no doubt but all is well, 4 And Satan is cast down to hell. They wonder why old saints don't sing, The Christian. 2. And make the hep.ver.ly arches ring i Ring with melodious joyful sound, Because a prodigal is found. .5 But 'tis not long before they feel Their feeble souls begin to reel, They think their foYmer hopes are vain 9 And they are bound in Satan's chain. 6 The morning that did shine so bright} Js turned to the shades of night ; Their harps that did with music ring, Are now untuned in ev'ry string. $ Oh ! foolish child why didst thou boast In the enlargement of thy coast ? Why dost thou think to fly away, Before thou leav'st this feeble clay ? S Come, take up arms and face the field. Come, gird on harness, sword and shield, Stand fast in faith, fight for your king, And soon the victory you shall win. .9 When Satan comes to tempt your minds, Then meet him with these blessed lines ; For Christ our Lord has swept the field, And we're determin'd not to yield. 231. Tunej4rgy?e. From Hymn ~2, New Collection. Christian under darkness. r *I TTOW tedious and tasteless the hours, 8 1 When Jesus no longer 1 see^ Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flbw'r Have lost all their sweetness to me. .>2 The mid-summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay ; .But when I am happy in him, December is pleasant as May. •3 His name yields the richest perfume ; 232 The Christian. And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my g'oom. A. id makes all within me reioice. * I should, were he always thus trigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so happy as I, My summer wouid last all the year. 5 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign ; No changes of season or place, Would make any change in my mind. 6 While bless' d with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear, And prisons would palaces prove, if Jesus would dwell with me there. 7 O Lord,, if indeed I am thine, And thou art my sun and my song, Say why do I languish and pine, And why is my winter so long ? 8 O drive those dark clouds from my sky* Thy soul cheering presence restore, Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more, 232. Common Metre. From Hymn 99, New Collection. A gracious God. 1 ~\/fY soul, arise in joyful lays, jv 8 Renounce this ea-thly clod, Tune all thy pow'rs to sweeiest praise; And sing, thy gracious God. SL When in my heart his heav'nly love He sweetly sheds abroad, How joyfully he makes me prove He is my gracious God. •^ When borne on faith's advent' rous win's The Christian* ^33 I mount to his abode Then, while I soar, I sweetly sing, He is my gracious God. 4 When Jesus to my sinful soul Applies his precious blood, To pardon, cleanse and make me whole, I sing, my gracious God. 5 In all my trials here below, I'll humbly kiss his rod, For this thro' grace I surely know, He's still my gracious God. 6 In all the ways thro' which I've pass'd ? And all the paths I've trod, It ever has appear *d at last He's still my gracious God. 7 When in my last departing hour I pas? thro* death's cold flood, Upheld by sovereign love and pow*r r I'll sing my gracious God. 8 But when he shall my spirit bring- To heav'n, my bless'd abode, There to eternity Til sing, Thou art my gracious God. 233. Long Metre. From Hymn 100. New Collection. Bevare lest thou- forget the Lord, Dent. vi. \o i TTEND, my soul, the sacred page. Let all its truths thy pow'rs engage ; And mark this passage on record, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. My sinful nature proves, indeed. That I this caution dailv need ; O may it in my heart be stord, Beware, lest thou forget rhe Lore. If hesrltV and wealth, ^tfJjoyifcWjnih 1.J4; The Christian. Andall my lower hopes are crown'd'; Then, O my soul, this truth regard, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord, 4 Or, if quite diff'rent scenes appear, An-d want and poverty are here ; And thou from earthly jars art barr'd, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 5 If in thee fierce temptations rage, Or hosts of hell thv soul engage, Then be thou mindful of this word, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. § Thro' all my pilgrimage below, Jn paths or comfort or of woe ! And when thou death's cold stream shall ford. Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 1 Look up, my soul, and onward press, Leaning on a'i-sufficient grace ; And come^what will, think on this word, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 254. Common Metre. From Hymii'103, New Collection; The sloxs traveller. 1 /*"\H ! happy soul, how fast you go, V-/ And leave me here behind ; Don't stop for, me for now I see The Lord is just and kind. 2 Go on, go on, my soul says go, And I'll come after you ; Tho* I'm behind, yet J can find, I'll sing hosanna too. 3 God give you strength that you may rtKJ, And keep your footsteps right : Tho' fast you go, and I so slow, You are not out of sight. 4 When you get to those worlds above, The Christian 23£ And ail their glories see ; When you get home your work is clone^ Then look you out for me. 5 For I will come fast as I can, Along the way I'll steer ; Lord give me strength, I shall at length* Be one amongst you there, 6 There altogether we shall be, Together we shall sing • Together w T e shall praise our God And everlasting King* 235. Long Metre. From Hymn 118, New Collection. Blessed are the pure in heart, &c. Matt. v. 8:- 1 TESUS, before thee I appear, J My earnest supplication hear ; fountain of every grace thou art, give me purity of heart. 2 The pure in heart thy lips havebless'd, They shall see God and in him rest J- This blessing, Lord, to rrre impart, A real purity of heart. 3 I hate, dear Lord, my inbred sin, It dwells, and oh, it works within, t 1 feel its deep envenom'd dart, Yeflong for purity of heart. 4 Let all my conduct be sincere ; Thy grace in heart and life appear •; Then heart and life shall ever be An unison of praise to thee. 5 Bring me, at last, by sovereign love* Safe to the blessed world above, There to possess the glorious par^ A perfect purity of heart. '236, Z37 Tht Christian. 23 o. Tune Springfield* From J. It's. Selection, Hymn 3-01, The Pilgrim's Song. » "Ty ISE my soul and stretch thy wings, X\. Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, T'wards heaven thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise my soul and haste away, To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending seeks the sun, Both speed them to their sourqe r ; Thus a soul new born of God Pants to view his glorious face. Upwards tends to his abode^ To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye p'll^rrms, cease to mourn ; Press onward to the prize ; Soon the Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies : Yet a season and you know Happy entrance will be gi^'n, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchang'd for heaven. 237. Tune Jubilee. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 304- The Christian's spiritual voyage, \ TESU^ at thy command, %3 1 launch into the deep ; And leave my native land, Where sin lulls all asleep ; For thee 1 would the world resign. The Christian. 238 And sail to heaven with t-hee and thine". Thou art my pilot wise : My compass is thy word : My soul each storm defies, While 1 have such a Lord I I trust thy faithfulness and power To save me in the trying hour, Tho' rocks and quicksands deep Thro' all my passage lie ; Yet Christ will safely keep, And guide me with his eye : My anchor hope shall firm abide, And I each boisterous storm outride, By faith I see the land, The port of endless rest : My soul thy sails expand* And fly to Jesus* breast I O may I reach the hea\enly shore, Where winds and waves distress no mote - Whene'er beealm'd 1 He, And storms forbear to toss ; Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh, Lest I should suffer loss-: For more the treacherous calm I dread/ Than tempests bursting o'er my head/ Come Holy Ghost, and blow A prosperous gale of grace, Waft me from all below, To heaven, my destin'd place I Then in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world and sin behind, 238. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 320. Watchfulness and prayer. Mut. xxvi, 41* ALAS, what hourly dangers rise I What snares beset ray way !, 23p The Christian. To heaven O let me lift my eyee, And hourly watch and pray. c i How oft my mournful thou £; h t s complain , And melt in flowing tears ! My weak resistance, ah, how vain! How strong my foes and fears. 3 O gracious God, in whom I lite, My feeble efforts aid ; Help me to watch, and pray, and strive., Tho' trembling and afraid. 4 IriCiease my faith, increase my hope, When foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up, Or soon my strengtli will fail. 15 Whene'er temptations fnght my hejyj,. Or lure my feet aside, My God, thy powerful aid impart, My guardian and my guide. f) O keep me in thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee ; And let me never, never stray From happiness and thee. 239. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 3&3. Rising to God. 1 "T^TOW let our souls, on wings sublime, Jl^I Rise from the vanities of time ; Draw back the parting veil, and see The glories of eternity 2 Born by a new celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth, r Why grasp at transitory, toys, So near to heaven'^ eternal joys ? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road. When we are waik'fns back to God f The Christian 240 For strangers into life we come r And dying is but going home. Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large j Unbinds our chaias, breaks up our cell^ And gives us with our God to dwell. To dwell with God, to feel his love Is the full heaven enjoy'd above ; And the sweet expectation now Is the young dawn of heaven below. 240. Common Metre. From J. R*s. Selection, Hymn 328. The Christian farrior, animated and crowned. Rev, li. 10. HMXK ! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice From his triumphant seat ; 'Midst all the war's tumultuous noise, How powerful and how sweet 1 *' Fight on, my faithful baad," he cries, 4i Nor fear the mortal blow : Who first in such a warfare dies, Shall speediest victory know, lhave my days of combat known, And in the dust was laid ; But thence I mounted to my throne^ And glory crowns my head. That throne, that glory, you shall share t - My hands the crown shall give ; And you the sparkling honors wear, While God himself shall live." Lord, 'tis enough our souls are fir'J With courage and with love; Vain are the assaults of earth and hell, Our hopes are nVJ above..- 2^ , 242. Worship, Worship. Private worship, 241 . Long- Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 122. Retirement and ?neditation. 1 1\/1"Y God, permit me not to be 1 T 1 A stranger to myself and thee ! Amidst a thousand thoughts I jove, Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passion mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth ? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go l 3 Call me away from flesh and sense, One sov'reign word can draw me thence ; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth with ali her scenes withdsavvn i Let noi^e and vanity begone : In secret silence of the mind, My heav'n, and there my God I find. 242. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn, 330. Reading the Scriptures. 1 ^"""1 REAT God, oppress' d with grief and IjT fear I take thy book, and hope to find Some gracious word of promise there, To sooth the sorrows of my mind : 2 I turn the sacred volume o'er, And search with care from page to page ; Of threatninrjs find an ample store, But nought that can my grief assuage. 3 And is there nought ? forbid dear Lord, So base a thought should e'er, arise ; <& Private Worship. 243 I'll search again, and while I search, may the scales fall off mine eyes ! 4 'Tis done, and with transporting joy, 1 read the heav'n inspir'd lines ; There mercy spreads its brightest beams, And truth with dazzling lustre shines. 5 Her's heavenly food for hungry souls, And mines of gold to enrich the poor ; Here's healing balm for every wound, A salve for every festering sore. 243. Long Metre. From J. R's, Selection, Hymn SSi, Self examination. Gal. iv. 19, 20. 2 "T~WTHAT strange perplexities arise I y y What anxious fears and jealousies ? What crowds in doubtful light appear I How few, alas, approv'd and clear ! 2 And what am I ? My soul awake, - And an impartial survey" take : Does no dark sign no ground of fear, In practice or in heart appear ? 3 What image does my spirit bear ? Is Jesus form'd and living there ? Say, do his lineaments divine In thought, and word, and action shiner 4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still ; The secrets of my soul reveal ; My fears remove, let me appear To God, and my own conscience clear. 5v Scatter the clouds, which o'er my head Thick glooms of dubious terrors spread^ Lead me into celestial day, And to myself, myself display. 6 May I at that bless' d world arive, Where Christ through all my soul shall livc> T 244, 24£ family Worship, And give futl proof that he is there, Without one gloomy doubt or fear ! Family worship. 244. Common Metre. From J. K*s. Selection, Hymn 333, Gainer to a new habitation. 1 £~~^i REATGod, where'er we pitch our tenf, \JT X-ct us an altar raise ; And there with humble frame present Our sacrifice of praise. 2 To rhee we give our health and strength, While health and strength shall last, For future mercies humbly trust, Nor e'er forget the past. 24 o. Common Metre. From 1. W. Book 1, Hymn IS 6. Sincerity anil hypocrisy; or, formality vt n'orshin* John iv. 24. Psalm exxxix. 23, 24. J /^i OD is a spirit, just and wise, \_3T He sees our inmost mind : ]n vain to heaven we raise our cries And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne, With honor can appear : The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 9 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground : But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts and try my ways,. And make my soul sincete ; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. Family Worship, . 246", 247 246. Short Metre. From Hymn 70, New Collection. Jin evening hymn. 1 fYlHE day is past and gone, M. The evening shades appear ; <■) may we all remember well The night of death draws near, 2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beJs to rest ; So death will soon disrobe ns all, Of what we here possess. 3 Lord keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears ; May angels guard us while we sleep, 'Til morning light appears. 4 And if we early rise, And view th' unweary'd sun, May we set out to win the prize, And after glory run. 5 And when our days are past, And we from time remove, may we in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love. 247. Common Metre. From I. W.Psal. 4. An evening Psalm, 1 TT ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pf?ry ; m J I am forever thine ; 1 fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while J rest my weary head, From cares and business free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; 248, 249 Family Worship. And when my work is dene, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy gace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep : Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. 248. Tune Ncv-Milford. From Hymn 73, Now Collection. A 7noming hymn. I VTO'Vthe shades of night are gone, X\ Now the morning light is come; Lard wt would be thine to-day, Drive the shades of sin away, •& Make our souls as noon-day clear, Banish ev'ry doubt and fear ; In thy vineyard, Lord, to*day. We would labour — we would pray. -3 Keep our haughty passions bound, Rising up and sitting down, Going out and coming in, Keep us safe from ev'iy sin. 4 When our work of life is past, O ! receive us then at last i Labour then will all be o'er, Nighr of sin will be no more. 249. Tune Neiv-Milfurd. From Hymn 90, New Collection The Christian salutation. !: .1 TJEACE be unto this house, jL The Son of peace draw near ; But has my Master's Son A tabernacle here ? If so, then I will hear remain, If net, adieu, I'll go again. Family Worship, 250 2 My Master sent me here, His Son a bride to find, If to him you appear, If to him you are kind ; If so, come go with me to-day? If not I'll go another way. 3 Led, send thy spirit forth, Incline the bear* also ; Lord, grant Rebecca's voice, 1 with the man will go ; 'Twould make thy servants all rejoice,, To hear one speak with such a voice. 250. Short Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 336. Prayer for infants ; or, children, day by day gtt- en to God, 1 £~^ RE AT God, now condescend, V_X To bless our rising race ; p Soon may their willing spirits bend To thy victorious grace ! 2 O what a vast delight Their happiness to see? Our warmest wishes all unite,, To lead their souls to thee. £ Dear Lord, thy spirit pour Upon our infant seed, O bring the long'd-for happy hour That makes them thine indeed. 4 May they receive thy word, Confess the Saviour's name, Then follow their despised Lord, Thro' the baptismal stream. 5 Thus let cor favor' d race Surround thy sacred board, There to adore thy sovereign grace ? And sing their dying Lord. o T " 251 Public Worship Public worship., - 25 1 . Tune Nev-Milford. From J. ITs. SeFection, Hymn 33,8. On opening a place of worship. < i FN sweet exalted strains JL The King of glory praise; O'er heaven and earth he reigns, Thro' everlasting days ; He, with a nod, the world controls Sustains or sinks the distant poles. 5 To earth he bends his throne, His throne of grace divine ; Wide is his bounty known, And wide his glories shine : Fair Salem, still his chosen rest, Is with his smiles and presence blest. 3 Then, King of glory come, And with thy favour crown 'This temple as thy dome, This temple as thy own : Beneath this roof, O deign to show, How God can dwell with men below*. At Here, may thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend All fragrant to the skies : Here may ihy word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. 5 Here may th* attentive throng Imbibe thy truth and love, And converts join the song Of seraphims above ; % And willing crowds surround thy boar^ With 6acred joy and sweet accord, Public Worship, 25i £ Here, may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise, And shine like polish 'd stones, Thro' long succeeding days ; Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore. 252. Common Metre. From I. W. Psal.,122, Going 'to Church. I TT J"OW did my heart rejoice to he*a? JLjL My friends devoutly say, ** Jn Zion let us all appear And keep the solemn day." 9, I love her gates, I love the road ; The church adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts with joy unknown The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds his throne And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints ; And while his awful voice Divides the smners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest I With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest ! 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigntt 253, 354 Public Worship. 253. Short Metres From J. R's Selection, Hymn $4*, The pleasures of social worship. I "~H~ OW charming is the place, JL jL Where my Redeemer God Unveils the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad ! 2. Not the fair palaces To which the great resort, Are once to be compar'd with thi?> Where Jesus holds his court. 3 Here on the mercy seat, With radiant glory crownM Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 4 To him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents ; He listens to their broken sighs* And grant? them all their want?:. 5 To them his sovereign will He graciously imparts : And in return accepts with smile?, The tribute of their hearts. 6 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. 254. Tune Newark. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 342. The excellency of public worship. 1 T ORD of hosts, how lovely fair, JLJL K'en on earth, thy temples are ; Yiete thy waiting people see Mach of heaven and much of thee, 9 From thy gracious presence flows. Public Worship, £&5 BHss that softens all our woes ! While thy spirit's holy fire Warms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here we supplicate thy throne, Here thou mak'st thy glories known ; Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love and sing thy praise; 4 Thus with festive songs of joy We our happy lives employ ; Love and long to love thee more, 'TilJ from earth to heav*n we soar. 255. Short Metre. From J. W. Psalm 48, Part 2. The' beauty of the. church ; or, gospel worship atid order. 1 "MjIAR as thy name is known J§j The world declares thy praise ; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne Their songs of honor raise. 2 With joy thy people stand On Zion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy ground, And mark the building well. 4 The orders of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs the solemn vow's, And make a fair report. 5 How decent and haw wise ! How glorious to behold ! Beyond the pomp that charms the eye?, And rkes adorn'd with solcf: 256 Public Wonhip* G The God we worship now Wiii guide us till we die ; Will be our God while here below- And ours above the sky. 256*. Long Metre. From I. \V. Psal. 84, Part 1. The plcasttrts of public isorhhip. « TjOW pleasant, how divinely fair, J~JL. O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th* assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode ; My panting heart cnes out for God ; My God ! my Kiwg ! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee. 3 The sparrow chooses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest ; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want. • 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne above the sky ; Thy briglites glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temples of thy grace ; There to behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. b Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Sion's gate : G.v-i »s their strength ; and thro* the road They lean «ipon their helper, God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. , Public Worship. 237, 258 257. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 15. The enjoyment of Christ ; or, delight in worship. FAR from my thoughts, vaiii world be- gone, Let my religious hours alone ; Fain would my eyes my Saviour see, I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. • My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus from above, And feed my soul with heav'nly love, [The trees of life immortal stand In beauteous rows at thy right hand, And in sweet murmurs by their side s Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. ; Haste then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace : Bring down a taste of truth divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine .] Biess'd Jesus, what delicious fare, How sweet thy entertainments are 1 Never did angels taste above- Redeeming grace, and dying love. \ Hail, great Immanuel, all divine I Jn thee thy Father's glories shine ; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, That eyes have seen, or angels known. 258. Short Metre. From J. It's. Selection, Hymn 345, -Forms vain without religion. ALMIGHTY maker God ! How wond'rous is thy name ! . Thy glories how diffus*d abroad Thro* the creation's frame * 3£9 Lord? s-fi ail, 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, Aud finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise, $ My soul would rise and sing Toher Creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in. ? And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain ; This wretched heart will ne'er betrue # Until k tis form'da^ain. * 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God my soul ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Lords-Day. 259. Common Metre.. From I. W. Psalm. 5. For the hor(Cs-day morning. 1 T ORD, in the morning thou shall hear 1 A My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. % Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. Lord's Day. 260 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. But to thy house will I resort, i. To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. O may thy spirit giiide my feet. In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty strait, And plain before my face. 2&0. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 63, Part 1 . The morning of a Lord's day. EARLY, my God, without delay* I haste to seek thy face ; . My thirsty ?pirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. So pilgrims on the scorching sand Beneath a burning sky, Loner for a cooling stream at hand. And they must drink or die. I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r Thro' all thy temple shine ; My God, repeat that heav'nly hour, That vision so divine. Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. Not life itself with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice. As thy ilrgiving love. 261,262 Lord's Daj,. 6 T rjs till my last expiring day j'il bkss my God and King :- Xflus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. 261. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 118, Part 4. Hosannah, the Lord's day ; or, Christ's restirrtC* tion, and cur salvation. ! w | ^HlSis the day the Lord hath made, JL He calls the hours his own ; Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad. And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he roseand left the dead ; And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints hia triumph spread. And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosannah to the annointed King, To David's holy Son, Help us, O Lord, descend and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Bkstbe the Lord, who comes to man With messages of grace : Who come* in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. 5 Hosannah in the highest strains The church on earth can raise ; The highest heav\>s, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. 262. Short Metre. From I. W. Psul. 11 &. An hosannah for the Lord's daij ; or, a Jtep song of salvation by Christ 1 nV.E what a living Stone J5 The builders did refuse : ,, "Yet God hath kuilt his chuicli'tbcrccn , Lord's Day. 'SSS In spite of envious Jews. ic The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son ; Yet on this rock shall Siontest, As the chief corner stone. 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wond'ious in our eyes •; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. 4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer tnade-4 Let us rejoice and sing and pray., Let all the church be. glad. 5 Hosamiah t© the King Of David's royal blood : Bless him, ye -saints, he comes to bring Salvation from your God. '£ We bless thine hoi-y word Which all this grace displays; Arid offer on thine altar, JJord, Out sacrifice of praise. 263. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 14. The Lord 1 s day ; or ', delight in ordinance 1 X7TTELCOME, sweet day of rest, V V That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The king himself comes neai% And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit and see him here* And love, and praise, and pray,. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath beefi> Is sweeter tiun ten thousand days 264 Lord's Dny. Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herselt away, To everlasting bliss. 264. Short Metre. From Hymn lb", New Collection.-* Before preaching . 1 DE with me, Lord to-day, JLj And heaven iy strength afford ; Teach me love, to watch and pray, And preach thy glorious word. 2 Inflame my soul with love, Inspire my tongue of clay ; May the good spirit fiom above, Be shed abroad to-day. 3 Paul here might plant in vain, Appollos work for nought ; Except thy grace like showers of rain % Should water what they brought, 4 May sinners hear thy word, And taste the promis'd grace ; O send thy power and truth abroad;- Bring in the chosen race. 5 Say to the north give up, Nor dare keep back, O south ; Ye nations fly to Zion's gate, And hearken to their voice. fi May Turks and Pagans hear, And Jews ob-y thy word : That all the nations far and near. May trust and praise the Lord. Lord's Day. .«$$ 265. Common Metre. !*rom Hymn 5:3, New Collection." The Lord's day. 1 TJTAIL glorious day, when from the ckajl AJL My blest Redeemer rose ; Bruis'd the old serpent on his head, And vanquish'd all his foes. 2 God's temple gates now open stand,. To give me entrance in ; Whilst my Redemer is at 'hand, To answer for my sin. 3 There I may hear his saving word* And see his smiling face ; Join in the triumphs of my Lord* And praise his saving grace. % There may 1 learn his blessed wiiJ, The way to heav'nly rest ; And by his grace acquit e the skilJ, To to rnn the heavenly race. 5 His kind influence on my heart, The heavenly dove will pour ; He'll life, and light, and joy impart, And teach me to adore. 5 He'll kindle up an heav'nly fire, And make devotion glow ; ,. Teach my affections to aspire, And leave the things below. f Delightful day 1 but quickly gone, Soon are thy visits o'er ; When will my Sabbath be begun, _. And never end no more Z Z.'* 26S Lord's Day'. 266. Tune \36 Psalm. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 349 1 A W AKE, our drowsy souls, 2~\_ Shake off each slothful band, The wonders of this day Our noblest son»s demand. -Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays, Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise. 2 At thv approaching dawn, Reluctant death resigned, The glorious prince of life, Its dark domains confin'd : 111' angelic hosts around him bends, And 'midst their shouts the God ascends,- 3 Ail hail, triumphant- Lord, Heaven with hosannahs rings ; While earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings : Worthy art thou who once was slain, Thro' endless years to live and reign, 4 Gitd on, great God, thy sword, Ascend thy conquering car, Whilejustice, truth and love, » Maintain the glorious war : Victorious thou, thy foes shall tread, And sin and hell in triumph lead. 5 Make bare thy potent arm, And wing th' unerring dart, With salutary pangs, To eai h rebellious heart ;' Then dying souls for life shalfsue, Numerous us drops of morning dew* Lo r d\ Da,'. 267, 258 267. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 352. The eternal Sabbath, Heb. iv. 9. 1 f I THINE eaithly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, f 1 Bat there's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress ; Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place ; No groans to mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging ibes ; No cares to break their long repose ; No midr.ight shade, no clouded sun. But sacred, high, eternal noon. .4 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our labouring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 268. Long Metre. From J. W. Psalm 92, Part 1, A psalm for the Lord's day. 1 QWEET is the work, my God, my King"? O To piaise thy name give thanks and sing ? To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy*truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, Mo mortal care shall seize my breast, O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works and bless his word, Thy works of grace how bright they shine 1 How deep thy councils ! how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; 26$ Before Prayer. Like brutes they live, like brutes they die Like grass they flourish, till thy breath, Blasts them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refin'd my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil to cheer my head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more*; " My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Safari break my peace again. ? Then shall I see, and hear, and know* All I desir'd or wisji'd below : And ev'ry power find sweet employ T n that eternal world of joy* Before Prayer. 269. Common Metre. From Hymn 93, New Collection. At the meeting of Friends. 1 "Y^KTELL met, dear friends, in Jesus* name,, f J Come let us now rejoice, While we our Sawour's praise proclaim, With cheerful hearts and voice. 2 But O ! dear Jesus, Lamb of God, Send down the heavn'ly dove, His graces to diffuse abroad. To warm our hearts with love. Z In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, Except thy face we see ; Thy presence makes a heav'n most sweet. Whene'er we meet with thee. 4 A dangeon shews a heav'nly dawn. Before Prayer, 270 When there with thee we dwell ; But when thy presence is withdrawn, A palace proves a hell. Then O I dear Jesus, condescend To meet us with a smile ; Thy spirit's quick'ning infl'nce send, And cleanse our hearts from guile. That at the close each one may say, U We meet not here in vain ; For we have tasted heav'n to-day, Nor could we more contain." 270. Short Metre. From I. W. Psalm 62? Seeking God. MY God, permit my tongue This joy to call thee mine : And let my. early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. My thirsty fainting sou! Thy mercy does implore : Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy pow'r and glory to behold, And feel thy quick'ning grace,. For life without thy love No relish can afford ; No joy can be compard with ♦•his. To serve and praise the Lord, To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live ; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. in wakeful hours of ni^ht. 2fl, Br fore Pi-aj/c; I call my God to mind ; I think how wise thy councils art. And all thy dealings kind. 7 Since thou Last been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence, My cheerful hope relies. 8 The shadow of tiiy wings, My soul in safety keeps : I follow where my Father leads, And he supports ray steps. 271. Common Metre. From J. W. Psalm 27, Part. 3* Prayer and hope. 1 O^ON as 1 heard my Father say, £3 " Ye children, seek my grace," My heart reply'd without delay, " Til seek my Father's face." 3 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away ; God of my life, Illy to thee In a distressing day. 3 Should fnends and kindred near and de^ Leave me to want or die, My God wUl make my life his care, And all my need supply. 4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief, Had not my soul believ'd, To see thy grace provide relief, Nor was my hope deceiv'd. J Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, And keep your courage up ; He'll raise your spirit when it faint % r And far exceed your hope. Before Fray*. 272 272. Common Metre. From T. W. Tsalm 56. deliverance from oppression and falsehood : cf , God's care of his people, in answer to faith end prayer. OTHOU whose justice reigns on high? And makes th* oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. ^ The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord : But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word. In God most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust ; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. i They wrest my words to mischief stilly Charge me with unknown faults ; For mischiefs all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts. i Shall they escape without thy frown ? Must their devices stand ? Oh cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand ! PAUSE. i God sees the sorrows of his saints* Their groans affect his ears ; Thy mercy counts my just complaints*. And numbers all my tears. When to thy throne I raise my cry. The wicked fear and flee : So swift is pray'r to reach the sky? So near is God to me, I In thee, most holy, just, and true* 273 Before Prayer^ I have repos'd my trust ; Nov will I fear what man do, The offspring 'of the dust. 9 Thy solemn vows are on me Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise ; 1*11 sing, " how faithful is thy word ! How righteous all thy ways I" 10 Thou hast secured my soul from death } Oh set thy pris'ner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be empioy'd for thee. 273. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 353. Exhortation to prayer. 1 "¥~^THAT various hindrances we meet \ J Jn coming to a mercy seat ! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there ? 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob- saw ; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the christian's armour bright And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees, 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide Success was found on Israel's side ; But when through weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd. 5 Have you no words ? ah, think again, Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. 6 Were half the breath that vainly spent, Before Pra?/er. 487" To heaven in supplication sent ; Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, iv Hear what the Lord has done for 11164" 274. Tune Feve'rs/i4m. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 354. T trill not let thee go except thou bless me. Gelk xxxii. 26. I TT ORD, I cannot let thee go, 1 4 Till a blessing thou bestow ; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent pressing case. Dost thou ask me who I am ? Ah ! my Lord, thou know'st my name I Yet the question gives a plea, To support my suit with thee. Thou didst once a wretch behold, In rebellion blindly bold, Scorn thy grace, thy power defv, That poor 'rebel j Lord, was L Once a sinner near despair Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer ; Mercy heard and set him free, Lord, that mercy came to me. Many days have pass'd since then. Many changes I have seen ; Yet have been upheld till now, Who could hold me up but thou ? Thou hast help'd in every need, This emboldens me to plead : After so rnucb^mercy past, Canst thou let me sink at last ? No.... I must maintain my hold, *Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; I can no denial lake, When I rflead for-J^sus* sake, v 275, 276 BefirS Vrmjtt. 275. Common Metre, From J. li's. Selection, Hymn 3 5b. The successful re* re.. I <&iit froin unto the King Esther iv. 1 6. I ^lOME, humble sinner, in whose breast V^ A thousand thoughts revolve, Come with your guilt and fear opprest,- And make this last resolve. 0, <( I'll go to Jesus, tho' my sin Hath like a mountain rose; I know his courts, I'll enter in, AVhatevev may oppose. 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne. And there my guilt confess; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 Til to the gracious King approach, Whose sceptre pardon gives, Perhaps he may command my touch* And then the suppliant lives. 5 Perhaps he will admit my plea> Perhaps will hear my prayer ; But if 1 perish I will pray And perish only there. 6 I can but perish if I go, I am resolv'd to try , For if I stay away 1 know I must forever die." 276. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 357- Holi/ boldness. I SPRINKLED with reconciling blood, £3 1 dare approach thy throre, O God : Thy face no frowning aspect wears, Thy hand no vengeful thund c* bears ! Tiv incircling rainbow, peaceful sign I Doth with refulgent brightness shine : And whiie my fakh beholds it near, I bid farewell to every fear. If 3 Let me my grateful homage pay ; With courage sing, with fervor pray % And tho' myself a wretch undone, Hope for acceptance thro' thy Son.... Thy Son, who on the accursed tree, Expir'd to set the vilest free ; On this I build my only claim, And all I ask is in his name. 277. Common Metre, From I. W. Psalm f)5. A psalm btfort prayer. ING to the Lord Jehovah's name. And in his strength rejoice ; When his salvation is our theme. Exalted be our voice With thanks approach his awful sight? And psalms of honour sing ; The Lord's a God of boundless mighty The whole creation's King. Let princes hear, let angels know, How mean their natures seem* Those gods on high and gods below^ VVheia oncecompar'd with Him. I v vith its caverns dark and deep* Lies :n his spacious hand; He fist the seas what bounds to keep, here the hills must stand. Coi n< with humble souls adore, - e kneel before his face ; @ "■ fcabe creatures of his powV Be childrea of his grace \ s 278 Before Sermon. 6 Now is t$e time he bends his ear. And waits for your request ; ? Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear, " Ye shall not see my rest." Before Sermon. 27 8. Short Metre. From I. W. Psalm. 95. A psalm before sermon, 1 ^lOME, sound his praise his abroad* \_y And hymns of glory sing :* Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown '%■. He gave the sees their bound ; The wat'ry worlds are all bis own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works and not our own : He form'd us by his word, 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 5 But if your ears refuse The language of his grace, And hearts grow hard like stubborn JewSj That unbelieving race : $ The Lord in veng'ance drest Will lift his hand, and swear, " You that despis'd my promis'd res& Shall have no portion there.*' Bi fore Sermon. , 279, 280 27Q. Long Metre. From J, R's. Selection, Hymn 359. To be sung between prayer and sermon. Matt. xviii. 20. ~Wlj[7 HERE two or three with sweet accord ff Obedient to their sovereign Lord Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn prayer*and praise ; * There," says the Saviour, " will I be, Amid this little company ; To them unveil my smiling face, And shed my glories round the place." We meet at thy command, dear Lord, Relying on thy faithful word : Now send thy Spirit from above, Now fill our hearts with heavenly love. 230. Tune Newark* From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 3 S3, A blessing humbly requested, LORD we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow, O 1 do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? In thy own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay, Lord, from hence we would not go 3 Till a blessing thou bestow. Send some message from thy word,. That may joy and peace afford ; Let thy spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. . Grant that ail may seek and find Thee a God, supremely kind ; Heal the sick, the captive free* Let us all rejoke. in thee. v2 Il 281, 282 BffureSenmtU 281. Long Metre. From J- It's Selection Hymn 366. ■Casting the Gospel-net. Luke v. 5. John xxvi 1 "l^TOVV while the gospel-net is cast, J^l Do thou, O Lord, the effort own ; From numerous disappointments past. Teach us to hope in thee alone. 2 May this be a much favour'd hour, To souls in Satan's bondage led ; O clothe thy word with sovereign power, To break the rocks and raise the dead ! 3 To mourners speak a cheering word, } On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine ; Let poor backsliders be restcr'd. And all thy saints in praises join. 4 [O hear our our prayer, and give us hope ; That when thy voice shall call us home, Thou still wilt raise a people up To love and praise thee in our room."; 282. Short Metre. From J.R's Selection, Hymn 36/. He beheld the city and wept over it. John xixj 42 ! "J~"\iD Christ o'er sinners weep ? _U And shall our cheeks be dry f Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears, v ■ Angels with wonder see ! Be thou astonish'd, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept that we might weep, Each sin demands a tear : In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. Before Sermon. 28 S , 28 4 283. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 370. The Kingdom Come. Matt„vi. 10, ASCEND thy throne, almighty King? And spread thy glories all abroad ; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. Let millions bow before thy seat, Let.humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdu'd by thy victorious grace. » O let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; Let saints and angels praise thy name » Be thou thro" heaven and earth ador'd. 284. Long Metre. From I. W. BookS, Hymn 144. The effusion of the Spirit ; or, the success of the gusoel. GREAT was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met ; Whilst on their heads the spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. W r hat gifts, what miracles he gave ! And pow'rto heal, and pow'r to save i Furnish'd their tongues with woiW'rbus words Instead of shields, and spears, and swords* Thus arm'd he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north ; Go 1 and assert your Saviour's cause ; Go 1 spread the myst'ry of his cross. 4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they are, To make our stubborn passions bow. 35 A/Jer &tr?noa. And hy the proudest rebel low ! 3 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by these heavenly arms subdu'd : While Satan rages at his loss, And hates the doctrine of the cross. 6 Great King of grace, my heart subdue I would be led in triumph too, A willing captive to my Lord, And sing the vict'ries of his word, After Sennofi. 285. Common Metre. From I. W. Book I, Hymn 62. €hrist Jesus the Lamb of God worshipped by .2ti? the creation. Rev. v. 11, 12, 13. 1 /^OME let us join our cheerful songs, \^J With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues. But all their joys are one. % Worthy the Lamb that dy'd they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb our lips reply, For he was slain for us. . 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine : And blessings more than we can give, Be Lord, forever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky ? And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5^ The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the th/ene^ Atad t« adore the Lamb. After Sermon. 286, 287, 288 2 $6. Common Metre. From J.R's. Selection, Hymn 372. The parable of 1 he sower.. Matt. xiii. 3. ...23. NOW, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown, Be it thy servants care Thy heavenly blessing to bring down, By humble fervent prayer. In vain we plant without thine aid, And water too in vain ; Lord of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heavenly rain. Then shall our cheerful hearts and tongues , Begin this song divine ; *' Thou, Lord, hast given the rich increase,, And be the glory thiiie." 237. Long Metre. From J. Pi's Selection, Hymn 374. The spread of the gospel. Matt. vi. 10. 1 J I \0 distant lands thy gospel send, JL And thus thy empire wide extend :. To Gentile, Turk, and stubborn Jew, Thou King of grace ! salvation shew. Where'er thy sun, or light arise, Thy name, O God ! immortalize : May nations yet unborn confess, Thy wisdom, power, and righteousness^ 288. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 376. Now is the accepted time. i /^fOME guilty souls and flee away V^ To Christ, and heal your wouads ; This is the welcome gospel day, Wherein free grace abounds. 2 v God lov'd the church and gave his Son To drink the'-cup of wrath : ^9,290 After Sermon. And Jesus says he'U cast out none That come to him by faith. 239. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn $77. Acceptance through Christ alone. John xiv.H ■1 TJOVV shall the sons of men appear, JL A Great God, before thine awful bar ! How may the guilty hope to find Acceptance with the eternal mind ? 2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries, Not the most costly sacrifice, Not infant blood profusely spilt, . Will expiate a sinner's guilt! 3 Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine a^one, Hath sovereign virtue to atone : Here we will rest our only plea When we approach, great God, tothe,e ; 290. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 580. Felix trembling. Acts xxiv. 24, 25. 1 £J EE Felix cloth'd with pomp and power- J5 See his resplendent bride Attend to hear a prisoner preach The Saviour crucify 'd, 5 He w^ll describes who Jesus was, His glories and his love, How he obey'd and bled below, And reigns and pleads above. 3 Felix up starts and trembling cries^ " Go for this time away ; I'll hear thee on these points aga^n On some convenient day." 4 Attention to the words of life Let Felix thus adjourn ; Lord let us make these solemn. truths, £ur first and last concera. After Sermon. 29 1, 2$% 293 291 • Common Metre. From J, Rs, Selection, Hymn Sfrfr. Christ the burden of the song. THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lau*b, We love to hear of thee ; No music like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O let us ever hear thy voice ; In mercy to us speak, And in our priest we will rejeice 3 Thou great Melchisedec. J Our Jesus shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay, We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name, When all things else decay : I When we appear in yonder cloudj With all thy favor'd throng, Then will we sing more sweet, more louc 5 .And Christ shall be our song. 29$. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 388. At Dismission. 1 I DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord* 1 3 Help us to feed upon thy word, Ail that has been amiss forgive, And let thy truth within us live * 2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good Wash all our works in .Jesus' bloody Give every fetter 4 d soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 23 3. Tune Conquest. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 3.89. The same. I ' ' ORD dismiss us with thy blessing, JLi Fill o.ur hearts with joy and peace,; 294 After Sermon. Let us each thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace O refresh us ! Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, ' For thy gospel's joyful sound, May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May thy presence With us evermore be found ! 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away ; Borne on angel's wings to heaven. Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay, May we ready, I^jse and reign in endless day I 294. Tune Invitation From Hymn 42, New Collection. At Parting. 1 TESUS grant us all a blessing, %J Send it down, Lord, from above May we all go home a praying, And rejoicing in thy love ; Farewell brethren, farewell sisters. Till we all shall meet again. 2 Jesus, pardon all our follies, Since together we have been ; Make us humble, make us holy, Cleanse us all from every sin ; Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, Till we all shall meet above. 3 May thy blessing. Lord, go mt^i U& To each one's respective horaej And the presence of our Jesus Rest upon us every one • The World, 2.95, 2p6 ". brethren, farewell sisters, all shall meet at home. The World. 295. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 399. Vanity of the world. Psalm iv. 6, IN vain the giddy world enquires, Forgetful of their God, " Who will supply our vast desires^ Or shew us any good ?" : Thro* the wide circuit of the earth Their eager wishes rove, In chace of honor, wealth, and mirth, The phantoms of their love. : But oft these shadowy joys elude Their most intense pursuit ; Or if they seize the fancied good. There's poison in the fruit. Lord, from this world call off my love Set my affections right ; Bid me aspire to joys above, And walk no more by sight. O let the glories of thy face Upon my bosom shine ; Assur'd of thy forgiving grace, My joys will be divine. 296. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 164. The end of the ivorid. WHY should this earth delight us so ? Why should we fix our eyes On these low grounds, where sorrows grow, And ev'ry pleasure dies ? w 297, 29B The War id. 2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares- Our comforts to devour : There is a land above the stars. And joys above Ms pow'r. 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die. The sun must end his race, The earth and sea forever fly Before my Saviour's face. 4 When will that glorious morning rise I When the last trumpet sound, And call the nations te the skies From underneath the ground ? 297. Common Metre. From J. R«s. Selection, Hymn 401. The whole world ne compensation for the loss of 01 soul. Mark. viii. 36. \ T~ ORD, shall \\\; part with gold for dros 1 J With solid good for show ' Out-live our bliss and mo urn our loss] Jn everlasting woe ? 2 Let us not lose the living God, For one short dream of joy ; "With fond embrace cling to a clod, And fling all heaven away. 3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear. We all thy charms defy ; And rate our precious souls too dear For all thy wealth to buy. 298. Long Metre. Fom I. W. Book 2, Hymn 146\ The vanity of creatures ; or, ?io rest on earths 1 1^/TAN has a soul of vast desires, XtJL He burns within with restless firer> Tost to and fro his passions fly, From, vanity to vanity. The World. 299 In vain on earth we hope to find Some solid ground to fill the mind ; We try nC : w pleasures ; but we feel The inward thirst and torment still. So when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns ; And 'tis a poor relief we gain* To change the place but keep the pain/ Great God ! subdue this vicious thirst/ This love to vanity and dust I Cure the vile fever of the mind And feed our souls with jeys refin'd^ 298. Common Metre. From J. R'a. Selection, Hymn 9, Part 2k - Exhortation to old and young. 1 I ^EAR people all attention give, osi ■ 9 and hear what I do say ; I long your precious souls should live, In everlasting day. Remember you are hastening on To death's dark gloomy shade ; Your joys on earth will soon be gpne^ Your flesh in dust be laid. Death's iron gate you must pass through,, E'er long my precious friends ; Where do you then expect to. go ? Where will your souls then land £ Pray meditate before too late, While in a gospel land ; Behold King Jesus at the gate> Most lovingly doth stand. Young men, how can you turn your face ls From such a glorious Friend ! Will you pursue the dangerous race* Regardless of the end ? Will you pursue the awfal road, 1500 The World. That leads to death and hell ? Will you rush on bold foes to God ! With devils for to dwell ? 7 Young ladies too, what will you do, If out of Christ you die ! From all God's people you must go, To weep lament and cry ; •8 Where none the least relief can bring, To mitigate your pain ; Where you no more with christians sing, Nor e'er with christians reign, p And you who feel your lost estate, You need not be afraid, Tho' Satar. tells you 'tis too late, On Chrisc your help is laid. iO He bore your sins upon the tree, And lives your cause to plead ; And since the Son has made you free, You shall be free indeed. 11 Come old, come young, who feel your guilty The fountain's open'd wide ; For you that precious blood was spilt, That flow'd from Jesu's side. 12 There you may drink in endless joy, And sing redeeming love, Till golden harps your souls employ, In praising Christ above. 300. Time Mendon. From Hymn 85, New Collection. J HTOP, poor sinner, stop and think, J5 Before you farther go — Will you sport upon the brink Of everlasting woe ? Hell beneath is gaping wide I Vengeance waits the dread command, Sqpn to stop your sport and pride.. The World. 39fc And sink you with the damn'd. O be entreated now to stop, For unless you warning take, Ere you are aware you'll' drop Into the burning lake. Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to the bar ; Then to hear your awful doom Will fill you with despair : All your sins will round you crowd, Sins of bloody crimson dye, Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply I O be entreated, &c. Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose ! Fear you not his iron rod, With which he breaks his foes ? Can you stand in that great day, When he judgment shall proclaim ; When the earth shall melt away, Like wax before the flame .* O be entreated, &c. Though your hearts are made of srone^ Your foreheads lin'd with brass ; God at length will make you feel, He will not let yoa pass ; Sinners then in vain will call, (Tho' they now despise his grace^ Hocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face. O be entreated, &c» But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know ; Though his aim is lifted up, He still forbears ihe blow js. v/2 301 The TFona. it was for sinners Jesus dy'd, Sinners he invites to come ; Non£ who come shall be deny'd " t He says there yet is room, O be entreated, &c. 301. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 400. The rich foul mrprised. Lu ke xii . 1 6 — 2 1 . 2 T\ ELUDED souls ! who think to find 1 # A solid bliss below : Bliss ! the fair flower of paradise, On earth can never grow. $ See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd T' increase his worldly store ; Too scanty now he finds his barns, And covets room for more. 3 " What shall Ldo ? distrest he cries ; This scheme will I purue ; My scanty barns shall now come down, I'll build them large and new. 4 Here will I lay my fruits, and bid My soul to take its ease ; Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store Shall give what joys I please," 5 Scarce had he spoke, when lo ! from heaver The Almighty made reply : (i For whom dost thou provide, thou fool f Tnis night thy self shall die." 6 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys Are but an empty dream ; And may I seek my bliss alone In thee the good supreme ! Th e gospel church. 302 The gospel church, 302. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 8. Tie safety and protection ofihe church- Isa. XXvL 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. HOW honourable is the place Where we adoring stand, Zion the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land ! Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell ; The walls of strong solvation made^ Defy th* assaults of hell. Lift up the everlasting gates, The doors wide open fling, Enter ye nations, that obey The statutes of our King. Here shall you taste unmingled joys, And dve in perfect peace ; You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventur'd on his grace. Trust in the Lord, forever trust, And fednish all your fears ; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells* E'ernal as his years. What tho' the rebels dwell on high, His arm shall bring them low ; Low as the caverns of the grave Their lofty heads shall bow. f On Babylon our feet shall tread, In that rejoicing hour ; The ruins of her walls shall spread A pavement for the poor. 3 S , 30 4 The gospel church: 3Q3. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 4&. God's tender care of his church. Isa. xlix IS* 14, Src. iJOW shall my inward joys arise, . And burst into a song ; AJniighry love inspires my heajr, And pleasures tune my tongue. 2 God on his thirsty Zion hill Some mercy drops has thrown, And solemn oaths hath bound his love- To shower salvation down. 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Suspicions and complaints ? Is he a God, and shall his grace Grow weary of his saints ? 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb, And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts Her suckling have no room. 3 '< Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change And mothers monsters prove, Zion still dwells upon the heart Of everlasting love. C\ Deep on the palms of both my hands I havcengrav'd her name ; My hands shall raise her ruinM walls, And buil d her broken frame. " 304. Long Metre. From !. W. Hymn 64, Book 2. God the »/orj/ and defence of Sion» 1 XJTA.PPY the church, thou sacred place, Ml The seat of thy Creator's grace> Thiue holy courts are his abode : Thou "arthly palace of out God. The g osp el ck Urch . S 05 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of hea\'nly Warriors waits ; Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fix'd on his counsels and his love. Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against his throne in vain they rage c Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. Then let our souls in Sion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome -and hell ; His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwaiks built around. God is our shield and God our san ; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace,, And we reflect his brightest praise. 305. Long Metre. From I. W. Hymn 73, Bookl. 'he church's beauty in the eyes of Christ: Solo- mon's Song, iv. 1, 10, 11, 7, 9> 8. KIND is the speeeh of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds in every wora ; Eb, nou art fair, my love, he cries, Noi the young doves have sweeter eyes. [Sweet are thy lips^-thy pleasing voice Sa'ufes mineear with secret joys : No spice so much delights the smell, Nor milk, nor honey tastes so well. ] Thou art all fair, my bride, to me ; I will behold no spot in thee : What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comliness on worms ! t Defl'ld and loathsome as we are,. 3Q£ The gospsl church. He raajkcs us white, and calls us fan r Adorns us with that heavn'ly dress, His graces and his righteousness. 5 My sister, and my spouse, he cries, Bound to my heart by various ties, Thy pow'rful lo-ve my heart detains in strong delight and pleasing chains. § He calls me from the leopard's den, From this wild world ot beasts and men, To Zion, where his glories are ; Not Lebanon is half so fair. 7 Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains, Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains. Shall hold my feet, or force my stay, WheaChrist invites my soul away. 306. Long Metre, From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 404. The presence of Christ, the joy of his people* \ r | ">HE wondering nations have beheld X The sacred prophecy fulfill'd, And angels bail'd the glorious morn,. That shew'd the great Messiah born. 2 The Prince 1 the Saviour !. long desir'd, Whom nyn foretold, by heaven inspired/ And rapfur'd saw a blissful day, Rise o'er the world with healing ray, 3 Oft in the temples of his grace, - His saints behold his smiling face ; j And oft have seen his glory shine* With power and majesty divine. ;- Th e gosprl e /lurch . 5 ty But soon, alas ! his absence mourn, And pray and wish his kind return : Without his life inspiring light, 'Tis all a scene of gloomy night. Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry, Our graces droop, Our comforts die ; Return and let thy glories rise Again to our admiring eyes. Till iil I'd with light, and joy, and love. Thy courts below, like those above, Triumphant hallelujahs raise, And heaven and earth resound thy praise. 30/, Long Metre. From I. W. Hymn 72, Book 1 , The coronation of Christ, find espousals of the church. Solomon's Song, iii. 2. DAUGHTERS, of Zion, come behold, The crown of honor, and of gold, W hich the glad church, with joys unknown, Plac'd on the head of Solomon. 2 Jesus thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 3 Let ev'ry act of worship be, Like our espousals, Lord, to thee ; Like the dear hour, whtn from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love. 4 The gladness of that happy day I Our hearts would wish it long to stay ; Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Kor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 5 Each foil' wing minute as it iiies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys, "Till we are rais'd te sing thy name, 308 The gospel ch urch . At the great supper of the Lamlx 6 O that the months would roll away, And b^ing that corronation day ! The King of grace shall fill the throne, With all his Father's glories on. 308. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection; Hymn 408. On sending a memher into the Work of the Min try* — Isaiah* s obedience to the heavenly visio Isaiah vi. 8. 1, /~\UR God ascends his lofty throne, \J Array'd in majesty unknown : His lustre all the temple fills, And spreads o'er all the ethereal hills. 9 The holy, holy, holy, Lord, By all the Seraphims ador'd, And while they stand beneath his seat, They veil their faces and their feet. 3 Lord, how can Mnful lips proclaim Tho honors of so great a name? O for thine attar's glowing coal To touch his lips, to fire his soul ! 4 Then if a messenger thou ask, A labourer for the hardest task, Through all his weakness and his fear, < Love shall reply, " thy servant's here.'* 3> Nor let his willing soul compl.iin, Tho'ev'ry effort seem in vain ; It ample lecompence sball be, Bat to have wrought, O God, for thee. * If sung on any other occasion, '* His" in th. three la«t verses, man he. exchanged jor ** My" Tie gospel church* 309, 3 \0 309. Long Metre. Brom J R's. Selection, Hymn 409. Seekitig direction in the choic? of a pastor. SHEPHERD of Israel bend tbine ear, Thy servant's groans indulgent bear S Perplex'd, distress'd. to thee we cry, And seek the guidance of thine eye. Send forth, O Lord, thy truth and light, To guide our doubtful foot tens right : Our drooping hearts, O God, sustain, Nor let us seek thy face in vain. Return in ways of peace, return, Nor let thy flock neglected mourn 1 May our blest eyes a shepherd see, Dear to our souls and dear-vo thee ! 3 1 0. Common Metre . From J. R*s. Selection, Hymn 410. Vatc king for jouls. An ordination hymn* Heb* xiii. 17. ET Sion's watchmen all awake M 4 And take the alarm they gave ; Now let them from the mouth of God, Their awful charge receive. 'Tis not a cause of small import, The pastor's care demands : But what might fill an angel's heart. And fill'd a Sa\iour's hands. They watch for souls, for which theLorU Did heavenly bliss forego ; For souls which muse forever live, In raptures or in woe. All to me great tribunal haste, Th* account to render there : And shouldst thou strictly mark our fauJts* Lord, where should we aj>pe«*. K 5U,3 12 The gospd church, 5 May they, that Jesus whom they preach; Their own Redeemer see, And watch thou daily o'er their souls, That they may watch for thee. 311. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 414. At a minuter s leaving his people. ...Paul 's farewell charge. Acts xx 26, 27. ! ^£^7 HEN Paul was parted from his friend's, T T It was a weeping clay ; But Jesus made them all amends,. And wip'd their tears away. 2 J n heaven they meet again with joy (Secure no mope to part) Where praises every ! *ongue employ, And pleasure rills each heart. 5 Thus all the preachers of his grace Their children soon »hall meet ; Together see their baVioor's face, And worship at his feet. 4- But they who heard the word in vain, Tho' oft and plainly warn'd ; Will tremble when they meet again The ministers they scom'd. 5 On your own heads your blood will fall If any perish here; The preachers who have told you all •Shall stand approv'd and clear. 6 Yet Lord, to save themselves alone Is not their utmost view ; O! hear their prayer, thy message own, And save their hearers too. 312. Long Metre. From J. L's. Selection, Hymn 405. The /•"•''.. '\v prater for their rmmeter. f "\ IS J i'f I i heavenly power, O Lord,, defend, Tfic gospal ckureh* "#1'3 His person bless his soul secure, And make him to the end endure. 2 Gird him with' all-sufficient grace* Direct his feet in paths of peace ; Thy truth and faithfulness fulfil. And help him to obey thy will. 3 Before him thy protection send ' O love him, save him to the end J Nor let him, as thy pilgrim, rove Without the convoy of thy \o\ r e. 4 Enlarge, enflame, and fill his heart, In him thy mighty power exert : That thousands yet unboin may praise The wonders of redeeming grace. 313. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 416. T : he pastor's wish for his people * Phil. iv. ]/, 1 ~\/fY brethren from my heart beiov'd, XyJL Whose welfare fills my daily cat*, My present joy, my future crown, The word of exhortation he 2 Stand fast upon the solid rock. Of the Redeemer's righteousness, Adorn the gospel with your lives, And practice what your lips profess, 3. With pleasure meditate the hour, When he, descending fiom the skies, Shall bid your bodies, mean and vile, In his all glorious image rise. 4 Glory in his dear honored name,, To him inviolably cleave ; Your all he purchased by his blood, * Given out at Dr. Gidions's meeting hcu$t-> Juk 21, 1782; when the place -was to &€ shuL^p tjbr repair* 3-1 4 Tfie govpt l church* Nor let him less then all receive. 5 Such is your pastor's faithful charge, Whose soul desires not yours, but you, O may he at the Lord's right hand, Himself and all his people view ! 314. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 41 7. Ata choice of deacons. 1 Tim. iii. 8 — IS. t 1 ilAIR Sion's King, we suppliant bow, JO And hail the grace thy church enjoys ; Her holiest deacons are thy own, With all the gifts thy love employs. 2 Up to thy throne we lift our eyes, For blessings to attend our choice,* Of such whose generous prudent zeal Shall make thy favour'd ways rejoice. 3 Happy in Jesus, their own Lord, May they his sacred table spread, The table of their pastor fill, And fill the holv poor with bread I 4- [When pastor, saints, and poor they serve, May their own hearts with grace be crown 'd ! While patience, sympathy and joy Adorn, and thro' their lives abound.] 5 By purest love to Christ, and truth, O may they win a good degree Of boldness in the christian faith. And meet the smile of thine and thee ! 5 And when the work to them assign'd-* The work of love is fully done, Call them from serving tables here, To sit around thy glorious throne. • If this hymn be sung before the choice, then t$c second line of the second terse may stand tha^ i% For wisdom to direct our choice.' 5 $he gospd cJi urch . H ~ 315. Common Metre. Brom J. R's. Selection, Hymn 419- %he increase of the church promised and pieackfk : Psalm ii. 8. | TT^ATHER, is not thy promised pledg'd JJ To thine exalted Son That thro' the nations of the earth Thy word of life shall run ? 4< Ask and I give the heathen lands For thine inheritance. And to the world's remotest shores Thine empireshall advance." Hast thou not said the blinded Jews Shall their Redeemer own ; While Gentiles to his standard crow T d s And low beiwe his throne ; [When shall the untutor'd Indian tribe's, A dark, hev.iider'd race, Sit down at our Immanoel's fee', And learn and feel his grace.] Are not all kingdoms, tribes and tongues* Under th' expanse of heaven, To the dominion of thy Son, Without exemption given?" I From east to west, from north to south, Then be his name ador'd I Europe, with all thy millions, shout Hosannahs to thy Lord ! r Asia, and Africa resound From shore to shore his fame ; And thou America, in songs, Redeeming love proclaim. *' re SI S The gospel church . 3 1 6*. Tu ne Jubilee s Trump. From Hymn 50, New Collection. The happy success of the gospel in the Union of Christian Societies. 2 f I THE Lord into his garden comts, JL The spices yield a sweet perfume. The lilies grow and thrive : Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flows to every vine, And makes the dead alive. 2 O that this dry and barren ground, With springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become ; The desert blossoms like the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one. 3* The glorious day is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun ; My soul a witness is ; > O taste and see that grace is free, For penitents as vile as me, Who come to Christ shaH live. 4 The worst of sinners here shall find, A Saviour pitiful and kind, Who will them all receive ; None are too bad who do repent, Out of one sinner legion went, The Lord did him relieve. 5 If sinners only new the Lord, - And were acquainted with his word, His sweet ioi giving love : They'd ru=h through storms of every kind, And leave all earthly things behind, To gain a crown above. Come, brethren' you who know the Lord,3 Observe with care his holy word; Zri J? sua' way The gospel church. 3.^7 Our troubles and our trials here, Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. We feel that heaven is now begun, It issues from the glorious throne ; From Jesus' throne on high : It comes like floods, we can't contain. We drink, and drink and drink again, And yet for more we cry. 3 But when we come to reign above, And all surround the throne of love, We'll drink a full supply : For there the bliss which God bestows, To a redundant river flows, Which never will run dry. 9 There we shall shine, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring, When all the saints get home ; Come on, come on, my brethren dear, We soon shall meet together there, For Jesus bids us come. 10 Amen, amen, my soul replies, I hope to meet you in the skies, The Saviour to adore ; Now here's my heart and here's my-;hand.* To meet you in the heavenly land, Where we shall part no more. 317. Common Metre. From Hymn 31, New Collection: The benefit of being ready to leave this world, /JL Behold thy light is come. The glorious conquering king is nigh, To take his exiles home ; t The trumpet thundering through the skies To set poor captives free ; The day of wonder now is come. *3 1 7 The gospel cJiurcfu The year of Jubilee. 2 Ye heralds blow your trumpets loud, Throughout the earth and sky ; Go spread the news from pole to pote, Behold the judge is nigh ; Ye children of the Lord, who look. For that tremendous day ; Now join in solemn praise to God, And for poor sinners pray. 3 Come sinners now the warning take,, AncTrighteousness pursue ; The Lord of glory will appear, O ! think what he will do : Blow out the sun, burn up the earth. Consume the rolling flood ; While every star shall disappear, The moon be turn'd to blood. 4 Arise ye nations under ground, Before the judge appear ; All tongues and languages shall come* Their final doom to hear ; King Jesus on his dazzling throne, Ten thousand angels round : While Gabriel with his silver trumg 5 Echoes a doleful sound. 5 The glorious news of gospel grace* With sinners now is o'er ; The trump of Zion now is still. And to be heard no more ; The watchmen all have left their walls, And with their flocks above ; On Canaan's happy shore they sing, And shout redeeming love. 6 Come all ye pilgrims in the Lord, Whose hearts are join'd in one, Held up vQur founds with courage bo!? 1 . • Tht gospel chr'ueh. 3f*B Your race is almost run. Above the clouds your Saviour sits, And smiling bids you come, Angels will guide your happy soul?. To your eternal home. Behold a pilgrim as he dies, With glory in his view, To heaven lie lifts bis longing cyts, And bids the world adieu ; While frier.ds are weepmg all around, And loth to let him go, * He shouts with his expiring breath, And leaves them all below, i O 1 christians are you ready now, To cross that narrow flood, On Canaan's happy shore behold, And see your smiting God. The dazzling charms of that bright world, Attracts my soul above, My tongue shall shout redeeming grace, When perfected in love. ) Go en ray brethren in the Lord, I'm bound to meet you there, Although we tread enchanted ground, Be bold and never fear. Fight on, fight on, ye conquering souls. The land it is in view, And when I gain fair Canaan's shore., I hope to meet with you. 318. Common Metre. From Hymn 10, New Collection. The latter day glory. 1 r~p*HAT glorious day is drawing nigh, When Zion's light shall come, , She shall arise and shine on high, Bright as the rising sun ; 3 1 8 T^e gospel rhurch . The north and south their sun lesign I And earth's foundations bend. ' Adorri'd as a bride, Jerusalem, All glorious shall descend. I 2 The king who wears the glorious crown,- J he azure flaming bow, The holy city; shall bring down, And bless his church below ; When Zion's bleeding, conquering kino-' Shall sin and death destroy, *" The morning stars together sing, And- Zion shout for jov. 3- The holy bright musician band, Who sing on harps of gold, Just by the course along they stand, Their gentle numbers i oil ; Descending on such melting strains, Jehovah they adore, Such M l .outs through earth's extensive plairS Were never heard before. b Let Satan rage and boast no more, Nor think his reign is long, Though saints are feeble, weak and poor, Their great Redeemer's strong ; In storms he is our hiding place, A covert from the wind, A stream from the rock in the wilderness, Huns through this weary land. |w, This chrystal stream flows down from hca* It issues from the throne, The floods of strife away are driven, The church becomes but one ; This peaceful union whe shall know, And live upon his love, And shout and sing his praise belov-s As angels do above; The gospel church . 3 bQ. y ^thousand years shall roil around, 'he church shall be complete, "alfdby the trumpet's glorious sound, ler saviour for to meet ; he'll rise with joy and soar on high, he'll fly to Jesus' arms, ind gaze with wonder and delight, )n her beloved's charms, ike apples fair his beauties are, o feed and cheer the mind, Jo earthly fruit doth so recruit, Jor flaggons full of wine ; ler troubles o'er she'il grieve no more, »ut sings in strains of joy, n raptures sweet and bliss complete, he'll feast and never cloy. 319. Tune J n dike's Trump . From Hymn 111, New Collection. The Jubilee. |T1TH \T sound is this salutes mine ear, VV Methinks 'tis Jubal's trump I hear : Long look'd for now is come ; t shakes the heavens, the earth, the sea, 'reclaims the year of Jubilee, Return ye exiles home, Jehold the new Jerusalem, Ruminated by the Lamb, In glory doth appear ; r air Zior. rising from the tombs, To meet the bridegroom, now he's come, And hails the J.ubile year, iing Jesus takes her to his arms, w wisported with his pleasing charms, She thus begins to sing.... ^ . rom sin and cares, und sighs, and pains, •i-it: v/hese.joy immortal rcjgns, SI 9. The gospel churth To sing redeeming love. 4 As lark and linnet sweetly sing, And hills and vallies round them ring, Escap'd the fowler's snare ; One thousand years she here shall dwell, And sing while Satan's chaiu'd in hell, Which ends the Jubile year. 5 The draggon is let loose once more, And round the earth his trumpets roarj He is for war again ; But he that sets upon the throne, Drives Satan and his armies down, To dwell in endless flames. 6 The seventh trumpet we shall hear, A great white throne shall then appear, Ten thousand angels round.... An angel turns the moon to blood, Puts out the sun consumes the flood, And burns the solid ground. 7 Arise ye nations and come forth, From east to west, from south to north. Behold the Judge is come ! What horrors strike the guilty breast I Compeli'd to stand the solemn test, And hear the final doom.... 8 Depart ye cursed, down to hell, With howling fiends forever dwell. Never to see my face. My solemn warnings you withstood. You set at naught my precious blood t And scoff'd at sovereign grace. 9 See parents and their children part, Some shout for joy some bleed in heart, No more to meet again ; In fiery chariots Zion flies, Associations, he- 320 And quickly gains the upper skies, On Canaan's dazzling plains. to My soul is struggling to be there ; I long to rise and wing the air. And trace the heav'nly road.... Adieu, adieu, all earthly things ; O that I had some angers wings, I'd quickly see my God. [Associations. ...or, general meetings of Churches and Ministers. 320. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 423. Spiriiuctt associations registered in heaven ; or, . God's gracious approbation of actice attempts to revive religion. Mai. ill. 1 6, 17. 1 *HjplirlE Lord on mortal worms looks down jL From his celestial throne ; And when the wicked swarm around, He well disceras his own. $L He sees the tender hearts that mourn The scandals of the times ; And join their efforts to oppose The wide prevailing crimes. 3 Low to the social band he bows His still attentive ear ; And while his angels sing around, Delights their voice to hear. The chronicles of heaven shall keep Their words in transcript fair ; In the Redeemer's book of life Their names recorded are. ff Yes, (saith the Lord,) the world shall know These humble souls are mine ; 3-21, 322 Associations ; or, general meetings These, when my jewels I produce, Shall in full lustre shine. 6 When deluges of fiery wrath My foes away shall bear, That hand which strikes the wicked thro' Shall all my children spare." 321. Common Metre, From I. W. Psalm 133. Brotherly love. 1 TT O ! what an entertaining sight JLi Those friendly brethren prove. Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite, Of harmony and love ! 2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring Descend to every soul ; And heav'nly peace with balmy wng Shades and bedews the whole. 3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, On Aaron's rev'rend head, The trrckling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments spread. it 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shews, And makes his grace distil. 322. Tune Sharon. From I. W. Psalm 133. The blessings- oj Friendship. t *TJ[OW pleasant 'tis to see M 3 Kindred and friends agree. Each m his proper station move. And each fulfi>. his part With sympathising heart In all the care's "of life and love, ] • 'Tis like an ointment shed .' / Of churches and ministers^ #23 On Aaron's sacred head, Divinely rich, divinely sweet ; The oil thro' all the room Diffus'd a choice perfume, Ran thro' his robes and blest his feet. Like fruitful showers of rain That water all the plain, Descending from the neighboring hills ; Such streams of pleasure roll Thro* ev'rv friendly soul, Where love like heavenly dew distils. 32". Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 424. JMrnisters abounding in the work of the Lord* BEFORE thy throne, eternal king, Thy ministers their tribute bring. Their tribute of united praise For heavenly news and peaceful days. We sing the conquests of thy sword. And publish loud thy healing word ; While angels sound thy glorious name, Thy saving grace our lips proclaim. Thy various, service we esteem Our sweet employ, our bliss supreme ^ And while we feel thy heavenly love, We burn like seraphim above. Nor seraphs there can ever raise With us an equal song of praise : They are the noblest work of God, But we the pu; chase of his blood. Still in thy work would we abound ; Still prune the vine, or plough the grounds 7'hy sheep with wholesome pasture feed. And watch them with unwearied heed. Thou art our Lord, our life, our Jove,. S24 Associations; or 9 general meetings Our care Delow and crown above ; Thy praise shall be our best employ, Thy presence our eternal joy. 324. Long Metre. From Hymn 1 I, New Collection. A minister s desire for the salvation of sinners. 1 " [" LONG to see the season come, JL When sinners shalicome flocking home To taste the riches of God's love, And seek the joys that are above. 2 Hark how the gospel trumpets sound, inviting sinners all around; Behold your loving Saviour stands, * And spreads for you his bleeding hands. S Jf he comes knocking at your heart, Waiting salvation to impart; To wash you in atoning b!ood, And seal you heirs and sons of God. 4 A few days more and we must go, To realms of joy or endless woe ; In worlds of bliss with Christ to dwelJ, Or sink beneath his frowns to hell. 5 Come now, poor sinners, counsel take, And all your sinful ways forsake, « This world give o'er leave friends behind. In Christ redemption you shall find. 6 Take your companion by the hand, And your connexion in a band : And give them up at Jesus' call, For he can bless and save them all. 7 And when the day of Christ shall come ; When he collects his jewels home ; On Zion's mount you then shall stand. And join the bright angelic band. .8« O what a glorious eompanv I Of churches and ininistere* 32S May I be there that sight to see, And join in praise to Jesus' name, All glorious in Jerusalem. 325. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 425. Lovest thou me? Feed my lambs. John.xxi. 15, 1 T~"\0 not I love thee, O my Lord ? I J Behold my heart and see ; And turn each cursed idol out. That dares to rival thee. 2 Do not I love thee from my soul ? Then let me nothing love ; Dead be my heart to every joy. When Jesus cannot move. 3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear ? - Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear ? 4 [Hast thou a lamb in all thy Sock, I would disdain to feed ? Hast thou a foe before whose Face 1 fear thy cause to plead ? 5 Would not mine ardent spirit vie With angels round the throne. To execute thy sacred will, And make thy glory known ? 6 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honour of thy name ? And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th* immortal flame !] 7 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord*. But Oil long to soar Far from the ^pear-of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more, Y 9 526,227 Associations; Qr 9 general ?neeting$ 326. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 426. Prayer for ?ninisters. 1 "T^ATHER of mercies bow thine ear, Wl Attentive to our earnest prayer ; We plead for those who plead for thee, Successful pleaders may they be ! 2 How great their work, how vast their eharge Do thou their anxious souls enlarge, Their best acquirements are our gain, We share the blessings they obtain. 3 Clothe then, with energy divine Their words, and let those words be thine To them thy sacred truth reveal, Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 4 Teach them to sow the precious seed, Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ; Teach them immortal souls to gain, Souls that will well reward their pain. 5 Let thronging multitudes around, Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; In humble strains thy grace implore, And feel the new creating power. (3 Let sinners break their massy chains, Distressed souls forget their pains ; Let light through distant realms bespread, And Zion rear her drooping head. 327- Tune Conquest. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 427. Prayer for a revival. I Q AVIOUR visit thy plantation, >0 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ; All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again : Lord, revive us, All our help must come from thee. Of churches and ?ni7iisters . %%J 2 Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high : Lest for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop anc> die. Lord, &g. 3 Surely once thy garden flourish'd, Every part look'd gay and preen ; Then thy word our spirits nourished, Happy seasons we have seen 1 Lord, &c. 4 [But a draught has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see ; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee ; Lord, &c, 5 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal and love and truth t Old professor's, tail as Cedars, Bright examples to our youth ! Lord, See. 6 Some In whom we ©nee de'ighted, We shall meet no more below, Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single leaf they show : Lord, &c, 7 Younger plants.. ..the sight how pleasant, Cover'd thick with blossoms stood ; But they cause us grief at present, Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud ! , Lord, &:c. 8 Dearest Saviour hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again-; Oh, permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain : Lord, Sec. 9 Let our inu'ual love be fervent. 328 Associations ; or ', general meetings Make us prevalent in prayers ; Let each one esteem'd thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares Lord, &c. 10 Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh ; And begin from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh : Lord, revive us, All our help must come from thee. 328. Tune Invitation. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 428. Longing for the spread of the Gospel. 1 /""VER tne gloomy hills of darkness, \J Look, my soul, be still and gaze, All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace : Blessed Jubilee, Let thy glorious morning dawn. 2 Let the Indian, let the negro, Let the rude barbarian see, That divine and glorious conquest, Once obtain'd on Calvary ; Let the gospel Loud resound from pole to pole. 3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light, And from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night, And redemption Freely purchased, win the day. May the glorious day approaching, From eternal darkness dawn, And the everlasting gospel Spread abroad thy holy name ; Of churches and ministers, 329 AH the borders Of the great Immanuel's land. 5 Fly abroad thou mighty gospel, Win, and conquer, never cease : May thy lasting wide dominions Multiply and still increase ; Sway thy sceptre, Saviour all the world around. 329. Common Metre. By Mrs. Saffery, &c. The Missionaries farewell. 1 ~\Z~ INDRED and friends, and native land;, l\. How shall we say farewell ? And when our swelling sails expand, How will our bosoms swell ? 2 Yes, nature all thy soft delights, And tender ties we know ; But love more strong than death unites. To him that bids us go. 3 Thus when our weary passions mov'd The gushing tear-drop starts, The cause of Jesus more belov'd, Shall glow within our hearts. 4 The sigh* we breathe for precious souli, Where he is yet unknown, Might waft us to the distant poles, Or to the burning zone. 5 With the warm wish our bosoms swell, May his dear cause extend ; Farewell then, we can say farewell, Our friends, our native land. 6 We'll g« at thy command, dear Lord Thy will is not severe : We'il go with willing hearts and hands, We count our lives not dear. 330 Associations; or, general meetings, tec.. 7 We love thy service gracious God, We'll spend our clays therein ; O keep us by thy mighty power, And save us from ail sin. 8 And when our work is done below. Receive us up to rest ; W : here some of every land and tongue Will be forever blest. 330. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 429. The increase of the Church 1 HrlOUT, for the blessed Jesus reigns, ^ Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread : And sinners, freed from endless pains, Own him their Saviour and their head. 3 His sons, and daughters from afar, Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; Those who were dead in sin before, By sovereign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors bow beneath his feet, O'ccome by his victorious power: Princes in humble posture wait, And proud blasphemers learn t' adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey, Nations remote their offerings bring, And, unconstrain'd their homage pay To their exalted God and King. 5 O may his conquests still increase, And every foe his power subdue ; While angels celebrate his praise, And saints his growing glories shew, 6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, From all below and all above ; In lofty songs exalt his name, In songs as lasting as his love. Collection for po&r Ghurches. 331, 332 331. Tune Mw-MHford. From j» R's Selection Hymn 431. The completing of the Spiritual Temple, Zec.iv. 7. 1 C^NG'to the Lord above, O Who deigns on earth to raise A- temple to his love, A monument of praise : Ye saints aiound, thro' all its frame, , Harmonious sound the builder*s nam«. 3 Beneath his eye and care The edifice shall rise Majestic strong and fair, And shine above the skies : There shall he place the polish'd stone Ordain'd the work of grace to cr»wn. Collection for poor Churches, &c> " 332. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 433. Relieving Christ in his Members. Matt, xxv; 4Q 3 I TESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace \ %3 Thy bounties how complete ! How shall 1 count the matchless sum ? How pay the mighty debt ? I High on a throne of radianc light Dost thou exalted shine ; What can my poverty bestow, . When all the world are thine ? I But thou hast brethren here below, The partners of thy grace ; And wilt confess then- humble names Before thy Father's face. j In them thou may'st be cloth'dand fed, And visited. and chcsrV. ; 333, 334 Church Meetings. And in their accents of distress, My Saviour's voice is heard. 3 Thy face with rev'rence and with love, We in thy poor would see ; © let us rather beg our bread Than keep it back from thee. 333. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 436. Providing Bags that wax not old. Luke xii. 1 "'^ST'ES, there are joys that cannot die, ■ With God laid up in store ; Treasure beyond the changing sky, Brighter than golden ore. 2 The seeds which piety and love Hdve scatter'd here below, In the fair, fertile fields above, To ample harvests grow. 3 The mite my willing hands can give, At Jesus' feet 1 lay ; Grace shall the humble gift receive, And grace at large repay. Church Meetings. 334. Short Metre. From J. Pt's. Selection, Hymn 43 7 , Praise for conversion. Psalm lxvi. IG. OME ye that fear the Lord, And listen while I tell How narrowly my feet escap'd The snares of death and hell. The flatt'ring; joys of sense Assail'd my foolish heart, While Satan, with malicious skill, Guided the poisonous da>rt. ■c Church Meetings, &3.5 3 I fell beneath the stroke, But fell to raise again : My anguish rous'd me into life, And pleasure sprung from pain, 4 Darkness, and shame, and grief Oppress' d my gloomy mind : I lookM around me for relief, But no relief could find. 3 At length to God, I cry'd ; He heard my plaintive sigh, He heard, and instantly he sent Saivation from on high. 6 My drooping head he rais'd, My bleeding wounds he heal'd, .Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile The gracious pardon seal'd. 7 O ! may 1 ne'er forget The mercy of my God! Nor ever want a tongue to spread His loudest praise abroad. 335. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 4S8. The conversion of sinners a matter for prayer and praise. 1 f I IHERE's joy in heaven, and joy on oil JL earth, When prodigals return, To see desponding souls rejoice, And haughty sinners mourn. 2 « Come saints and hear what God hath done/" Is a reaving sound : O may it spread from sea to sea, E'en all the globe around. 8 Often, O sovereign Lord, renew The wonders of this day ; z SJJ6 Church Mertvigi. That Jesus here may see his seed, And Satan lose his prey. 4 Great God, the work is all thine own ; Thine be the praises too, Let every heart and every tongue Give thee the glory due. 336*. Long Metre. From I. W. Hymn 16, Book 2. Part the second. i " " ORD, what a heav'n of saving grace 4 1 A Shines thro' the beauties of thy facej And lights our passions to a flame ! Lord, how we love thy charming name. 3 When 1 can say, my God is mine. When I can feci thy glories shine, I tread the world beneath my feet. And all the world calls good or great, 3 While such a scene of sacred joys, Our rapturM eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit and gaze away, a long and everlasting day. i Well we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coast of perfect light ; Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love. 9 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees ! Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below. o Send comforts down from thy right hand ; While we passthio' this barren land \ And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a g'i rn^e of Tr.ee.] Ghtlrch Metihigi. S3J > 33H- 337. Long Metre. From I. W. Psal.8?. The church the birth place of the saints ; or, JctvS- and Gentiles united in the Christian church. 1 f^i OD in his earthly temple lays \JT Foundation for his heavn'Jy praise ; He likes the teats of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell 2 His mercy visits every house That pay their night and morning vows ; But makes a more delightful stay, Whcr* churches meet to praise and pray. 3 What glories were described of old ? What wonders are in Sion told ? Thou city of oar God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and e gypt know* 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew* Shall there begin their lives a-new • Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring, 5 When God makes up his last account Of natives in his holy mount, 'Twill be an honour to appear As one new born and nourished there, 33 8. Long Metre. From Hymn 89, New Collection. At. a Church meeting, before experiences i 1 ^]WTOW we are met in holy fear J^| To hear the happy saints declare The free compassions of a God, The virtues of a Saviour's blood. 2 Jesus assist them now to tell Wh:U they have felt and how they fctl ; O Saviour help them to express Trje wonders of triumphant grace. 339 Church Meetings, 3 While to the church they freely own What for their souls the Lord hath done, WeM join to praise eternal Jove, And heighten all the joys above. 339. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 440. To -whom shall iae go but unto thee? or, Life q, safety in Christ alone. John vi. 67 — 69. 1 HT'HOU only sovereign of my heart, m. My refuse, my almighty friend— And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend ? 2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford. 3 Eternal life thy words impart, On these my fainting spirit lives* Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine, While thou art near in vain they call : One smile, one blissful smile ot thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. 3 Thv name my inmost powers adore, Thou art my life, my joy, my care : Depart from thee — *tis death — 'tis more— 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair ! 5 Lo, at thy feet my soul would lie, Here safety dwells and peace divine ; Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life is thine. G&urch Meetings* 340 340. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn t. A new song to the Lamb that was slain. Rev. v. % 4 8,9,10, 12. EHOLD the glories of the Lamb, Amidst his Father's throne : *pare new honours for his name? And songs before unknown. ■2 Let elders worship at his feet. The church adore around ; With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise : Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise. 4 [Eternal Father, who shall look Into thy secret will ? Who but the Son shall take that took. And open ev'ry.seal ? 5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees, The Son deserves it well ; Lo, in his hand the sov'reign keys Of heav'n and death, and hell.] 6 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain? Be endless blessings paid : Salvation, glory, joy. remain, Forever on thy head. 7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with bloo^L Hast set the pris'ners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. ^ 8 The worlds of nature and of grace. Are put beneath thy pcw'r ; 341 Baptism. Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promia'd hour. Baptism, 34 1 . Tune NexvMilford. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 445. Invitation tofollov the lamb. 1 TTUMBLE souls who seek salvation, JL JL Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood, Hear the voice of revelation, Tread the path that Jesus trod, Flee to him your only Saviour. In his mighty name confide ; In the whole of your behaviour Own him as your sovereign guide. 2 Hear the bless'd Redeemer call you, Listen to his gracious voice ; Dread no ills that can befal you, While you make his ways your choke ? Jesus says, " Let each believer Be baptised in my name :" He himself in Jordon's river, Was immers'd beneath the stream, 3 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, Follow him withour delay ; Gladly his command embracing, Lo 1 your Captain leads the way : View the right with understanding, Jesus' grave before you lies ; Be interr'd at his commanding, After his example rise. Baptism. S4S, 343 342. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 448. Immersion. THUS was the great Redeemer plung'4 in Jordon's swelling flood ! To shew he must be soon baptiz'd In tears, and sweat and blood. Thus was his sacred body laid Beneath the yielding wave, Thus was his sacred body rais'd Out of the liquid grave. Lord, we thy precepts would obey, in thy own footsteps tread ; Would die, be bury'd, rise with thee, Our ever-living head. 343. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 451. Nat ahhamed of Christ. JESUS ! and shall it ever be A mortal man asham'd of thee ! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise. Whose glories shine thro* endless days ! Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star ; He sheds the beams of light divine, O'er this benighted soul of mine. Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon ; 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright Morning-star I bid darkness flee. Asham'd of Jesus I that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush — be this my shamed That i no more revere his name. Ashatn'4 of Jesus ! yes I may. 34f 345 B :o crave, HI :u quelle no sovl to save. 6 Till then — -nor Is my boasting vain, Till then t boast a Saviour slum I And C) may this my glory be, That Chris. t is not asham'd of me ! 7 [His institutions would Inrize, Take up my cross, the shame despise ; Dure (p* defend his noble cause. And yield obedience to his laws.] 344. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 454. Th e Adjn i n u t .> ate r \ " tf^y* O teach the nation* and baptize/ \_Tf Aloud th' ascending Jesus cries H:s glad apostles took the world, And round the nations preach'd their Lord 4a Commissioned thus, by Zion's King, We to his holy laver bring These nappy converts, who have known And trusted in his grace alone. 3 Lord* in thy house, they seek thy face> O bless them with peculiar grace ; Lefnesu their souls with love divine : Let bean:s of y;lory round them shine. 345. Long Metre. From I. W. Hymn 122, Book 1. Believers bwUd iiith Christ in baptism. Rom. 3, 4, See. 1 TT~\0 we not know that solemn word, JLr That we we are bury'd with the Lcrd, B&ptifc'd into his deytb, and then Put pff the body of our bin ? f) Our souls receive diviner breath. Baptism. 34 6, 347 Rais'd from corruption, guilt and death : So from the grave did Christ arise, And lives to God above the skies. No more let sin or Satan reign Over our mortal flesh again ; The various lusts we serv'd before, Shall have dominion now no more. 346. Long Metre. From 1. W. Book 1, Hymn 52. Baptism. Matt, xxviii. 1 9. Acts ii, 38. V * a WAS the commission of our Lord, JL Go teach the nations and baviize 9 The nations have received the word Since he ascended to the skies. He sits upon th' eternal hills, With grace and pardon in his hands, And sends his cov'nant with the seals, To bless the distant christian lands. " Repent, and be baptiz'd he saith, For the remission of your sins :*' And thus our sense assists our faiih, And shows us what his gospel means. Our souls he washes in his blood, As water makes the body clean ; And the ^ood spirit from our God Descends like purifying rain. Thus we engage ourselves to thee, And seal our cov'nant with the Lord, O may the great Eternal Three In heav'n our solemn vows record ! 347. Tune Autumn. From Hymn 45, New Collection. Following Jtaus in Baptism, BEGIN the third of Mathew, and read that chapter true, ■H' Baptism, It .teaches true believers what they are call' to do ; It sptiks of John the Baptist, who in the will derncss, Did preach the joyful tidings of Christ th prince of peace. Q Some Pharisees attended to be baptiz'd o him, But he demanded fruits of repentance wrou^h in them ; ° Saying 1M1 baptize you freely, when you con fes s your sin, Subm'f to Christ the Saviour, and own hire for your king. 3 Then ume the Lord the Saviour, Jehovah God the Son, And was baptized in Jordon, by his own ser vant John ; As he came out of the water, from the open- ing heav'ns above, The Spirit lights on Jesas, in the likeness- of & Dove. 4 Hie heav'ns they were open'd, that plainly you might see, A wnness to the people, that thus it ought to be; And a voice came from heav'n, this is my only son, In whom f am well pleased with aM that he hat> done. 5 You that believe in Je-ius, come shew it by vour love, And follow his example recorded from above ; Tuke up your cross as freely as Jesus did for you, Baptism, 548, 349 To him I recommend you what, more can mortal do ? 348. Tune Jubilee's Trump. From Hymn 46. New Collection. Keep my Commandments* O CHRISTIANS all i ^ray reflect, And don't your duty so neglect, But foilow Christ the lamb ; Into the flowing watry stream, And be baptis'd in his r.ame, And then go on in peace. But -if you slight his strict commands, Expect not favour from his hands, But fear his awful nod ! Nor let a christian ever say, I'll serve the Lord some other way, Sure it will do as well. O let us not presume to carve For Jesus, but his laws observe, That's sanctionM from above ; Then, O believer, come away, Why should you any longer stay, Since Jesus bids you come. The willing and obedient soul, Shall feel the love that can't be told, And be completely blest ; And in that glorious day to come, Will here a voice proclaim well done, And find eternal rest. 349. Tune Warren. From Hymn 74, New Collection. Admonition to Christian duties. CHRISTIANS, if your hearts be war*:, Ice and snow can do no barm \\ by Jesus you are priz'd, $$0 Baptism. Rise, believe* and behaptiz'd. 2 Jesus drank the gall for you, Bore the curse to mortals due ; Cipdrcri prove your love to him, Never fcar the frozen stream. 3 Never shun th Saviour's cross, All on earth is worthless dross; If the Saviour's love you feel, Let the world behold your zeal. 4 Fire is good to warm the soul, Water purifies the whole, Fire and water both agree. Winter soldiers never flee. 5 Ev'ry season of the year, Let your worship be sincere ; When the storms prevent your roam> Serve your gracious Lord at home, • Read his sacred word by day, Ever watching always pray ; Meditate his law by night, This will give you great delight. 350. Common Metre. From Hymn 91, New Collection, On Baptism. 1 TN the Lord's w^rd left on record, J_ Expressly it is said, They did repair where solemn pray r Was wont for to be made. 2 In pleasure sweet, here we do meet, Down by the water side, And here we stand by Christ's command, To wait upon his bride. 3 Now we will sing to Christ our King, Our souis shall give him thanks* Who came to Jordon uoto John, The lord's &v>per. .35 1 And went down Jordon's banks. 4 With one accord we'Jl bless the Lord, Who in his word doth say, That he that dy'd, he was bapti£'d. And marked out the way. 5 Now we do tell our friends farewell, To practice his commands ; It is the road that leads to God, The way to Canaan's land. £ Our king did stand and give command, Who sent his servants forth, T© call to all of Adam's fall, They went from south to north. 7 Ye sinners all come hear the call ? His loving truth embrace, That you may stand on Canaan's !and> And see him fice to face-. The Lord's Supper, 351 . Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 47S. An invitation- to the gospel feast. Luke xiv. £^ . 1 "\7"& wretched, hungry, starving poor, X Behold a royal feast ! Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest. 2 See Jesus stand with open arms ; He callsj he bids you come : Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms, But see there yet is room..i 3 Room in the Saviour's bleedirig hearty There love and pity meet ; ,Nor will he bid the soul depart. That trembles at his feet, ab 332 The Lord's Supper 7 4 In him the Father reconciPd Invites your souls to come : The rebel shall be call'd a child, And kindly welcom'd home. 5 O come, and with his children taste' The blessings of his love ; While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joys above. 6 There, with united heart and vol e, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoi e, In ecsracies unknown. 7 And yet ten thousand thousand more*, Are welcome still to come : Ye longing souls the grace adore ; Approach, there yet is room. 332. Long Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 474. Cnnst dying, rising and reigning. 1 *] J~E dies I the fjiend of sinners dies! JL-JL Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! A solemn darkness veils the skies ! A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! Come saints and drop a tear or two Ftfr him who groan'd beneath yoar load J He shed a thousand drops for you, And thousand drops of richer biood ! 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again I The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to' his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard, him no me, And shout him welcome to the skies^ The Lord's Supper* 3,S3>£,54 3 Break off your tear?, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains ! Say, ** Live forever, wond'rous King, Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask the monster, " Where's thy sting ? And where's thy victory boasting grave V 353. Long Metre. Prom J. R's. Selection, Hymn 476. A sacramental Hymn. 1 ^ 1 ^HUS we commemorate the day, I On which our dearest Lord was slain } Thus we our pious homage pay, 'Till he appears on earth again. 2 Come, 'great Redeemer, open wide The curtains of the parting sky : On a bright cloud in triumph ride, And on the wind's swift pinions fly, \ Come, King of kings, with thy bright train,, Cherubs and seraphs 1 , heavenly hosts ; Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign, As far as earth extends her coasts. b Come, Lord, and where thy cress Once stopc^r There plant thy banner fix thy throne} Subdue the rebels by thy word, And claim the nations for thy own. 354. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 432. A sacramental Hymn. LORD, at thy table I behold The wonders of thy grace; But most of all admire that I Should find a welcome place" ! 3 that am ail defiTd with sin, 5>5 The Lord % s Svpptn. A rebel to my God ; I that have crucified his Son, And trampled on his blood. S What strange surprising grace is this, That such a soul has room ! My Saviour takes me by the baBd, My Jesus bids me come. 4 *«■ Eat, O my friends,'* the Saviour cries* 4< The feast was made for you : For you I groan'd, and bled, and died, And rose, and triumph'd too." 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearty Lord, we accept thy love : 'Tis a rich banquet we have had, What will it be above ? 5 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven. Join all your praising powers ; No theme is like redeeming love. No Saviour is like ours. T Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lortf, I'd give them all to thee ; Had I ten thousand tongues, they all Should join the harmony. 355. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 486. Room at the gospel feast. Luke xiv. 22. 1 npHE King of heaven h;s table spreads^ X And dainties crown the board ; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. t Paidor. and peace to dying men, And endless life are given ; Tjhro' the rich blood that Jesus shed To raise the soul to heaven. v 3 Ye hungry poor that long have stra y"fl . The Lord's Supper. 3^6 In sill's dark mazes, Come ; "Come, from your most obscure retreats* And grace shall find you room. Millions of souls in glory now, Were fed and feasted here ; And millions more, still on the Way, Around the board appear. Yet is his house and heart so large, That millions more may come, Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room. All things are ready, come away, Nor weak excuses frame *. Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the founder's name. 356. Short Metre. From I. W. Book 5, Hymn 2. 'ommuuion with Christ and his saints.. 1 Cor. X* li. 6*7. JESUS invites his saints To meet aroUnd his board ; Here pardon'drebeissit and hold Communion with their Lord". ■ For food he gives his flesh ; He bids us drink his blood : Amazing favour matchless grace Of our descending God. This holy bread and wine, Maintain our fainting breath, By union with our living Lord. And interest in his death. Our heav'rtly Father calls Christ and his members one % We the young children of hislove^ And he the first born Son. ♦ b-2 34* The Lord's Slipper* 5 We are but sev'ral 'parts Of the same broken bread ; One body hath its seveial limb*, But Jesus is the head. 6- Let all • u r j.ow'rs He join'd, His glorious nime to raise ; Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind, And ev'ry voice be praise. 357. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 3,. Hymn 13. fihint love making a feast, and calling in tli gusts. Luke xiv. 1 7, 22, 23." 1 TTOW sweet and awful is the place, JfJL With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores ! 2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God With soft compassion rolls ; Here peace and pardon, through his blood, Is food for 4ying souls, 3 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cry. with thankful tongues, u Lord why was I a guest." 4 " Why was 1 made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room ; When thousands make a wretched choice t And rather starve than come ?" 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, - That sweetly fore'd us in ; Else we had still refus'd to taste, And perish'd in our sin. 6 [Pity the nations, O our God, Constrain the earth to come : Stnd thy victorious word abroad, jlAnd brinp; the strangers home. $ifc long to s?c thy chur^cs full, Times and Seasons, fcc. S58, 3^9 That all the chosen race May with one voice, and heart and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace. Times and Seasotis. Morning and Evening. 358. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 491. A morning hymn. 1 r T y O thee, let my' fort offerings rise, JL Whose sun creates the day, Swift as his gladdening influence flies,, And spotless as his ray. 2 This-day thy favouring hand \*e nigh 1 So oft vouchsafe! before J Still may it lead, protect, supply \ And I that hand adore J S If bliss thy providence impart, For which re3ign'd I pray ; Give me to feel the gratful heart V And without guilt be gay ! 4 Affliction should thy love intend, As vice or folly's cure ; Patient to gain that gracious end, May I the means endure ! f> Be this and every future day Still wiser than the past ! And when I all my life survey May grace sustain at last. 359- Short Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 4f>4. A morning Hymn. EE how the mounting sun Pursues his shining way ; And wide proclaims his makers prajse_, With every brightning ray. H 3 6 Times and Seasons, ' 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly parent sing ; And to its great original The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down Beneath his guardian care ; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near ! 4 Thus does thine arm support This weak defenceless frame ; But whence these favor rs. Lord, to me, All worthless as I am ^ 5 O! how shall I repay The bounties of my God ? This feeble spirit pants beneath The pleasing painful load. 6 Dear Saviour to thy cross I bring my sacrifice; Ting'd with thy blood it shall ascend With fragrance to the skies. 7 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord te thee ; And, in thy service, I would spend A long eternity. 360. Long Metre. From I. W. Psalm 65, Part 2. Divine Providence in air, earth and sea ; or, the God of nature and grace. 1 f ■ ^HE God of our salvation hears J[ The groans of Sion roixM with tears: Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thro' all the way his terror shines. 2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's name is kriown. Morning and Evening, 3*0 By nature's feeble light alone. 9 Sailor's that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted soul's to God, When tempests rage and billows roar A dreadful distance from the shore. 4 He bids the noisy tempests cease : £Ie calms tbe raging crowd to peace> When a tumultous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves, 5 Whole kingdoms shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form ; Mountains established by his hand Firm on their old foundations stand, 6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky. New comets blaze and lightnings fly * The heathen lands with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyesv' 7 At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east and leads the day ; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. % Seasons aad times obey his voice ; The ev'ning and the morn rejoice T© see the earth made soft with sbow'rs, Laden with fruit and drest in flow'rs. 9 'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high, He gives the thirsty ground supply ; He walks upon the clouds, and thence t)oth his enriching drops dispense. 10 The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant fiuit the vallies yield ; The vallies shout with cheerful voice^ And neigh b'ring hills repeat their joys. 1 1 The pastures smile in green array, There lambs and larger cattle play t 361 Times and Seasons. Tho larger cattle and the lamb, Each in his language speak thy name. . 1 2 Thy works pronounce thy power divine-; O'er ev'ry field thy glories shine; Thro' ev'ry month thy gifts appear : Grat God, thy goodness crowns the year. 361. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 65, Part 5. The blessings of the Spring ; or, God gives rain- A Psalm for the husbandman. 1 fl OOD is the Lord, the he.'iv'nly King, \JT Who makes the earth his care : Visits trfe pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear. 2 The clouds like rivers rais'd on high, Pour Out at his 'command Their wa't'ry blessings from the sky, To cheer rhe^hirsty land. ^3 The soften' d ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring ; The vallies rich provision yield, And the poor lab'rers sing. 4 The little hilts on ev'ry side Rejoice at falling show'rs ; The meadows dress'd in beauteous pride Perfume the air with flowVs. £ The barren clods refreshed with rain, Promise a joyful crop ; The parched grounds look green again, And raise the reaper*s hope. 5 The various months thy goodness crowns. How bounteous are thy ways ! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downifc And shepherds shout thy praise. Mornings and Evenings, 362 362. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 147. The season of the year. WITH songs and honours sounding loud Address the Lord on high ; Over the heav'ns he spreabs his cloud, And waters veil the sky. ! He sends his showers of blessings down To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in vallies grow. 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry ; But man who tastes his finest wheat Should raise his honours high. t His steady councils change the face Of the declining year : He bids the sun cut short his race? And wint'ry days appear. 5 His hoary frost his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground ; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 5 When from his dreadful stores on high He pours the sounding bail, The wretch that dares his God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends his word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word ; With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Loid; 363, 364 Times and Seasons, Sect 365. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 496». An evening hymn. i f~^i L©RY to thee, my God, this night, \JT For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son ; The i 11 that I this day have done ; That, with the world, myself and thee # I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. S Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may- Rise glorious at the awful day. 4 O let my soul on thee repose ! And may sweet sleep mine eye-lids close •; Sleep that shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I aWake. 5 If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply i Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Praise God, &c. 364. Common Metre. ■From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 497, An evening hymn. I "T^fOW from the altar of our hearts X^| Let flames of lc»ve arise ; Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our evening sacrifice. I Minutes and mercies multiply'd, Have made up all this day ; Minutes came quick but mercies were More swift and free than they. Mew-Year's Day. 365. 3' New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require : 'Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our hearts desire. 4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath se! New time upon our score ; Thee ma)' we praise for all our time., When time shall be no more. New-Year's Day* 365. Tune W.ateerfovd. Prom J.R's. Selection, Hymn 509 Qrateful recollection., ..Ebenezer. 1 Sam. vii. lg, 1 /^OMEjtbou fount of every blessing, \^J Tune my heart to sing thy grace ! Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above r Praise the mount. ...O fix me on it, Mount of God's unchanging love., % Here J raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come ; And r hope by thy good pleasure,- Safely to arrive at home : Jesus sought me when a stranger # Wandering from the fold of God £ He to save my soul from danger Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O ! to grace how great a debtor. Daily I'm constraint to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee ! Brone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; c c 366, 367 Meeting and Parting, Prone to leave the God I love..,. Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above. 366. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 511. The barren Fig-tree. Luke xiii. 6 — *). \ f^i OD of my life, to thee belong \JT The thankful heart, the grateful song Touch'd by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord. 2 Thou hast preservM my fleeting breath, And chas'd the gloomy shades of death ; The venom'd arrows vainly fly, When God, our great Deliverer's nigh. 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ? Why does thy hand so kindly rear A useless cumberer of the ground, On which no pleasant fruits are found r 4 Still may the barren fig-tree stand ! And cultivated by thy hand, Verdure and bloom and fruit afford, Meet tribute to its bounteous Lord. 5 So shall thy praise employ my breath Thro' life, and in the arms of death, My soul the pleasant theme prolong, Then rise to aid th' angelic song. Meeting and Parting. 367. Long Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 514. A 'welcome to Christian friends.... At meeting,. \ ~T£ INDUED in Christ, for his dear sake, JPk- A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake Meeting and Parting. 3 63 The joys which only he can give. 2 To you and us by grace 'tis given, To know the Saviour's precious name % And shortly we shall meet in heaven, Our hope, our way, onr end the same* $ May he, by whose kind care we meet;, Send his good spirit from above. Make our communications sweet.' And cause 6ux hearts to burn with love T 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, When christians see each other thus; . We only wish to speak of him, Who liv'd and dy'd and reigns for US'. 5 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffer'd for us here below ; The path he mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now, S Thus as the moments pass away We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; And hasten on the glorious day, When we shall meet to part no more. 368. Tune Warren. From Hymn 1 19, New Collection. Farewell. FAREWELL my friends, I must be gone^ I have no home, nor stay with you : I'll take my staff and journey on, Till 1 a better country view. Farewell, my loving friends, farewell, Farewell my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound m cords of love; But we believe that gracious word, We all ere long shall meet above. Farewell, we hope ere long to meet above, Farewell old soldiers of the cross, 369 Meeting ; To what thy laws impart Be my whole soul inclin'd ; O lei them dwell within my heart, And sanctify my mind. 7 May the young servant learn, By these to cleanse his way ; And may I here the path discern That leads toendle6s day. Lords' Day SthooC $ f 1 , 3 & 37 1. Long Metre. Prom I. W. Hymn 89* Book ! ♦ Youth end judgment. Eccl. vi. 9. 1 *^7"E sons of Adam, vain and young, ■ Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongu£> Taste the delights your souls ciesire, And give a loose to all your nre. $ Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine ; Enjoy the day of mirth ; but know There is a day of judgment too. S God from on high beholds our thoughts ; JHis book records your secret faults ; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. 4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror thro 1 • Mow will ye stand before his face, Or answer for his injured grace ? 5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities, And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord, Lord's Day school. 372. From J. R's Selection, Hymn 522. Congregation. 1 H^J^W let our hearts conspire to raise X^l A cheerful anthem to his praise Who reigns enthron'd above ; Let music sweet as incense rise, With greatful odors to the skies, -The work of joy and love, 37<> --Lord's Day School* Children. c 2 Teach us to bow before thy face ; Nor let our hearts forget thy grace s Or slight thy providence ; When lost in ignorance we lay, To vice and death an easy prey, Thy goodness snatch'd us thence. Congregation. 3 O what a num'rous race we see, In ignorance and misery, Unprincipled, untaught ? Shall they continue still to lie in ignorance and misery ? We cannot bear the thought. Children. 4 Give Lord each liberal soul to prove The joys of thine exhaustless love ; And while thy praise we sing, JVlay we the sacred scriptures know, And like the blessed Jesus grdw, That earth and heaven may ring. Congregation. $ We feel a sympathising heart, Lord, 'tis a pleasure to impart, To thee thine own we give ; Hear thou our cry, and pitying see, tD let these children live to thee, O let these children live. 373. Common Metre. From J. RS: Selection, Hymn 523. Sunday School. 1 TJLEST is the mart whose heart expand? Jj At meeting pity's call, And the rich blessings of whose hands Like heavenly manna fall. Mercy descending from above. tortus Day School, 57* In softest accents pleads ; ! may each tender bosom move When mercy intercedes. $ Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way To guide untutor'd youth, And lead the mind that went astray To virtue and to truth. 4 Children our kind protection claim, And God will well approve, When infants learn to lisp his narac And their Creator love. 5 Delightful work, young souls to win, And turn the rising race From the deceitful paths of sin, To seek redeming grace. € Almighty God thy influence she*!. To aid this good design : The honours of thy name be spread, And all the glory thine. 374. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 524. Old age approaching ; or, man frail and mortal. I T7STENAL God, enthron'd on high * JCj Whom angel hosts adore ; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, Thy presence I implore. 3 O guide me down the steep of age, And keep my passions cool : Teach me to scan the sacred page, And practise every rule. 3 My flying years time urges on, What's human must decay ; My friends, my young companions gone, Can I expect to stay ? i Can I exemption plead when death $75 Fast and Thanksgiving days. Projects his awful dart ? Can med'cmes then prolong my breath, Or virtue shield my heart ? 5 Ah, no. ...then smoothe the mortal hour, On thee my hope depends : Support me with almigty power, While dust to dust descends. 6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God 1 (While angels join the lay) ; Admitted to the bless'd abode, Its endless anthems pay. 7 Thro' heaven howe'er remote the bound, Thy mstchless love proclaim, And join the choir of saints that sound Their great Redeemer's name. 3?a$t and Thanksgiving days, 375. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 525. For a public fast. \ O EE, gracious God, before thy throne O Thy mourning people bend ! 'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand, Thy dreadful power display ; Yet mercy spares this guilty land, And still we live to pray, 3 GeatGod, and is Columbia spar'ck Ungrateful as we are ! O make thy awful warnings heard, While mercy cries M Forbear. * 4 What land so favor'd of the skies, As these apostate States ! Fast and Thanksgiving days, 1 7& Our numerous crimes increasing rise., Yetstill thy vengeance waits ! How chang'd alas ! are truths divine,! Forerror guilt and shame ! What impious numbers, bold in sip 5 Disgrace the christian name ! Regardless of thy smile or frown,. Their pleasures they require ; And sink with gay indifference down To everlasting fire. O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, By thy resistless grace ; Then shall our hearts obey thy word^ And humbly seek thy face. • Then, should insulting foes invade* We shall not sink in fear ; Secure of never failing aid, If God, our God, is near. 376, Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 526; A hymn for a Fast day. Gen. xviii. 23-^3$^ WHEN Abra.ni, full of sacred awe, ' ; " Before Jehovah stood, And with a humble fervent prayer. For guilty Sodom sued ; With what success, what wondrous grace* Was his petition, crown'd ! The Lord would spare if in the place Ten righteous men were found. And, could a single holy soul So rich a boon obtain ? Great God, and shall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain? Columbia., guilty a^ she is, Htr numerru* saints can bor^t- *77, 378 Fa& and Thanksgiving Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in thy honor' d sight ; Hence in thy precepts and thy fear, Till life's last hour to persevere. 378. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 1 1 6, Part. 2. Th an ks for prh a t e deliver ence I "11ITHAT shall I render to my God For aU hte kindness *hown ' Sickness and Recovery. £Yf; Isly feet shall visit thine abode My songs address thy throne. '2 Among the saints that fill thine houses My offerings shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows; My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God ! How dear thy servants in thy sight ? How precious is their blood ? 4 How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My lif« which thou hast made thy care ; Lord I devote to thee. 3 Now I am thine, forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move : Thy hand hath 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 ; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,, If I forsake the Lord. Sickness and Recovery. 379. Common Metre. From L W. Psalm 6. Complaints in sickness ; or, diseases healed^ 1 "J" N anger, Lord, do not chastise, 1 Withdraw the dreadful storm i Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppressed ; My couch is witness to my tears, d d 380 Sjcfoiess and Recovery. My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days $ I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass. Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more ? My eyes consum'd with grief : How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? 5^ He hears his mourning children speak. He pities all our groans ; And saves us for his mercy's sake. And heals our broken bones. € The virtue of his sovereign word, Restores our fainting breath ; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in dea^h. 380. Common Metre, From I. W. Pgal. 1 16. Recovery from Sickness. 1 T~ Love the Lord he heard my cries, JL And pity'd every groan, Long as I live when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I lov'd the Lord ; he bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away ; O let my heart no. more despair, While I have breath to pray. 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs and iears of hell Perplex my wakeful head. 4 " My God, I cry'd thy servant save. Thou ever good and just ; Thypow'r can rescue from ^he gray'* sickness and Recvcerg. 38 I Thy power is all my trust." 3 The Lord beheld me sore distresf, He bade my pairr- remove : Return my soul, to God thy rest* For thou hast known his love. 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears : Now to his praise Pi. spend my breath. And my remaining years. 381. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 538,. Complaint and hope under great pain,, . LORD, I am pain'd but 1 resiga My body to thy will ; 'Tis grace ,tis wisdom all divine, Appoints the pains I feel. 2 Dark are thy ways of providence, While they who love thee grcaa ; Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense, Mysterious and unknown. 3 Yet nature may have leave tospeak, And plead before her God, Lest the o'erhurden'd heart should break Beneath thine heavy rod. 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears, Give my poor spirit ease : While every groan my Fath erhears, And every tear he sees. "5 [How shall I gforify my God In bonds of grief confm*d f Damp'd is my vigor while this cloti Hangs heavy on my mind. ] 6 Is not some smiling hour at hand With peace upon its wings ? Give it, O God, thy swift command) With all the joys it brings. 3&2 Sickness and Recovery, 582. Common Metre. From J. R's Selection* Hymn 53£, For n time of general sickness* 1 X^EATH, with his dread commissi^ JlJ seal'd, Now hastens to his arms : In awful state, he takes the field? And sounds his dire alarms.. 2 Attendant plagues around him stand* And wait his dread command ; And pa' Book 2, God*& eternal domiwio&, 1 |^ RE AT God, how infinite .art thoo ! ^J What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow* And pay tfreir praise to thee. 2 ' Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made s Thott art 4he ever Jiving God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Nature skkJ time quite naked lie To fcbine rjaoeTOse* survey,. From fche* formation, ©f *h« aicy*. To tEe- g?eat b^Fisisg; day,. fr Eseumity wx£& ail 1 steyeassy S?a»<&- pyese&l ib> tfey vixw % T& e&esdtneV sre&isrg <5>I<3 appears- 2 Great God S fchere^ »*«&£a;g atwr, I Oa'S EvofftW* vawbra reeves asK-dba was,. AnsE v«x r d: witfe terlfeg- ea^ey, Wfetfe" fcltaWC Cte?lKtl S&Stigte fflWWC-fiffl- T ferns' prapd^MnfiftS aiSfalnsy.. » Great €2©€l ? k«w mf&iajge- ait ea^B - ^ bat w«*t-Mes* wogsmy are we £ Let lite whole rasse ©#' oestfage? &&w» Ab^ pay tfeesr praise |©> Jfeee-.? SS&. CexsncHMB Mew*-, From I. W. ^©efe ft Hjomb lf- RISE, srij€ my ssw£, askdl leasee ffee gross*?* . Stsretsfe all Sfej t!so-»gte a&fcad, Arxi z&s&g ©gs> erfij -i®mvrf®5l scraa-il To praise th" ttrssa! GpcL I Los*g e'er tbe loft j skies- were sp* e sd # jdso¥al* fill'd bb tksroie ; Ox Adans fbrBsM,, «r asgtlsiHsdc', Jehovah H**d aksse. J His booc disss yea?s ca© »e*£r decrease, But still maintain their prime * Eternity's bis dwelling place, And Eircr is bis time* I While like a tide oor minutes fiow r The present and the past. He fills his own immortal NOW, And see? out ages waste, 5 The ica and skjf mast psmh tor? ^87 Time and eternity. And vast destruction come : The creatures look ! how old they groW^ And wait their firy doom. 5 Well, let the sea shrink all awa)% And flame melt down the skies, Mv God shall live an endless day, When old creation dies. 38?. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 52, Death dreadful or delightful. I ~j~AEATH 'tis a melancholy day M w To those that have no God, V> hen the poor soul is fore'd away To seek her last abode. % In vain te he.iv'n she lifts her eyes? But guilr, a heavy chain, Still drags her down ward's from the skies, To darkness, fire and pain. ^ Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Let stubborn sinners fear ; You must be driven from earth and dwell A long forever there. 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,, And flashes in your face ; And thou, my soul, look downwards toe, And sing recov'ring grace. 5 He is a God of sovereign love, That promised heaven to me, And taught my soul to soar above, Where happy spirits be. 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day ; Come death, and some celestial baiid^ To bear my soul away. ^ Time and 'eternity ,. gSfe^ S8&. Common Metre*. From I. W \ Book 2 r Hy mn 5 5 . Jvoitf /?/£ and succeeding eternity , TREE weadore, eten«ai name, Audi feurnbly own tofcfeeey How feeble a our mortal frame » What dying; wotehs are- we t [On* wasting liven- £t©w snorter sti IS, As-msmlhs and days ki crease £ An4 ev'ry ©eating pu-ise we tell^. .Leaves- but the number less* The year k>Hs round, and steals • awsjr The breatli that -first it gave r Wbate*ejs we do* where'er we be* We're travlingfo-fche grave*]; Dashers- staisd tfhkk th*©* ali thegmm^ T© pfcste us 1» the tom& ; ; And jieiee diseases. wast around^ TokuTry mentais-hcrme.. GaGd'Cocr* !i en* wba£ a slender threas? Hang, ewrlasting:. thrag* I Tk' eternal- states' oi a.JJ : #e dead' Up©» rtrW ieeble strings !nfbitepy r ©? endless woe Allen da on ; ev'ry breath; ;. And yet lovr mreoncef b>*& we g® tTp©&fchebpi«&©£ deatk- Waken^ €> Lo$d.,. our drowsy ?ensr To- walk this dang'rous road : And if o»b souls ape nu^'d heneev May they be fend; with. G©<£, S8£, 39.0 Death. 089. Long Metre, From J. R's Selection, Hymn 54& Eternity joyful and tremendous. 1 "C^'ERWTY is just at hand : JL_i And shall I wasje my ebbing sand, And careless view departing day, . And throw my inch of time away I 2 Eternity, tremendous sound ! To guilty souls a dreadlul wound ! But O ! if Christ and heaven be mine, How sweet the accents ! how divine 5- 3 Be this my chief, my only care, My high pursuit, my ardent prayer, An interest in the Saviour's blood, My pardon seal'd, and peace with God. 4 But should my brightest hopes be vain, The rising dou%t, how sharp itspain J My fears, O gracious God, remove, Speak mean object of thy love. 5 Search, Lord, O search my inmost hear?" And light, and hope, and joy impart From guilt and error set me free, And guide me safe to heaven and thee* Death. 390. Common Metre. From J, R's, Selection, Hymn 550. Death and t ternity. \ T\/J"Y thoughts that often mount the akie ■ JJy JL Go, search the world beneath, Where nature all in ruin lies, And owns her sovereign death. 2 The tyrant how he triumphs here :* * -Bnti/iUi-Fidds. Death. 391,392. His trophies spread around i And heaps of dust and bones appear Thro 4 all the hollow ground. } These sculs what ghastly figures now ' How loathsome to the eyes ! These are the heads we lately knew So beauteous and so wise, h But where the souls, those deathless things, That left their dying clay ? My thoughts now stretch out all your wings, And trace eternity ! j O that unfathomable sea ! Those deeps without a shore J Where living waters gently play, Or fiery billows roar. > There we shall swim in heavenly bliss, Or sink in flaming- waves, While the pale carcase breathless lies Among the silent graves. Prepare us, Lord, for thy right hand, u Then come the joyful day. Come death, and some celestial band* To beer our souls, away/' * 3-91. Long Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 91 . idvice to youth ; or, old age and death in an un- converted state. EccL xii. 1,7. Isa. Ixv. 20. NOW in'the heat of youthful blood ■ Remember your creator God : Behold the months come hastening on, When you shall say, My joys are gone Behold the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With endless curses on his head. The dust returns to dust again : ;?9£ Ikatk* The sou! 1-a agonies of pain Asce ids to G&d i -not there to dwell, Bui bears her doena awd sinks io hell. 4 Eternal King, i feai thy uamc, Teach me to know how frail I atn ; And when my soul must hence remove, Give me 2. mansion iq thy Jove. 39$« Common M>?re. From i. W. Book 2„ Hymn 28, Dteaib To Hear it safe above. '5 Jesus to thy dear faithful hand, My naked soul I trust ; And my flesh waits for thy command* To drop into my dust. Qeath. 3 ; 93, 394 393. Long Metr,e. From I. VV. Hyroi 31 , Book 2. Christ's presence ?nakes death east/. 1 "WT^Y should we start and fear to die I j f What tinYrous worms we mortal s are ' Death is the gate to endless joy, And yet we' dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife Fright owr approaching souls away j Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 Oh I if my Lord would come and meet* My soul should stretch her wings in haste. Fly fearless thro* death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head ? And breathe my life out sweetly there, 39-i. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 66, A prospect of Ji da veu makes dtoth easy. 1 fTnH£RE is a land of pure delight, JL Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. M There everlasting spring abides And never-with*ring flow'rs : Death like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. 3 [Sweet fields Deyond the swelling floods, Stand dress'd in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolt'd between. 4 But tim'rous mortals start a^d •brink, ft • ' S95 Death.. To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, And tear to launch away.] 5 Oh 1 could we make our doubts remove* These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes ! 6 Couid we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream- nor death's cold flood, Should fright u? from the shore. 395. Common Metre. From L W. Book 1, Hymn If). The son>: &f Simeon ; or. death made, desirable', Luke i; 27, Sec. 1 TT ORD, at thy temple we appear, JLi As happy Simeon came, Ana hope to meet our Saviour here ; O make our joys the same, 2 With what divine and vast delight The good old man was fill'd, When fondly in his wither'd arms Ke cUsp'd the Holy child : 3. "\owJ can leave this world," he cry*6\ *« Behold thy servant dies ; I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, And close my peaceful eyes. 4 This is the light nrepar'd to shine Upon the Gentile lands, Thine Israel's glory and their hope,. To break their slavish bands." 5 [Jesus ! the vision of thy face Fath overpowYmg charms ! Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, I.f Christ >e in mv arm£ Death, $96 -6 Then will ye hear my heart-strings breaks How sweet my minutes roll ? A mortal paleness on my cheek. And glory in my soul.] 396*. Long Mrtre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 554. J)esirlii* to depart and be •with Christ. Phis, i. 23„ 1 XTKTHILE on the verge of life I stand, y V And view the scene on either hand* My spirit' struggles with my clay, And longs to wing its flight away. 2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be, And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see : Earth, twine no more about my heart, For 'tis far better to depart. 3 Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrims home J. Ye know the way to Jesus' throne, Source of my joys, ami of your ow'ftj, 4 That blissful interview, how sweet 1 To fall transported at his feet ! Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, Thro* the full beamings of his gracej. ^S As with a seraph's voice to sing 1 To fly as on a Cherub's wing ! Performing with unwearied hands, The present Saviour's high commands, -5 Yet, with these prospects full in sighl> We'll wait thy signal for the flight* Fo r while thy service we pursut> W e ita'4-a heaven in «JJ we d«. S9T Death. $97- Common Metre. From J. Il's Selection, Hymn 555. The presence of God worth dying for ; or, the deat '- of Moses. Deut. xxxii. 4y. 50. xxxiv. 5. 1' IT ORD, 'tis an infinite delight 1 A To see thy lovely face, To dwell whole ages in thy sight, And feel thy vital rays. 2' This Gabriel knows, and sings thy name, With rapture on his tongue ; , Moses, the saint, enjoys the same. And heaven repeats the song. 3 While the bright nation sounds thy praiwt F rom each eternal hill, Sweet odours of exhaling grace The happy regions fill. 4 Thy love a sea without a shore, Spreads life and joy abroad ; O 'tis a heaven worth dying for, To see a smiling God ! 5 Sweet was the journey to the sky, The wond'rous prophet try'd ; * Chmb up the mount,' < says God and die, 1 The prophet climb'd and died. 5 Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his Maker's breast : HU Maker kiss'd his soul away, And laid nis flesh to rest. 7 She'w me rliyface and I'll away From il! inferior things ; Speak, Lord, am- here 1 quit my clay, And stretch my airy wings-. T .398. Common Metre. !From J. R's Selection, Hymn 556. \ ^Children dying in their infancy in the arms of Je* sus. Matt. xix. 14. HY life I read my dearest Lord, With transport all divine ; Thine image trace in every word, Thy love in every line. *J Methinks I see a thousand charms Spread o'er thy loveiy face, While infants in thy tender arms Receive the smiling grace. 3 ** I take these lambs," said he, tc And lay them in ray breast: Protection they shall find in me, In r»e be ever blst. 4 Death may the bands of life uniose, But can't dissolve my love : Millions of infant souls compose The family above. 5 Their feeble frames my pow'r shall raise, And mould with heavenly skill : I'll give them tongues to sing my praise.. And hands to do my will." 6 His words the happy parents hear, And shout with joys divine, Dear Saviour, all we have and are Shall be forever thine* 399. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 557* At the funeral of a young person, WHEN blooming youth is snatched awr^r By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity must demand* ECS 403 Death. o While pity prompts the rising sigh/ -"nay this truth, imprest With a^vfuj power — i too must die — Sink deep in every breart. Let this vain world engage no more :" Behold the gaping tomb ! It t.i is us seize the present hour, To-morrow death may come. The vo.ee of this alarming scene May every heart obe> ; Nor be the heavenly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray. O let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose powerful arm can save ; Then shall our hopes ascend on high. And triumph o'er the grave. Great God thy sovereign grace impart, With cleansing, healing power ; This only can prepare the heart For death's surprising hour. 400. Short Metre. From J. It's. Selection, Hymn 561- Preparatiori for death. Matt- xxv. 44. PREPARE me gracious God, f o stand before thy face : Thy spirit must the work perform, 1 or it is all of grace, In Christ's obedience clothe, And wash me in his blood : So shall I lift my head with joy, Among the sons of God. Do thou my sins subdue, Thy sovereign love make known ; The spirit of my m.nd renew, AftU save me in thy son, Death. 401.40/2 4> Let me attest thy power, Let me thy goodness prove, 'Till my full soul can hold no more Of everlasting love. 401. Short Metre. From I. W. Psalm 90- The frailty and shortness of life, 1 T ORD, what a feeble piece 1 A Js this our mortal frame ! Our life how poor a trifle'tis, That scarce deserves the name I & Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first ! And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day, 'Tis mould'rins: back to dust.. 3 Our moments fly apace, Our feeble pow'rs decay, Swift as a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away, 4 Yet, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, W'U spend them all in wisdom's way : And let them speed their fight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestous sea ; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. 402. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 56.6. Comfort under the loss of ministers. 1 "^kTO^V J et our drooping hearts revive,. JL^I And all our tears be dry ; Why should those eyes be drown'd in„grief.- Which view a Saviour nigh ? 3 What tho* the arm cf conquering death 403 Death: Does God's own house invade ? What tho* the prophet and the pries* Be number'd with the dead ? 3 Tho* earthly shepherds dwell in dusf, The aged and the young. The watchful eye in darkness clos'd. And mute th' instructive tongue : 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still surveys New comfort to impart ; His eye still guides us, and his voice Still animates our heart. 6 i( Lo I am with you,*' saith the Lord* " My church shall safe abide ; For I will ne'er forsake my own, Whose souls in me confide." 5 Thro* every scene of life and death. This promise is our trust : And this shall be our children's song", When we are cold in dust. 403. Tune Jrgr/U-. From Hymn 66, New Collection* 1 A H lovely appearance of death 1 JTjL No sight upon earth is so fair ; Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compate : With solemn delight I survey The corps when the spirit is fled, In love with the beautiful clay, And longing to lie in its stead. 2 How blest is our brother, bereft Of all that could burthen his mind, How easy the soul that hath left This wearisome body behind ! Of avil incapable Thou, Whose relics with envy I see. Death. 4*33 No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. 5 His body affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain, The war in the members is o'er ; And never shall vex him again : Jtfo anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay ; "Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. 4 The languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching are o'er, The quite immoveable breast Is heav'd by affliction no more ; The heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain^ It ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again. 5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep : The fountains can yield no supplies, ' These hollows from waters are free. The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 6 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breath, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death ; W r hat now with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become, My spirit created a-new, My flesh be consig'd to the tomb. 404, 405 Death, 404. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 63. A funeral thought. / \ 1 W ARK ! from the tomb? a doleful souno% M. JL My ears attend the cry, 4i Ye living men come view the ground Where you must shortly iie» iB Princes, this clay mu6t be your bed, In spite of all your tow'rs ; The tail, the wise, the rev'rend head, Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom } And are weatill secure ! Still walking downwards to our tomb, And yet prepare no more ? 4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly ; Then, when we drop this dying flesh. We'll rise above the sky. 405. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 49. Moses dying in. the embraces of God. 1 ~W~"YEATH cannot make our souls afraid* 1 3 If God be with us there ; We may walkthrough the darkest shade, And never yield to fear. 2 I could renounce my all below, If my Creator bid ; And run, if I were calTd to go, And die as Moses did. S- Might I but .climb to Pi gah's top, And view the promis'd land, My flesh itself should long to drop, And pray for the command. 4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms* liesurrtction of the hady. 40$ I would forget my breath, And lose my life among the charms Of so divine a death. Resurrection of the body.. 406. Short Metre. From 1. W. Book 2, Hymn 110. Iriumvh over death, in the hopes of the resurrec- tion. 1 A *^ mast this body die. ? JLX This mortal frame decay ? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay ? & Corruption, earth and worms, Shall but refine this flesh, *Till my triumphant spirit comes> To put it on afresh, S God my Redemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down and watches all my dusfr^ *Ti 1 he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace, Shall these vile bodies shine, Andev'ry shape, and ev'ry face Look keav'-oly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love ; We would adore his grace below. And sing his pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs. Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. 407, 408 Resurrection of the hedy, . 407. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 6. Triumph over death. Job. xix. 25, 26, 2jj 1 f^* MEAT God, I own the sentence jusr^ vJT And nature must decay ; I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow-clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave* And trampled on the tomb; My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, My God, my Saviour comes. 3, The mighty Conqueror shall appear High on a soyal seat, And death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquished at his ftct., 4 Though greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh, When God shall build my bones again, He'll clothe them all aiVesh ; £ TUen shall I see thy lovely face With strong immortal eyes, And feast upon thy unknown grace With pleasure and surprise. 408. Tune Rodney's Glory. From Hymn 110, New Collection. Triumph ov^r death. I TTOYV happy every child of grace, JTX The soul that's fill'd with joy and peace 1 That bears the fruita of righteousness, And kept by Jesu's power, Their trespasses are allforgiv'n, Thi antedate the joys ofhecvv'' In raptuious lays Shout the praise. Of Jesu's grace. To a lost race Resurrection of the fofcfy; 4t)0 Of pinners brought to happiness Through the'atoning blood of Jesus, 2 Satan may tempt, and hell may rage* And all the powers of earth besiege ; Their united strength at once engage To pluck a soul from Jesus. The faithful soul laughs them to scorn, Me*s heaven bound, lie's heaven born, He'll watch and pray* Night and day* Fight his way. Win the day, And all his enemies dismay, Thro* the mighty name of Jesus. $ O monster, Death, thy sting isdrawn? O, boasting Grave, no trophies won, The saint triumphs thto' grace alone. To praise the name of Jesus. At length he bids the world adiea, With all its vanity and shew — The soul it flies, Thro 4 the skies, To Paradise, And joins its voice, In rapturous lays of iove, to praise The glorious name of Jesus. 5 When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound. And rend the rocks convulse the ground. And swears that time is at an end, Ye dead arise to judgment, See lightnings flash, and thunders roll, This earth wrapt like a parchment scroll* Comets blaze, Sinners raise, Dread Amaze, And horrors seize 40Q Tfie day of Judgment. The guilty sons of Adam's race, Unsav'd from sin by Jesus. 5 The christian fill'd with rapturous joy, JVIidsi flaming worlds he mounts on high To meet his Saviour in the sky, And see the face of Jesus. The soul and body reunite, And fill'd with glory infinite, Blessed day, Christians say, Will you pray, That we may All join that happy company, To praise the name of Jesus, The day of Judgment. 409. Long Metre. From J'. R's. Selection, Hymn 570. Sinners and Saints in the wreck of Nature. Isa\ %xiv. 18 — 20. 1 TTJf OW great, how terrible that God, JLJl Who shakes creation with his nod * .He iiowns — earth, sea, all nature's frame Sink in one universal flame. 2 Where now, O where shall sinners seefc For shelter in the general wreck ! Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown ? See rocks, like snow, dissolving down. 3 In vain for mercy now they cry : In lakes of liquid fire they lie ; There on the flaming billows tost, Forever— O forever lost. 4 But sair.ts undaunted and serene Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene; Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire, The day of Judgment. 410,411 And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 3 Jesus the helpless creature's friend. To thee my all I dare commend ; Thou canst preserve my feeble soul, When lightnings blaze from pole to pole, . 410. Long Metre. From J. ft's. Selection, Hymn 571. The books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 1 "]%/■" E'i'H INKS the last gfeat day is come, -LtJL Methinks 1 hear the trumpet sound That shakes the earth, rends every tomb, And wakes the prisoners under ground. 2 The mighty deep g^ives up her trust, Aw'd by the Judge's high command : Both small and great now quit their dust, And round the dread tribunal stand. S Behold the awful books display'd, Big with the important fates of men : Each deed and word now public made. As wrote by heaven's unerring pen. 4 To every soul the books assign The joyous or the dread reward : Sinners in vain lament and pine, No pleas the judge will here regard. 9 Lord, when these awfujjeaves unfold, May life's fair book my soul approv There may I read my name enro 1 And triumph in Redeeming lov 411. Short Metr' From J. R's Selection f ^The final sentence and misery a 4 " xxv. 41 I A ND will the Ju J7X_ And mustth' And not a single sou 4"1 2 The day of Judgment. His all-discerning eyes ? 3 And from his righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound ; And thro' the num'rous guilty throng 1 , Spread black despair around ? 3 " Depart from me, accursed To everlasting flame, " For rebel angels first prcpar'>se the sleeping dead : ind saints and angels *uhed head : Son of God. » harpers, The day of Judgment. 4^ % Thro* th' eternal deep resounds J Now resplendent shine his nail-prints* Every eye shall see his wounds ; They who piere'd him Shall at his appearance wail. 3 Full of joyful expectation, oait.ts behold the judge appear r Truth and justice go before him, Now the joyful sentence hear :" Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome, Judge divine^ % feme, ye blessed of my Father, if Enter into life and joy : Banish jli your fears and sorrows, Endiess praise be your employ :?* Hr.lielujah, U ekoine» welcome to the skies. 5 Now at once they rise to glory Jesus brings them to the King ; There with all the hosts of heaven., They eternal anthems sing : Hallelujah, Boundless glory to the Lamb. 413. Tune Conquest* From J. R's Selection, Hymn 57fe. Judgment. Rev. i. 7. vi. 14 — 17. xxii. 17. 20. 1 ~JT~ O ! he comes with clouds descending, _i_J Once for favor*d sinners slain ! Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train : Halleiujah, Jesus now shall ever reign. £ Every eye shall now behold him, Rob'd in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold hiir> 2 Jf2 4 14 The day of Ju.dginer:t. Pieiy'd and nail'd him to the tree,. Deeply wailing, Shall the great Messiah see. 3 Every islar.d, sea, and mountain, Heaven and earth shall flee awayr All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day ; Come to judgment ! Come to judgment ! come away 4 Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear ! All his saints by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air \ Hallelujah, See the day of God appear ! 3_ Answer thine own bride and Spirit, Hasten Lord the general doom ! The new heaven and earth t* inherit, Take thy pining exiles home : 1 All creation . * Travails groans, and bids thee come ! 6 Yea 1 Amen ! let all adore thee, High on thine exalted throne ; Saviour take the power and glory : Claim the kingdoms for thine own ! O come quickly : Hallelujah ! come Lord, come ! 414. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 62. God the Thunderer; or, the last Judgment*— and hdl* i OING to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts, >3 And thou, O earth, adore ; * Made in a great sudden stem of thunder , Au- gust 20th 16Q7 r • 'The- day of Judgmen i . 415' Letcieath and hell thro' all their coasts,* Stand trembling at his pow'r. His sounding chariot shakes the sky, He makes the clouds his throne ; There all his stores of lightning lie, 'Till vengeance darts them down. His nostrils breathe out firey streams, And + Vom his awful tongue A sov'reign voice divides the flames', And thunders roar along. Think, O my soul, the dreadful day When their incensed God Shall rend the sky and burn the sea, And fling his wrath abroad! What shall the wretch, the sinner do ? He once defy'd the Lord ; But he shall dread the tliundYer now, And sink beneath his word, Tempests of angry fire shall roli> To blast the*otf?I worm, And beat upon his naked soul in one eternal storm. 415. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 50. The last Judgement ; or, the Saints rewarded, THE Lord, the Judge before has throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nation near the rising sun, * And near the western sky. No more shall bold blasphemers sayj Judgment will ne'er begin ; No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. Thron'd d on a cloud our God shall come. . Bright flames prepare his way 3 4 i 6 ffeti and Heaven* Thunder and darkness, fire and storifc Lead on the dreadfu! day. 4 Heav'n from above his call .sha^ hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom. 3 " But gather all my saints (he cries) Whose peace is made with God,, By the Redeemer's sacrifice, And sealed with his blood. $ Their faith and works brought forth to lighi> Shall make the world confess My sentence of reward is ri^ht, And heav'n adore rny gvace." Hell and Heaven. 416. Long Metre From J. R's. Selection, Hvmn 582. Thzrich man and LaZaruu Luke xvi. 25. N what confusion e^Y^ appears, God's dearest children bath'd in tears; While they who heaven itself deride, Riot in luxury and pride. But patient let my soul attend ; And ere I censure view the end ; That end how different who can tell ? The wide extremes of heaven and hell. See the red flames around him twine, Who did in gold and purple shine ! Nor can his tongue one drop obtain T* allay the scorching of his pain. While round the saints so poor below, Full rivers of salvation flow ; On Abram's breast he leans his head? And banquets on celestial bread. *I Hell and He a vefci 4 1 7 T Jesus, my Saviour, let me share •The meanest of thy servant-: fare ; May I at last approach to taste The blessings of thy marriage feast. 41 7. Common M?tre. From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 2. The death of a sinner. l' "T\/f"Y thoi%hts on awful subjects roll* JLyJL Damnation and the dead ; What hcrrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed. 2 Ling'ring about these mortal shores. She makes a long delay, 'Ti ; J, like a flood with rapid force Death sweeps the wretch away. S* Then, swift and dreadful, she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends, Herself a frighted ghost. 4* There endless crouds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains : Tortured with keen despair they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood For their own guilt atones. Nor the compassion of a God, Shall hearken to their groans. <3 Amazing grace, that kept my breathv * Nor bid my soul remove, 'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death* And we!! insur'd his love ! ^i8, 419 Utaven. 418. Long Metre. From J. R*6. Selection, Hymn 58J. \ Q INNER, O why so thoughtless grown J O Why in such dreadful haste to die » Daring to leap to worlds unknown, Heedless against thy God to fly ? 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams, Madly attempt the infernal gate, And force thy passage to the flames ? 3 Stay sinner on the gospel plains, Behold the God of love unfold The glories of his dying pains. Forever telling, yet untold. 419. Common Metre. ; From I. W. Book 2, Hymn 1 07. The everlasting absence of God intoltrebU* 1 r T^HAT awful, day will surely come, A Th' appointed hour makes haste. When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. % Thou lovely chief of till my joys, Thou Sov' reign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, Depart ! £ The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. 4 [What, to be banish'd for ray life. And yet forbid to die ; To linger in eternal pain, Yet death forever fly ? J> Oh, wretched state of deep despair To see mv God remove, Heaven. 42Q And fix my doleful station whcrfe- I must not taste his love ! 6 Jesus, 1 throw my arms around And hang upon thy breast ; Without a gracious smile from thee My spirit cannot rest. 7 Oh 1 tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands, Show me some promise in thy book. Where my salvation stands. 8 [G\\z me one kind assuring word, To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten. 420. Long Metre. From J. W. Book 2, Hymn 23. The Mpht of God and Christ in heaven. 1 T^^SCEN D from heav'n immortal Dove, J 3 Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things*: 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, Where c olid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the sou!. S O for a sight, a pleasant sight Of our Almighty Father's throne ! There sits our Saviour crown'd with light, Cloth'd in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and pow'rs before him fall ; The God shines gracious through the man. And sheds sweet glories on them all. r O what amazing joys they feel, While to their golden har*ps they sing'. > " "' m 421,422 lleat£». And sit on ev'ry heav'nly hii], And spread the triumphs of their King* 5 hen shall the day, dear Lord, appear That 1 shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amongst 'em there., And view thy face, and sing and love ? 421. Common Metre. From I. W. Book 1, Hymn 62. Christ Jesus the Lymb of God worshipped by j£ the creation. Rev. v. 1 1 , 12, 13. i /"""lOME let us join our cheerful songs, \^y With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues- But al^their joys are one. 3 Worthy the Lamb that dy'd they cry To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us, :> Je^usis worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine : And blessings more than we can give, Be 1 -ord, forever thine. -i Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories hi^h, And speak thine endless praise. 1 Tne whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne. And to adorethe Lamb. 4*32. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 585* The joys of lititveu. ■ \ j^lOME, Lord, and warm each tail \ V^' heart, I Inspire e tongue « Vith sounds seraphic ring ; L-nd, 'end your wings, I mount, { fly, ( grave ! where is thy victory ! O death ! where is thy sting ? 425. Common Metre. From I. W. Psalm 90, Part g. / Breathing after Heaven, t 1 ~|3 ETURN, O God of love, return j, _fij|> Earth is a tiresome place : How long shall we thy children mourn Our absence from thy face i £ Let heav'n succeed our painful yeais, Let sin and sorrow cease* And in proportion to our tears, So make our joys increase. 3 Thy woncVrs to thy servants show. Make thy own work complete ; Then shall our sould thy glory know y And own thy love was great. 4 There we shall shine before ihy throne In all thy beauty Lord ; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward. 42£. Common Metre. From Hymn 26, New cwu.^ He hath prepared for them a City. JERUSALEM ! my happy home, O how I long for thee 1 When will my sorrows have an end f Thy joys when shall I see ? 2 Thy walls are all of precious stonev Most glorious to behold ! Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are pavM with gold. / , 3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant gree*^ > Heavejix My study long have been ; Such sparkling light by human sight, Has never yet been seen. 4 If heaven be thus. O ! golorious, Lord, Why should 1 stay from thence ? Wbat folly 'tis that I should dread To die and go from hence. 5 Reach down, re*ch dawn thine arm of And cause me to ascend, [grace^ Where congregations ne'er break up, And sabath never end ! 6 Jesus my love, to glory's gone, Him will I go and see, And all my brethren hefefcelow, Will soon come after me. 7 Millions of years around m.y run, Our songs shall still go on, To praised the Father and the Son, And Spirit three in one. 427. Tune The Lilly. From Hymn 120, New Collection. Longing for Heaven. ,"I*TN heaven's my home, my treasure's all JL above, Thatja-^ ^i-cice, and pure unchanging love. Where my dear friends with God are ever blest, 1 * lo "g with them to share the promi's rest. I here Jesus, my almighty Saviour reigns, And scatters bliss thro* all (he heavenly plains; W hat transports all his ransonVd* people prove ? V^iie they enjoy his smiles and taste hit love. Dear Lord ! this world has nothing to impart. Heaven* 4* To sooth the pains of my poor longing- heart ; I languish Saviour, to behold thy face ; And dwell forever in thy fond embrace ._ Come then, Lord Jesus, graciously appear, Thy smites aione my drooping soul can ( cheer ; For thee I pant, for the alone I grieve ; For peace, true peace, is only thine to give 9 Roll on, ye wheels of time, and bring the day^ When I shall quit this tenement of clay ; To join the triumphs of the randsom'd throng,, Where Jesu's love inspire the raptur'd song. 428. Common Metre. From J. R's. Selection, Hymn 588. The eceria.st.ing song. EARTH has en^ross'd my love too long, 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, And to m y native skies. There the blest man my Saviour sits s The God how bright he shines 1 And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. Seraphs with elevated strains, Circle the throne around : And move and charm the starry plains. With an immortal sound. Jesus, the Lord, their harps employ ; Jesus my love they sing : Jesus the life of both our'joys, Sounds sweet from every string. [Hark, how beyond the narrow bound* Of time and space they run ; And echo in majestic sounds 4& && Heaven. The Godhead of the Son 1 & And now they sink the lofty tune* And gentler notes they play ; And bring the Father's equal down To dwell in humble clay. ?-"0 sacred beauties of the man { (The God resides within :) His flesh all pure without a stain ; His soul without a sin : a But when to Calvary they turn, Silent their harps abide ; Suspended songs, a moment, mourn The God that Jov'd and dy'd. § Then all at once, to living strains They summon every chord ; Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains, And chaunt the rising Lord.] i-0 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too ; My heart, my hand, my ear my tongue, Here's joyful work for you. li I would begin the music here, And so my soul should rise ; O for some heavenly notes to bear My passions to the sides ! VZ There ye th$t love my Saviour sit : Tnere I would fain have plac°. Among your thrones, or at your feet, So I might te« hit face. Z>oxoiigie9. 429, 30, 3 1, 32, *, 429. C. M. TO Father Son and Holy Ghost Who made the earth and heaven, Of equal dignity possest, Be equal honors given. 430. C. M. * OpHE God of mercy be ador'd, H Who cc is our souls from death, Vv ho saves by his redeeming Word And new creating breath. 2 To praise the Father and the Son, And Spirit all divine, w The One in Three and Threfc in One, Let saints and angels join. 431. S. M. TO the eternal Three, In will and essence One, Be universal homage paid* Coequal Iionors done. 432. S. M. I TT ET God the Maker's name, 1 4 Have honor, love and fear To God the Saviour pay the same, And God the comforter. 3 Father of lights above, J Thy mercy we adore, The Son of thy eternal love, / And Spirit of thy pow'r« 433. L. M. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flew Praise him all creatures here below, Praise him above ye heavenly host, Praise Y'" \her, Son and Hofy Ghostl ^ 3lfj 36, 37, 38 OoioHgies, 434 L- M . I f^i LORY to God the Trinity, %J[ Whose name has mysteries unknown, In essence One, in persons Threa ; A social nature, yet alone. 9 When all our noblest pow'rs are join'd, The honors of thy name to raise ; Thy glories over-match our mind, Nor angels reach thy highest praise. 435. 10s. C"1 I VE glory to God, ye children of men, >f And publish abroad, again and again, The Son's glorious merit, the Father's free grace ; The gifts of the Spirit, to Adam's lost race'. 435. 8. 8. 6. TO Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Be praise amid the heavenly host, And in the church be3ow ; From whence all creatures djrevr their breath, By whom redemption bless'd tfie.f .stb, From whom all comforts flow i 437. 7s. GLORY to the Father's name, Jesus's excellence proclaim, Sing the blessed Spirit's praise, AngeU swell the notes we raise. 438. 8s. PRAISE Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Ye suffering and triumphant host ; One God, in persons three adore, The same in majesty and pow'r : Shout to the great Jehovah's praise ' r « cons of glory am} «f grace. - *