FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY fectioc VWO X& OF PKlfift ORIGINAL" ' ^4^ HYMNS AND POEMS, WRITTEN BY A PRIVATE CHRISTIAN, FOR HIS OWN USE : AND PUBLISHED AT THE EARNEST DESIRE OF FRIENDS. By JAMES GRANT. THIRD EDITION, WITH BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR. While I live will I praise the Lord ; / will sing unto my God while 1 have any being. — Psalm cxlvi. 2. Sonlion: Daniel Sedgwick, 81, Sun Street, Bishopsgate Street ; Hamilton, Adams, & Co., Paternoster Row. MDCCCLXII. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR. Mr. James Grant, author of the following Hymns, was one of those humble but useful christians whose sphere of labour was too limited to furnish incidents sufficiently attractive to excite the attention of the public, but whose labours were nevertheless so much blessed and honoured as to enable his name and memory to be held in remem- brance. He was descended from parents who, though not moving in the higher walk of life, yet contributed much within their own peculiar department to promote the best inte- rests of the community amongst whom they lived, and appear to have carefully trained their son, by a sound relioious education, to follow in their steps. The exact place and year in which Mr. Grant was born has not been ascertained ; but it is probably in Edinburgh, at the beginning of the last century ; where after finishing such education as was suited to his rank and circumstances, he was apprenticed to an ironmonger. This trade he afterwards successfully prosecuted on his own account, carrying it on in a shop situated in a place which, in those days, was well known as the "West Bow of Edinburgh ; and there he resided during the greater part of his life. He married in the year 1731, and by this marriage had several children. This union subsisted for forty years, when it pleased God to remove his dear partner, who died in 1771. After remaining eight years a widower, he married, a second time, in 1779, a daughter of the Rev. Mr. Plenderleath, one of the ministers of the Tolbooth Church, Edinburgh, with whom he enjoyed sweet fellowship during the short period this union subsisted, which was not above six years, Mr. Grant having died on the 1st January, 1785. His modest and unpretending habits kept him from obtruding himself on public notice ; but in business, he uniformly maintained a character of strict uprightness in his dealings, and great punctuality in his many engage- ments ; whilst the benevolence of his heart ever showed itself in acts of christian kindness towards those with whom he came in contact. IV BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. But whilst naturally retiring in his disposition, and never courting pre-eminence, his upright and consistent conduct so commanded the confidence of his fellow-citizens, that he was repeatedly chosen to represent their interests in the municipal government of the city ; and office was taken by him from a deep conviction that it was a duty to do what lay in his power for the benefit of those around him. In 1746 and 1747, he held the office of Treasurer to the Town Council of Edinburgh ; in 1749, and 1752, he was elected to the office of the magistracy ; and during 1754 and 1755, he served as Dean of Guild. He would have been invested with the highest offices in the Town Council, and might have been Lord Provost, or Chief Magistrate, but this he positively declined to hold, as it involved regular attendance on one of the city churches, where he did not consider that the Gospel was fully and freely preached, if preached at all. At that time, a fine was imposed on those in office who did not attend the services in the church referred to, which fine, rather than violate his conscience, he paid. Still, he was a mem- ber of the established Church of Scotland, and belonged to the congregation of the Tolbooth Church, where it is believed he was also an office bearer. A warm friend to every benevolent enterprise, Mr. Grant took a particular interest in the prosperity of the Orphan Hospital in Edinburgh, which had been established in 17'H and which was much extended in its resources in the interval of 1741 and 1768, through the unwearied exer- tions of that eminent servant of God, the Rev. George Whitefield. In these exertions, Mr. Grant warmly co- operated, and proved himself during his life one of the steadiest friends to that institution ; and m testimony of the interest he took in it, the proceeds of the first two editions of the Hymns now reprinted were devoted to its funds His name also appears in the year 1756, as taking •m active part in a society which had been formed mEdm- bursh for the purpose of promoting religious knowledge, the object of which was to distribute gratuitously, bibles, and plain practical works on religious subjects among the P °Mr Chant maintained an intimate friendship with several of the most, zealous and devoted christians, espe- cially ministers, with whom he kept up a constant corre- Btiondence. The nam.- 6f some of these it may be mte- SugS mention: the Rev. Mr. Plenderleath Edm- u V-theK,v. Mr.Middleton;theRev.^.Tra,l,Caiel. Baa- the Rev. Mr. RiccaKon ; the Rev. Mr. Davidson, BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. V Braintree. The letters to the last-named individual are very numerous. In 1761, Mr. Grant, as appears trom his correspondence, went to Bath by the advice of his medical attendant, continuing there for a short time. And though at this period his constitution was greatly impaired, yet he subsequently recovered so far as to be able to continue his former occupation. During his whole lifetime, his health was far from robust, and for many years he laboured under serious complaints ; yet such was his desire to redeem time, and occupy the talents given him, that it was his practice to rise very early, both during winter and sum- mer, and was able to devote the morning hours without interruption to meditation, prayer, and study (his great delight being in reading the scriptures). In 1784 his health becjan to give way ; and for several months at the close of that year he was confined to bed, and for six weeks previous to his death was a constant sufferer. But he bore all with calmness and resignation, expressing himself as ..being one whose cup through life had been made to run over, and as now waiting to be in the house of the Lord for ever. In this spirit he entered into his rest and reward on the 1st of January, 1785. The pieces contained in this volume are characterised by scriptural truth and deep piety, more than by any striking talent or poetic genius. Delighted with the old Scotch Melodies, but disliking the words to which they were set, Mr. Grant composed the Hymns and Poetical Pieces contained in the volume that they might be substi- tuted. The Xlth hymn was composed on hearing a favourite servant singing the tune called " Alloa House ; " the XVIth to that of the " Yellow-haired Laddie ; " the XHIth was composed on the death of one of his grand- children ; and the Hnd poem was addressed to the Rev. Mr. Davidson, of Braintree, Essex. The hymn, however, by which Mr. Grant is best known, is one to be found in almost all collections of sacred poetry, viz. : " O Zion ! afflicted with wave upon wave." ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION. Tiik following Hymns and Poems were written by a late highly valued Christian, without the most distant view to their being printed ; but at the earnest request of some of his Friends, they were published in 1784. They have been long out of print; and a new Edition in an improved la presented to the Public. The Profits arising from the former, were appropriated to the benefit of the Orphan Hospital of this City, and should any reversion arise from the sale of this Edition, it will be given to the same benevolent Institution. Edinburgh, June, 1820. VI TO THE AUTHOR BY A LADY. [LADY HUNTER BLAIR.] TNT HEN many in a Napkin hide Their Talents, or employ Them to dishonour God, and thus Toiling, their Souls destroy ; What Cause, my Friends, of Joy and 1' ', Hast thou, to whom is givn, And Grace for Grace, whereby thou dost Devote thy Muse to Hcavn ! Your Muse from Hcavn docs sure proceed. Since it to God aspires ; He will both cherish and accept, What He himself inspires. Tho now, thro' Griefs of various kinds, You oft find Cause to mourn t These mixing with your chief est Joys, You sing and sigh by Tv/rn. These Swigs you have on Earth begun In Faith and Love to raise, When freed from Sorrows, Sin and Death, In Heav'n shall all be Praise. Go on, dear Sir ; may Day by Day, Your Soul enlarged be /,< Joy and Praise! That T may join Yowr Son;/, plead for me ! 1784. Original Hymns and Poems. HYMN L Sufficiency in Christ 1 TNFINITE Wisdom, Pow'r, and Grace, ■*- In our Redeemer shine ; O ! let me, by a lively Faith, Make these Perfections mine. 2 In this dark World of Sin and Grief, My Steps I can't direct ; Nor can I, from surrounding Foes, My feeble Heart protect. 3 By Force, or Fraud, they enter here, And lead my Thoughts astray ; Poor Captive ! I forsake my God, And wander from his Way. •i This poor diseased, treach'rous Heart, Thus wand'ring from the Road, All Nature's Skill can never heal, Nor turn my Face to God. 5 But since, in thine eternal Word, Wisdom, and Pow'r, and Grace, In wond'rous Love, are there bestow'd On Mankind's helpless Race ; 6 Since wretched sinful Men, as I, The Promise have believ'd, And hence in ev'ry Time of Need, A fit Supply receiv'd ; Original Hymns and Poems. I too will on thy Record rest, ( >n Faithfulness divine, For Wisdom, Pow*r and Grace, I'll trust ; The Promise makes them mine. HYMN II. Thy Kingdom come. JEHOVAH, promise-keeping Lord, Send forth thy pow'rful quickening Word Millions of wand'ring Souls bring Home, Now, Father, let thy Kingdom come. The Triumphs of almighty Grace, Thy Saints, in every Age confess ; And we, e'en now, delighted stand, Viewing the Conquests of thine hand ; Old hardened Hearts to Thee subdu'd, And younger, tenderer Souls renewed ; Both Enemies to Christ, but now Both at His Footstool sweetly bow. Saviour, forbid they be the last, The Gleanings of the Vintage past ; But as Firstfruits, the joyful Hope, And Earnest of a plenteous Crop. Add to their Number, Prince of Grace ! Thy Subjects, Glorious King ! increase ; Thy People's Hopes and Cries attend, Oh ! let the Spirit now descend ; For Thousands yet in Darkness lie, And Strangers to the Saviour die ; Thousands who in thy Temple meet, Yet sadly perish at thy Feet. For this, engag'd thy Promise stands, That Nations near, and distant Lauds, Shall in Thee trust, thy Name confess, And glory in thy Righteousness. Great Conqu'ror! then, thy Sceptre take, A sleeping, guilty World awake. Poor blinded, captive Souls set free, Then will they stretch their Hands to Thee. Original Hymns and Poems. Thy Saints above, and Saints below, Cry out for Vengeance on the Foe : " How long, Lord, shall Satan reign, " And thy dear Int'rest still decline ? " As with an overflowing Flood, " Millions are sweep'd away from God ; " Alas ! how long have Mankind been, " Deeply enslav'd by Hell and Sin." Dear Lord, our fervent Prayer hear, Let thy great Work and Pow'r appear : Tho' Clouds and Storms prepare Thy Way, Yet haste the long-expected Day ? The promis'd Day, Faithful Lord, When Monarchs all with one Accord, Of every Tongue, and ev'ry Name, Shall bring their Glory to the Lamb ; Of Hell and Sin shall burst the Bands, By our Redeemer's sweet Commands ; And with their People, low and high, Like Doves unto their Windows fly. HYMN III. He hath brought in everlasting Righteousness. 1 TVTHEX from the All-creating Hand, * * Adam, our Head, arose, With Eve, the Partner of his Bliss, And Partner of his Woes ; In their Creator's Image, then, They shone divinely bright , Adorn'd with perfect Righteousness, Happy in Heav'nly Light. 2 Their Thoughts in sweet Succession pass'd ; Their Words harmonious flow'd ; To pleasing Work they turn'd their Hands, As their Creator showM ; At his Command, with full Delight, Their Feet obedient ran ; So pure their Hearts, that God himself Dwelt with his Creature, Man! Original Hymns and Poems. o happy Souls, whom sovereign Love Did with his Presence bless ! Oh, rich and full Inheritance, A perfect Righteousness ! But soon they lost His lovely Face, And soon their Peace within ; With dark, distracted Hearts, they felt The sad Effects of Sin. 4 The heav'nly Voice that cheer'd their Minds, Now fill'd them with Despair; Each Thought of God alarm'd their Souls, For Sin and Guilt was there. Sad Portion this to leave their Sons ! Wretched and hopeless Case ! They lost our fair Inheritance, Our perfect Righteousness. 5 Angels of Light, pity us ! Direct our wand'iing Feet. Where we again, in Friendship, may Our great Creator meet. Vain is our Cry, a holy God Can't meet us but in Wrath, Since Righteousness to Heav'n is ^one y And left us Sin and Death. (J Where shall our Family again Find Righteousness and Peace? Is there a Friend in Heav'n or Earth, To help our wretched Race ? Yes ! God's own Son, our dearest Lord. A\ no help alone could give, Pass'd by, when lying in our Blood, And said unto us, "Live!" 7 When we were sinking down to Hell, 'Midst Sin's delusive Charms, He then, in wondYous Grace, step'd in. And caught US in his Arms. Our Nature, which no Honour had, But vile Reproach and Shame, Original Hymns and Poems. He did assume, and sweetly taught, To sing Immanuel's Name. 8 He, our great Second Head, alone Discharg'd the Debt we ow'd ; And his own Arm alone redeem' d, And brought us back to God. The Privilege we once possess'd He hath again restor'd ; Thus we God's Children are become, And He our kindest Lord. With his renewing pow'rful Grace, Our Souls adorns again ; We taste his Love : again we feel His Dwelling is with Men. Our Family, which Adam left Deep sunk in Guilt and Sin, With Eighteousness again enrich'd, By him alone brought in. ] In everlasting Eighteousness, He calls us now to boast, Dismiss our unbelieving Fears, For now it can't be lost. At thy Command we lift our Heads, Thy dearest Name we bless ; In firmest Faith that now we have Eternal Eighteousness. 1 1 Let Satan, Sin, and Earth combine All their united Pow'r, Jesus, who freely brought it in We trust will it secure. Sinful and Weak tho' still we are, And can't withstand our Foes, Yet we'll not fear, thro' Life or Death, For this we ne'er can lose. 12 Under its glorious shade in Heav'n. The Land of love and peace ; Our grateful Song shall ever be, Eternal Eighteousness. ! Original Hymns and Poems. HYMN IV* A Sovl just entered Heaven, sings — 1 "V17HY was unbelieving I, Hallelujah! *» Trembling, so afraid to die? Since my Feet in Safety stand, Now within the promis'd Land. 2 Oh ! what wond'rous Grace is here ! Now I'm safe from ev'ry Fear, Sin and Doubts are ever gone, Sighing shall no more be known. 3 Henceforth, neither Grief nor Pain, Here successive Pleasures reign ; All Things our Hosannas raise, Oh ! the Glory of this Place ! 4 ye perfect happy Ones, Let me try to join your Tunes ; Come, let us exalt the Lamb, Singing ever to his Name. 5 He our full Eedemption wrought, He for us this Glory bought, From the Earth He calFd us Home, To our Father s House we're come. 6 Oft in Kedar's Tents I tried, When his lovely Face was hid, With my Friends to raise this song But it languished on my Tongue. 7 Jesus now unvails his Face ; Here I shout of sov'reign Grace ; Full of love, incessant cry To his ] "raise in raptures high. 8 0, my drooping Friends below ! Did ye half this Glow know. Daily would ye stretch the Wing, Hereto fly,and thus to sing. Hallelujah !-\ * Cookham 'rime. + Tlrls hymn waa first published in Geo. Wkitefield's" Christian History," 1742, vol. 2, page 12. Original Hymns and Poems. HYMN V. Xow, Faith is the substance of things hoped for. Heb. xi. 1. 1 T> ICHES of Mercy, precious Gifts, J-*' Are promis'd by the Lord, And to his chosen Ones secur'd By his unchanging Word. 2 Well suited to his People's Need, These friendly Graces shine ; But of diffusive gen'ral Use, None more than Faith divine. 3 Their Hearts that often sinking are And faint thro' various Grief, By Faith he raises, and in midst Of Trouble, gives Relief. 4 When Conscience charges home the Guilt, Which they can ne'er remove, Faith covers all under the Shade Of bleeding, dying Love. 5 Believing that their dearest Lord For them endur'd the Shame, They welcome Scorn, and to Reproach With Joy give up their Name. (? Tho' dark and tiresome is their Way, And spread with many Snares ; In Confidence of promis'd Light, Faith dissipates their Fears. 7 Like Wave on Wave, from ev'ry hand While heavy Tidings roll, Firm Trust in all-sufficient Aid Unmov'd preserves their SouL 8 Against them tho' an Host encamp Their Hearts yet fearless are ; Persuaded their Almighty Friend, Conducts the Fate of War. Original Hymns and Poems. 9 If strip'd of all created Things, Their inward Joys arise, In Faith of never fading Bliss Above created Skies. 10 By this borne up, they welcome Death, In shapes of softer Name ; Or for their Lord embrace the Stake. And triumph in the Flame. 1 1 Excellent Grace ! Almighty Faith ! How wond'rous are thy Pow'rs ! What strange Effects by thee are wrought, In these poor Hearts of ours ! 12 In us when Nothing good appears, But Wants of ev'ry Kind ; To Jesus then thou lead'st, where we Infinite Fulness find. 13 " Spirit of Faith ! with pow'r descend, "As in the ancient Days ; " Thy drooping Children now revive, " And fill us with thy Grace. 14? " Bear us above all Doubts and Fears, " Thy special Love make known ; "Then shall we present Things despif " And live by Faith alone. 15 "We too with Hope shall lift our Heads, " In Guilt or deep Distress ; "Confiding in Almighty Strength, "And perfect Kighteousness. 16 " And when our setting Toint is come " We'll leave this dying Clay ; "And stretch for ever blooming Life, "Where Jesus led the Way/" Original Hymns and Poems. POEM T. Repentance from a discovery of Divine M< Jeremiah iii. 12, 19, 21&22. GO, Prophet, in my wond'rous Name, " Go in my Might, and wide proclaim • My Grace ; in Whispers don't conceal, " But loud my sov'reign Mercy tell. " My Servants many Years I sent, " Moving this People to repent ; " Their Guilt and Danger to declare, " And bid them fly the deadly Snare, " In Language soft their Message tell, " Piebellious Sons to reconcile, " And call them off from idol Lords, " By all the Force of moving Words. " In Vengeance from my awful Throne, " Oft did I send my Judgments down ; " Now o'er their Heads loud Thunder roar'd ; " Now Famine came, and then the Sword. " From numbers small they feebly fled, * Nor knew that I their Hearts dismay'd. " Sometimes the pestilential Blast " In Silence over Thousands past ; " Amaz'd they fell, no Foe was nigh, 11 No Enemy from whom to fly. " My open Terrors, silent Woes, " Oft changed, on these my Stubborn Foes. " Thy People, Prophet, to reclaim, " And make them know my dreadful Name. " Ah ! sinful People, thoughtless Pace, " Still they refuse to seek my Face ; " Persuasion soft, or awful Storm, " Their froward Hearts will not reform. " Go, then, and sound my gracious Word, " In Pow'r and Spirit of the Lord, " To them exalted Mercy show, " And try what sov'reign Grace can do." 1 Original Hymns and Poems. Ho ! Children all, far oil' ami near, Your Father's kindest Message hear. " Backsliding Souls, to me return, " See my fierce Wrath no longer l>urn, " Behold my Face, no Fury's there, " I long your Pardon to declare. " Come, and receive with melting Hearts, " What your forgiving God imparts ; " Your guilt and WamTrings all from me, " Shall now no more remember'd be. M My Justice that against you flam'd, " And holy Law so oft condemnd, 11 No more for Satisfaction call, " They found it in Immanuel. " In Him, — look up, admiring see, " Mercy and Holiness agree ; " Agree your guilty Souls to save, " Hearken, and wonder, and believe. 11 Break, rocky Hearts, dissolve and mourn. " To your forgiving God return." Hark ! from the Mountains and the Groves, Where Isra'l us'd to seek their Loves, What moving, sad Complaints arise ; What Words their breaking Hearts devise, " Amazing Messaged melting Sound 1 " How Love and Patience, here abound ! " Infinite Patience, nothing, sure " But this could sinful us endure : " Alas ! his chast'ning Hand we scorn'd, " Nor at his Call have we return'd " Stubborn, we slighted his Rebuke, " Nor heard what he in Kindness spoke: " Deaf to his Voice, we went astray, " To Strangers scattering our way: " Rebels in Peace, and under Grief 11 Seeking from other Gods relief; 11 With disobedient, perverse Will, " Our Fathers God neglecting still, Original Hymns and Poems. 1 1 '■ Ilnw shal] we lift our guilty Heads? •• Confounded now our Hearts would bleed." But Oh ! what Mercies yet abound ! Lo, there again, the gracious Sound : " How pleasing are these Sighs and Groans, " These Tears of my repenting Sons ! " MoVd is my Heart ; this Voice has Charms, " Come, Children, to my open Arms ! " Here's room for you — of Mercy's store, " For all of you, and thousands more, " Your Wand'rings henceforth I will heal, '• My Law upon your Hearts will seal ; " There shall my Spirit ever dwell, " And keep you, spite of Sin and Hell. " glorious Promise ! wondrous Grace ! " In humble Faith we lift our Face : '• Estrang'd from Thee, long did we roam, " But now we to our Father come. " Angels and Men behold — this Day " Our Idols all we cast away ; " Our foreign Lords we hence disclaim, " And never shall adore their Name. " Father, behold, and us receive, " Thy Holy promis'd Spirit give ! " Life, Light, and Strength may he impart, " And dwell for ever in our Heart. " From fierce Attacks and secret Snares, " Temptations strong, and inward Fears, " From Faintings that our Sins attend, " Father, in Mercy, us defend ! " Supported by thy Favour free, u The jest of Scorners let us be ; " The Drunkard's Song, as Outcasts vile ; " All welcome if our Father smile, " In us, tho' Sin doth much prevail, 11 Tho' still surrounding Foes assail, " Tho' in ourselves we can't endure, " In God is our Salvation sure." 1 '2 Original Hymns and Poem*. HYMN VI. The Christian Life and its Vicissitudes. 1 "VI7HEN Heav'n's enlightening Grace descends, * * The captivated Soul attends, In holy, sweet Surprise ? Eas'd of our Sins, a heavy Load, Our Hearts, to our forgiving God, In grateful Songs arise. 2 But Darkness soon- overcasts the Day, And soon our Vigour fades away ; No Strength for God we find ; Temptations crowd into the Soul, And sadly reign without Control, Thro' all the feeble Mind. 3 In this distressing Case we sigh ; To Heav'n we lift our Eyes, and try Our Foolishness to mourn ; But, in these melancholy Hours, We find our faithless, wand'ring Powr's, A Bar to our return. 4 Fainting in Heart, we backward go ; Corruption still would make it so, Tho' all around were Peace ; This chains us down, we cannot rise Till Jesus clear again the Skies, And send reviving Grace. 5 Then he restores us by his Might, But, ah ! we settle on the Light, Forgetting work for God ; Devotion all we would account, Would dwell for ever on the Mount, Nor take the wrestling Road. Original Hymns and Poems. 1 3 6 Thus for ourselves, alas! we live; Now glad in Favours we receive, Which soon in sense we lose ; Then to recover these we strive, And pray that He would us revive, So our short Circle close. 7 (>reat Prophet ! teach my slothful Mind, To think and act as one design'd Thy Witness here to be ; Thy Will, that's holy, good, and just, At all Times to Attempt, and trust Comfort and Strength with Thee. 8 Oh ! let me in the whole of Life, With Self maintain a glorious Strife, And live for Thee alone, In all Things honouring thy Name, Thy Word's the Rule, and not my Frame, The Rule, tho' sense be gone. HYMN VII. On The Lord's Supper. 1 T^HENCE is this Table richly spread ? * * What Guests are here to share ? Does God, inviting Angels high, For them this Feast prepare ? 2 Nay, sure, for perfect Innocence No Welcome here is found ; But blind, and maim'd, and guilty Souls, This Table must surround. 3 Then I'll go forward, guilty I ! And humbly take my Place, Now screen my Soul ! wrap me, Lord, In thine own Righteousness ! 14- Original Hymns and Poems. \ Under this spotless Robe secure, Thy sinful Child shall lie, Nor need to tremble at th' Approach Of Holy Majesty. 5 This perfect Robe, delightful News ! Was finish'd by the Lord : Finish'd for us, my fellow Guests, So runs his faithful Word. 6 His Oath confirms what he hath spoke, And here's his Seal and Sign ; " This broken Bread my Body is, My Blood, this flowing Wine." 7 Kindly he calls us now to take, These Symbols, and believe ; " Stretch forth your Hands, my needy Friends, And a whole Christ receive." 8 Lo ! then, I take a broken Christ, Broken, he says, for me ; From his dear Hand the Cup I drink, That Seals my Liberty. 9 This Blood removes the awful Curse, That bound me down to Hell, And Blessings purchas'd, far beyond What Angels' Tongues can tell. 10 Eternal freedom, by his Death, My Captive Soul obtains ; Now Hell, and Sin, and conq'ring (U Where are your powerful Chains i 11 Come, let us all this Bread and Wine, Amongst ourselves divide ; A lasting Sign of Union sweet, In 1 1 i in who lov'd, and died 12 Henceforth let kindred Love prevail, And Friendship stand confest, Not othei strife 'mongst us appear But who shall serve Him best Original Hymns anil Poems. 1 5 13 From Strength to Strength, as on we go, His Name we'll ever bless ; Who thus restores our fainting Hearts, Here in the Wilderness. 1 4- And this dear Pledge of Jesu's Love, Tho' scorn'd by thoughtless Men, We will from Age to Age transmit, Till He return again. POEM II. To Philolethes, an Epistle. AWAKE Heav'n's Light, and, like the purple Morn, Break thro' the Darkness ; drive away the Gloom Of hated Unbelief, whose angry Eyes, Eed and short-sighted, will not, cannot look On Heav'n's whole Way ; but, flying from the light With fatal Purpose, and a woeful Bias, Fixes on some black Spot, perplex'd and dark, Of providential Conduct, and reports A wretched angry Tale of sov'reign Love, Forbidding to the Soul ; who now attends To this sad Messenger of Woe, and hears All that is said, tho' ev'ry noxious Word Conveys deep poisoning Despair, and Death. Awake, my Soul, intreat Heav'n's pow'rful Aid. To break this guileful Optic, which sits fast Upon thy mourning Eyes, denying Place To Faith divine, bright Messenger of Good ; In whose soft peaceful Language stands confest, Its glorious Author ; while the subject Soul Rejoicing hears. ! draw aside the Vail That dims my Sight; give new reviving Views Of sov'reign Conduct ; let my Eyes behold Thy powr'ful, friendly Hand directing all : Then Melancholy ceases ; then my Voice Shall shout thy Name, my Tongue, admiring, tell Of condescending Grace, while Wisdom dee^, I 6 Original lfymns ami Poems. From Evil bringing Good, is wond'ring praie God is a Sov'reign, cloth'd with Pow'r supreme, With awful Greatness, boundless, independent, Under Account to None. His mighty Arm Sways a wide Sceptre, — hath a large Command ; In clearest Light he rules ; no leas his Eye Pierces the thickest Darkness. Earth and Hell, And highest Heav'n, with all their moving H< By Him aregovern'd ; hence, his great Designs Shall still obtain. Oh ! let him bring about His deep-laid Counsel ; let me be employed To act the meanest Part in this great Work : Nor will I ask, What dost Thou ? nor inquire Why is it thus? but cheerfully submit To his high Will, who is the Creatures 1 Lord, And for whose Pleasure they arc. all created. 'Tis a small Part, and but a little View Of things about us, that our narrow Minds Can comprehend. Each rising Sun brings out Events unlook'd for, each revolving Moon Confounds our Knowledge. The dark Laws ol Nature, And darker Hearts of Men, lie deep conceal'd From mortal sight. These various moving Spri] Unstable as the Sea, ever produce Various Effects, give some surprising Turn To all our Schemes. Ah ! foolish, thoughtless we, Upon such tott'ring, hollow Ground to build: We prove our own Tormentors; still we rove In endless blazes; some new rising Sea O'erwhelms all Hope, and comfortless Despair Sits sullen on our Brow. The weary Pilgrim So climbs the Hill, and having gain'd the Place He thought its highest Summit, there beholds Another yet above it; this, with Criet', Slow he attains, and hopes it here will end. But what Vexations till him when he - Another yet to climb! How he ascends, Original Hymns and Poems. 1 7 Fainting and fretting, while his fearful Heart Imagines endless Toil, Hill above Hill In long Succession rise ; this quite o'erwhelms The small Remains of Hope, and down he sinks. With distant Fears oppress'd. — So often we, From one small Disappointment, wide extend Our lengthen'd Fears of Sorrow, yet to come. Happy the Man, unerring Wisdom guides Thro' Snares, and Toils, and Dangers; happy lie Whom Wisdom teaches. He can promise Good From ev'rv Event, and his lib'ral Heart :seth lib'ral Things, nor will conceive Harshly of God ; but, in the darkest Night Expect a Morning, when the lab'ring Air, With heavy Clouds o'ercharg'd, threatens Destrue- tion, And grumbling Thunder rolls, and blackest Hosts, En'mies to God and him, bring on th' Attack, Jointly colleagu'd ; still he remains secure, Under the shadowing Rock, whose strength'nins Streams Support him, weary ; in almighty Arms Still is he safe, encircl'd by the Lord. Xow Patience hath its perfect W^ork, and now He looks and waits for God, his only Hope — 3 only Saviour, and at length beholds Unhurt, untouch'd, the Day begin to dawn. The Clouds to scatter, and, far out of Sight The Storm to disappear ; then sweetly shines The cheerful Sun, and darts his warming Bays; All former Horrors quell'd, he joyful sees A pure and bright Expanse, a milder Sky, Bright is the Empyrean, smooth'd the Face Of Heav'n aton'd ; hush'd is the bursting Sound Of loud-voie'd Thunder ; now each softer Planet Is down sweet Influence ; with Aspect benign Appears each kinder Providence, and seems Only to wait his Wish. But, Oh ! my Friend, 18 Original Hymns and Poems. Quick fly these gladsome Days, and LoVring Grief Treads fast behind ; some sudden adverse Blast Our earthly Hope o'erturns, and buries deep All our vain Comforts ; what e'erwhile was smooth And pleasant Road, now frowns with prickly Thorns And thick-set Briars : — So the Morning fair, Wak'ning all joyous Nature, sudden yields To heavy moving Clouds ; the brightest Day, With all its shining Glories, soon gives Place To rising Darkness. — Thus, delightful Spring; And gaily smiling Summer, haste away, And fly th' approach of Winter, with wide Step, Which bears upon its Heels. Wonder and Love must fill the gazing Eyes Of fav rite Souls, when purg'd from dying Clay ; With strengthen'd Sight they trace, instructed see The various Reasons of each shifting Scene ; How Wisdom manifold, and Love divine, Has govern'd all. Then shall my Philolethks, 'Baptur'd to highest Strain, in melting Airs. Such as they sing above, with Heart and Tongue, All fill'd with Admiration, grateful praise Th' Eternal King, his God and Guide, while I, May Heav'n approve my Wish! shall humbly join The tuneful Worshipper. HYMN VIII.* Going to Public Worship. OUR Redeemer bids us go, Singing to his Courts below ; There his sweet enliv'ning Face, Shall adorn the Holy Place. Here his Glory he'll display, Here he says, " I'll ever stay : " Who shall here his Grace withstand, 11' the Blessing he command I * Cookhaui Tune. Original Hymns and Poems. I 9 And the Blessing here shall" rest, For his faithful Word is past : " Zion's Food I'll ever bless, " And her Children will increase. " "When her Priests my Terrors sound, " These like two-edg'd Sword shall wound ; " When my Mercy they reveal, " This, like Gilead's Balm, shall heal ; " Sacred Fulness I'll impart " To the empty, longing Heart ; " This, in ev'ry Age bestow'd, " Shall secure a Church for God. " Still triumphant Grace shall reign, " Still shall Satan's Pow'r decline ; " Blow the Storm, or shine the Sun, " Still my purpos'd Love shall run." Lord, the Promise we receive ; Thou hast said, and we believe ; Ever shall Thy Word obtain, Full of Faith we shout, Amen ! HYMN IX. Sablath Evening. 1 rp O-DAY Thy Word I heard, -*- Father, and I believ'd ; The tokens of peculiar Grace, I find I have receiv'd. 2 But, ah ! where is my Love ? How dead my Passions are ! Alas ! Repentance, Faith, and Hope, With wintry Face appear. 3 How can my Soul endure To view abundant Grace ; To think that all, even all, is mine, And not be lost in Praise ? 4 Father, this Heart I hate; These Passions I disclaim ; I would have none but such, Lord, As kindle at thy Name. 20 Original Hymns and Poems. 5 My Love to Thee should flame, My Hope surmount the Skies ; At ev'ry vile and wand'ring Thought, My Hatred quick should rise. 6 None else my Soul should fear, But Thee, Lord, alone ; And still thine all-sufficient self, Should yield me Joys unknown. 7 Dear Lord, my Wish confirm, Spirit, downward fly ! The Saviour's holy Purchase take, And to my Soul apply. 8 Thou stoop'd to ask my Heart ; 1 gave it long ago : Oh, now thy Property assert, Cast out th' usurping Foe. 9 Hath not Jehovah said, " Your Minds I will possess ; " In them I'll dwell, and walk, and there " I'll stamp my Holiness?" 10 No Change Jehovah knows ; Begone then ev'iy Fear ; For all thy Children surely shall Thy perfect Likeness bear. POEM III. On the Reviving of Religion in the Year 1741-2* THO' oft, while threatening Clouds prevail, Thy Zion's gifted Comforts fail, — Tho' while thou veil'st thy quick'ning Face, Our holy Allelujahs cease ; Yet, sure, according to thy "Word, Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord ; For in our Hearts thy Hand inlays A Disposition still to praise. • This ] in w.-is fust published In Geo. Whitciicld's "Christian History, 1 1742, vol. 2, paga 80. Original ITymns and Poems. 21 And now thy (Jrace our Souls proclaim ; Zion's God, we shout thy Name ; Since thou her Walls began'st to build, And turn her to a fruitful Field. Long ran the Promise under ground, And few its quick 'ning Virtue found ; Now forth it bursts, and largely flows, Sov'reign, subduing thousand Foes. Bold, stubborn Souls are struck with Fear, The Dead thy Voice alarming hear ; Thy dreadful Vengeance from on high, Eeady to strike, the Blind espy ; Trembling they stand, to open View, Amaz'd, inquiring what to do : — Servants of God, kindly show How to escape th' impending Blow. Behold the Man, polite and kind, Of blameless Life, and Soul refin* d, Peaceful his forty Years he spent, Nor dream'd lie needed to repent : See, how lie looks with deep Surprise, And strange Amazement in his Eyes ; His former Course, his Heart within, Appears all Wretchedness and Sin. Quench not the Thought, but patient sit At the Almighty Healer's Feet : Deep tho' he strike, 'tis all in Love, All-gracious shall the Issue prove. Hark, how the tender Lambs bewail Their base, their vile Original ; In youthful Tears, their Grief express, Complaining sad of Soul Distress. Dear little Babes, see how they run To Corners, and all Comfort shun ; In moving Words, and melting Air, Their Hearts are quite dissolv'd in Pray'r ; Go on, ye tender, feeble Piace ! Go on to seek the Saviour's Face ; '2'2 Original Hymns and Poems. J I is Word is sure, his Heart is kind ; Seek, for he's promis'd ye shall find. But whence these sad Complaints and Groan* This stirring 'mongst the withered Bones? Tliis new, this sweet repenting Cry. Is not the God of Jacob nigh \ Sure it is he: let Earth resound His Pow'r, that mighty is to wound, And ev'ry Tongue his Mercy tell, That no less mighty is to heal. For, lo! his Voice, that calms the Wind, Speaks Pardon to the guilty Mind ; Sweetly commands their Grief to cease, Commands the Conscience into Peace. That God, from whom was all their IV Now their eternal Joy appears : Justice, that loud for Vengeance cry'd, Now pleads successful on their Side ; From Day to Day new Wonders rise, New Mercies open to their Eyes ; Their Names they read in Heav'n's Rec While resting on Jehovah's Word. I )h ! now, their Souls transported sing The Conquests of their glorious King, Who, trav'lling in almighty Strength, Their stubborn Hearts subdu'd at length. " For ever, worthy, glorious Lord ! " Worthy in Heav'n to be ador'd, " Worthy their highest Notes to rai " Worthy on Earth of all the Praise ; " Thine own essential Glories shine, " With brightest Lustre, all divine ; " And what created Tongue can tell " Thy Beanty as Immanuel? " God in our Nature — wond'rnus Theme " God dying Sinners to redeem! " Dying our guilty Souls to save, " Dyne •• that such as we might IlV( Original Hymns and Poems. 23 Ye who surround the Throne above, • Exalt this high, mysterious Love ; M Help us in Praises to reveal 14 The Love we share, the Grace we feel." Take up the Song, ye waving Trees ! And join, ye solemn roaring Seas! Let universal Nature bring r various Voice, and loudly sing ! The great Eternal Word adore, And glory in his conq'ring Pow'r, Boast ye of his victorious Name, And shout the Triumphs of the Lamb. POEM IV. All is Vanity. LIKE former fleeting Years, the last is gone, And this succeeds ; this, too, on rolling Wheels, Moves quickly forward, hast'ning to an End. Time lingers not, Time flies on Eagles' Wings, Flies onward still, and no returning knows. Such is th' eternal Will ; eternal He (With whom a thousand changing, circling Years Are as one Day, and one short passing Day Is as a thousand Years) for us ordain 'd, Betwixt two vast Eternities hung out, This trembling Point ; soon as the End shall come, Time stops, solemnly stops, Eternity begins, Begins an everlasting Scene of Joy — Joy universal, or eternal Woe. Beyond the Bounds of Time for ever lie These endless Things ; this Side the Grave Nothing unchangeable ; blooming Joy to-day Precedes to-morrow's Grief; Objects of Sense Cry loudly Disappointment, all is vain ! ( hir Hopes, our Fears are vain ; the Euler's Smiles Turn soon away, or with the Euler die. Applause — who would desire it? empty Breath! Swells for a While, then sinks like ebbing Sea ; 24? Original Hpnns and Poems. Yet who desires it not ? Strange wish! To stand As on a Hill, to be the more expos'd To Envy's Scan ; to be the move contemn'd When Winds blow adverse, and the tott'ring Scene Comes tumbling down. How vain, o'erflowing Store ! Nabal esteems it ; others count him happy Because he's rich: yet does his anxious Cares The Pleasure far o'erbalance ; ev'ry Hour Afraid of God and Man ; for still his Heart Forebodes a Change. No more is Dives safe, Tho' confident in his abundant Wealth, His Heart dilates ; from whence can Evil come ? With scornful Glance his Brother poor he eyes As Fortune's daily Sport ; but mighty he Above the reach of Fortune builds his Nest In strong Imagination. Foolish Man ! Soon bursts the airy Scene ; Heav'n's sov'reign Hand Shall bring you down, and high, perhaps, advance Your Brother, late despis'd.- Will Nothing teach Vain Man his full Dependence ? Shall this Truth In constant Demonstration ne'er prevail ? Prevail it does, in show, from East to West ; The Globe traverse, ask Nations far and near, Polite or barb'rous, those who deem themselves In Knowledge far advanced, or thoughtless these, Scarce Men accounted ; all their Homage pay To some almighty Pow*r, some great Unknown, To him their Temples rise, their Altars smoke In solemn Pomp ; but does Dependence lie In Temples made with Hands ? Do these contain Always the pleas'd, resign'd, and humble Heart? Not one among a thousand — Where's the Man In whom this Truth bears sway, whose inward Powers Feel Its Command? wisely possessing Life With slender Hold ; no Property he has, Original Hymns and Poems. 25 And none he claims ; ready to gain or lose, To take or give., as is the sovereign Will Of God, the sole Proprietor; all Tilings thus As not possess'd, possessing ; wisdom this, Safe guide thro' all the Changes here below. This Lesson high, this Estimate of Life, Hast thou yet learn'd, my Soul? Do Things appear In this just Light ? Is ev'ry Passion dead To Kiches, Honours, Pleasures, Life itself ? These gay Deceits, these Phantoms, keen pursu'd. Behold Palemon, late exalted high In Fortune's Smiles, now sadly overwhelm'd With tenfold Grief ; his darling Son he lost, Torn from his Arms, when all Things promis'd Life. His Daughter too, his last, his only hope, The dear Eemains of his once num'rous Kace, Blooming in Youth, and ravishingly good ; In whom his Name, he fondly dream'd, again Should blossom fair, his Family revive, And, lovely as herself, a smiling Train Should call him Father. Ah, how vain the Hope ! Seiz'd of a sharp Disease, pale grows her Lip, The Purple leaves her Cheek, and awful Death, Eegardless of his Cry, dissolves at once The beauteous Frame. Ye tender Souls, that hear The mournful tale, pity a Father's Heart ! He died a thousand Deaths, the ardent Groan Successive, from his deepest Soul arose. The best, the strongest die ; with giant Step Death stalks about, wide wasting ; who can claim Exemption for an Hour ? Yet still we dream Of Days and Years : our Schemes, are they confin'd To Life's short Day, or rather don't they stretch To an immortal length ? involving still A thousand Chances, nothing more a Chance Than human Life. Our mightiest, wisest Friend, The Basis of our Hope, how weak, how vain ! A Worm, a Shadow ; lo ! his Breath departs, 26 Original llymns and Poems. Then ev'ry Thought is lost ; they with himself Sink to the Land of deep Forgetfulness, Delusion all ; why will our Hearts depend On that which is not Our Fathers, sure, for many Ages back, The fatal Truth have felt ; no wiser, we Approve their Folly, treading in their Steps ; Tho' double-warn'd, yet will our Children too Seek their own Grief, and thus embrace Deceit. 'Bove present Stretch let Knowledge far advance, Discov'ries new let prying Ages make, In numberless Succession ; let them raise Pleasures unheard of, Entertainments new, For Taste refin'd ; yet if subjected these To Death or Change, still must th' immortal Soul Eestless, like Noah's wand'ring Dove, remain. POEM V. THE SECOND PART. u The Lord is my Portion? saith my Soul. IN wrathful Seasons, let the Fig Tree large " Forget to blossom ; let the fruitful Vine " Deny its Clusters, and the Lab'rer's Hand " On the fat Olive try his Art in vain ; " Letthechapt Earth, lock'd hard by constant Frost, " Or constant scorching Heat, unfruitful prove ; " Let lowing Oxen fail, and bleating Lambs, " The parch'd Heath wand'ring o'er, languish and " die, " Lost be the tender Grass, the various Corn " Sleep in its Bed, nor court the Reaper's Hand ; " Tho' in these evil Days, yet shall my Soul " In God rejoice, with Gladness will I sing " Of God, my Rock, and my Salvation high." The Prophet thus, and thus the new born Soul, Thro' ev'ry Age, perpetuates the Song. Supreme and all-sufficient over all, Original Hymns and Poems, 27 God is, unbounded, boundless only He. With Him compar'd, all other Being sinks To less than nothing ; Angels disappear With all their Greatness. Potsherds of the Eartli May strive together ; foolish then, indeed, When striving with their Maker ; in his Hand As Clay; as Dust he scatters with his Breath. By Hirn all Nature moves, and smiles or frowns At his Command ; his providential Wings O'erspread the whole Creation. Happy he Under the Shade whose Confidence is fix'd ; Here Safety ever dwells ; here may ye rest Your whole Concern ; encourage, entertain, No doubtful Thought, no Disappointment fear ; Such Thoughts reproach his Name. Tremble and shake Like changing dying Things, whene'er on these Ye build your Hope. But does your settled Soul, Led off from lying Refuges, repose On Truth Divine, on God's unchanging Word ? Unshaken, then, like that which never fails, And stedfast be your Faith. The feeble Ship, That rides in open Frith, on shifting Ground, May toss and drive before the blust'ring Storm ; But yet within the Bay, land-lock'd, secure Your Anchor keeps, under surrounding Hills Fearless ye ride, protected from the Wind. Mov'd is the Earth? Does wild Confusion reign, 'Mongst guilty Men ? Do Wars tumultuous rise, Nation 'gainst Nation : Charity and Truth, Trampling, with high Disdain ; their Brother's Bight Wrested by lawless Force, as Force prevails ? Commotion universal ! Then assume The Church's Triumph ; lift your Souls to God, Great Arbiter of War, the Lord of Hosts : " Our Refuge high is God, our sure Defence, " Our Help, our Strength, amidst ten thousand " Foes. 2S Original Hymns and Poems. 14 Mountains may shake, by roaring swelling S< M Nature herself may reel ; but Nature's God, " Our all-sufficient Refuge, still remains." Like Flood o'erflowing, has wide-wasting Death Eemov'd your dear Associate ? carried off Your tender Babes? Or is your pow'rful Friend Laid in the Dust, your Int'rests all forgot ? Is every Comfort dead ? Yet still rejoice, God lives ; your surest, everlasting Friend. His tenderest Compassion, sov'reign Pow'r, And Wisdom infinite, shall guide you safe, Shall whisper to your Soul, that heav'nly Love Which Nature cannot give, that sweet Delight, Which more than full supplies the Creature gone, Thro' many toilsome Years art thou arriv'd At Life's Noon-day ? Or does the Twilight dawn, Her dusky Curtains spread, a sure Presage Of Night approaching fast ? To Life's last Act, Long passing forward, art thou come at length ; And on the utmost Verge of tott'ring Time Stand now your Feet ? Then cheerful turn away From this fast setting Sun, and onward stretch In ardent wish to that immortal Day That shines beyond the Grave, that lightens full The Mansions rich in universal Bliss. Night flies the Holy City ; there no Need Of Sun or Moon, for God himself shines out In Splendour inexpressible, and He, Th* eternal Son, the ever worthy Lamb, Brightness of Glory, lights the happy Place. Removed are Veils, and intercepting Cloud s Of Sin and Darkness ; Truth at once appears In its own Lustre beauteous, displayed Before the ransom'd Soul, now full subdu'd, A willing Captive ; in this clearest Light All see alike ; hence perfect Union flows, And Harmony of Heart, till then unknown. Complain ye oft of stubborn, hellish Pride, Original Hymns and Poems. 29 A grov'lling Heart, enfeebling Doubts and Fears ? These are for ever gone ; the new-made Soul Scarce knows itself, is lost in sweet Surprise And wonder at Perfection ; wond'ring more, And drinking Rapture in from Vision full, Vision transforming, ravishingly sweet — Vision of God incarnate. How He shines Amidst ten thousands chief, as First-born high Above his Brethren, with peculiar Grace, And royal heav'nly State beyond Compare ! Our Nature's great Restorer, wond'rous Man ! Jesus the Lord, our ever-living Head, Seen as he is, divinely blazes forth In all his Glory ; there his gracious Eye Looks Love into the deepest, inmost Soul Of each surrounding Saint ; they see his Face, And gaze and love in Ecstasy divine. Light of the heav'nly World ! attend the Cry Of all thy wand'ring Children here below ; Our Weakness pity ; if we can't behold Thy glorious Brightness yet, Oh, mildly shine, As thro' a Glass ; full in thy Word reveal'd, Let Faith discern thy Face, and hear thy Voice ; So strengthen'd and enlighten'd from above, Fearless we'll journey on amidst our Foes ; We'll evil Tidings hear, and stand the Storm Unmov'd, while trusting on Jehovah's Name : Supported by thine Arm, our feeble Souls Thy Steps shall trace, immortal, glorious Guide, Till we arrive, 'midst Snares on ev'ry Hand, To our last Stage, and, thro' the op'ning Shades Of this departing Wilderness, espy The shining Borders of Immanuel's Land. No Sin, no Sigh is there, but ceaseless Song And endless Triumph to that Land belong : The Victor's Shout from Saint to Saint resounds, And Echoes joyous, thro' the heav'nly Bounds. Jesus amidst their loud Hosanna reigns, SO Original Hymns and Poems. And perfect everlasting Peace maintains ; There Bliss onr highest Stretch of Thought tran- scends, Hope in Fruition, Faith in Vision ends. HYMN X. The Cities qfRefin/r. 1 r> EFUGE, by God's Command alone, -" Within their Walls was found ; Conspicuous on the Hill they stood To all the Country round. 2 For Strangers' Sons, as Israel's Race, Who might in Safety stay, Free of Access, their friendly Gates Stood open Night and Day. 3 Thither the trembling guilty Man From the Avenger fled ; There safe he dwelt, if unawares His Brother's Blood he shed : 4 Yet Guilt remain'd, the Manslay'r must Within the Walls abide ; No Liberty, no full Release, Until the High Priest died : 5 But when he dies, the Crime's forgot, And Liberty restor'd ; At Liberty the Manslay'r walks, Nor dreads th' avenging Sword. G Wrapt in this Type the Saviour lies, With far transcendant Grace ; In Faith, my Soul, look thro' the Veil, And view the Saviour's Face. 7 Sec, when th' Eternal Father speaks, The Son obeys the Call ; " These chosen Souls thou shalt redeem, " I will them ransom all." Original Hymns and Poems. 3 1 8 Then thro' the Heavns ten thousand Tongues Exalt the Saviour God ; While Saints successive spread his Name, Thro' all the Earth abroad. 9 Kindly inviting all the Day The great Eedeemer stands ; With gracious open Heart he speaks, And stretches forth his Hands. 10 " Dear guilty Souls, of ev'ry Name, 11 Tho' vile and black as Hell, " Come, taste your own Redeemer's Grac " And of his Mercy tell : 11" No Terms I make ; no Price I ask ; " Sinners of Mankind, come ; " Whate'er you are, whatever you've been, " Here in my Heart is Eoom : 12 " Hearken, ye thoughtless, wand'ring Souls, " My kind Advice receive ; " To you I speak, ye trembling Hearts, " Fear not, my Grace believe. 13 " Your various aggravated Sins " Were buried in my Grave ; " I died to expiate your Guilt, " I live your Souls to save." 1 4 The Type thus gloriously fulfill'd, Let ev'ry Sinner fly Within the Shade of Jesu's Wings, He is our Refuge high. HYMN XI. The Pilgrim encouraged. 1 TN your Journey to Zion, ■*- 'Midst Sighing and Pain, 'Midst Trouble surrounding, And Guilt still abounding, Discouraged and fearful you ever remain, And ceaseless from Morning to Ev'ning complain. 32 Original Hymns and Poems. 2 Let your Eyes then be turned, Your Leader to view, Thro' Sorrows wide spreading, * The Wilderness treading, With Grief well acquainted,no Pleasures he knew : How pow'rful shall this be Complaints to subdue ! 3 Yet may your soft Nature Still plead for Excuse ; The World still offending, No Strength for contending, Sad Prospects indulging, you pensively muse, And, feeling your Weakness, all Comfort refuse. 4 But is there no Promise ? Is Hope ever gone ? Would ye ay be receiving, And never believing ? Nay, rather self-empty' d, in Patience wait on ; Your Father will work when you trust him alone. 5 To his Conduct submitting, Your Wisdom lay down ; Be constantly flying From Ptefuges lying ; Be assur'd he won't hurt you, tho' seeming to frown ; Your Guide he remains, all along to the Crown. 6 A few Stages further, And the Journey is o'er ; The Days of your Mourning Then never returning ; No Sighing, no Sinning, nor Death any more, But Triumphs resounding thro' yonder blest Shore. Original Hymns and Poems. 33 HYMX XII. Heavenly -Mindedness. 1 f\XCE my ev'ry Hope and Pleasure, ^ Meanly was to Earth conim'd ; Give me this for all my Treasure, Loudly cried my grov'lling Mind. 2 But kind Heav'n, my Good pursuing, Gently broke the fatal Suare ; Still my foolish Schemes undoing, Taught me all was vexing Care. 3 What tho' Beauty's Form assuming, They our trifling Fancy please ? Hope, that's fondly still presuming At a Distance, they may raise. 4 But whene'er the Blessing's tasted, Soon away the Pleasure flies ; In possessing, all is wasted, All in Hope and Fancy lies. 5 To immortal Joys aspiring, Let me then contented live ; Riches, Honours, not desiring, More than Heav'n thinks tit to give. 6 Thus set free from anxious Wishing, Peaceful shall my Breast remain ; This will double every Blessing, This will sweeten every Pain. HYMX XIII * On the Death of Friends. 1 "VTE Friends and Companions dear, -*- AYill ye thus leave me ? When my fond Heart rests in you, Will you deceive me ? Air—" I'll never leave Ihcc. 34 Original Hymns and Potms. 2 why do ye fly my Anns, Bent to embrace you ? stay, my best earthly Bliss, Let me possess you. 3 Ah ! no, no, they cannot stay, Death does bereave me ; See, Death calls them fast away, Oh ! how it grieves me ! 4 But have not I others left Yet to comfort me ? Have not I Peace, Health and Wealth, Still to support me ? 5 May not I rejoice in these, Fearless of Sorrow ; Ay passing a pleasing Dream, Now, and to-morrow ? 6 Ah ! no, sure it will not do, These will deceive me ; What time I stand most in need, These all will leave me. 7 Cease, then, my poor Heart, from Man, Cease from the Creature ; Hence, cease from all dying Things, Vain is their Nature. . 8 To Thine Everlasting Friend Haste and betake thee ; In Him I can safely rest He'll ne'er forsake me. 9 Adieu, then, ye dying Things, Ye that so grieve me ; My God, unto whom I fly, He will receive me. [ Original Hymns and Poems. 33 HYMN XIV. He givcth Songs in the Night. SRA'L, tho' freed from Pharoah's Hand, Yet long in Desert stray'd ; Their promis'd Rest thro' unbelief, From Year to Year delay'd. 2 Yet Abra'ni's God forsook them not, Nor false his Promise made : His Word was past ; therefore, at length, He them to Canaan led. 3 So shall it be, my trembling Friend, With all the chosen Race ; So shall your wounded fearful Soul, Be brought at length to peace. 4 The Storm may rage, the Floods may swell, Awak'ning all your fear ; But glorious Grace, in raging Storms And Floods, does most appear. 5 Thy Cov'nant God, who call'd thee forth, When thou in Bondage lay, In Faithfulness will guard thy Steps Thro' Perils of the Way. 6 Thy Clouds, thy Pains, thy Sorrows deep, Under his skilful Hand, Shall each improve, and lead thee on, Unto the promis'd Land. 7 The Path is try'd, the num'rous Host, That now surround the Throne, Had Fears like you, had wounded Souls, And Comforters had None. 8 Yet, by our glorious Shepherd's care, Thro' all the darksome Way, Safely they pass'd, and wond'ring came To everlasting Day. o(i Original Hymns and Poems. HYMN XV. The Sisters of Lazarus. 1 TN their distress to God they seek, ■*- Persuaded of his Love ; To Jesus send, whose Pow'r they knew Could their Distress remove. 2 His Answer kind revives their Heart, Their Brother shall not die ; His Word they trust, and for their Lord Look out with longing Eye. 3 But Wisdom infinite delays ; Seems not to mind their fears ; The Hours pass on, the Day declines, But no Eelief appears. 4 The Waters swell, the Danger grows, Sad Thoughts distract the [Mind ; O'erwhelming Doubts assault and say Surely your Lord's unkind. 5 What shall they do ? no Jesus comes To heed their mourning Cries ; Hope Staggers now, Hope fails at last, For, lo ! their Brother dies. 6 Poor trembling Hearts ! I feel their Grief, Their frequent helpless Groan ; While Friends around reproachful say, Where is your Lord now gone ? 7 Ye kindred Souls, in deep distress, Who mourn an absent Lord, Ye know the inward tumult, while Your Eyes fail for his Word. 8 You know the fainting, tossing Thoughts, That vex'd then feeble Mind ; No gracious Look, qo Word of Hope, Can the poor Mourners find Original Hymns and Poems. 37 9 But now, behold ! when all Tilings fail, They hear a quickening Ciy ; The Clouds disperse, the Morning dawns, Their gracious Lord draws nigh : 10 Sweet are his Words, kindly he soothes Their sad perplexing Grief, The God he stands of sov'reign Pow'r, To give them full Belief. 11 His Will is equal to his Pow'r, Th' Almighty Word he gives ; Dead Laz'rus hears within his Tomb, Obeys the Call, and lives. 1 2 Jesus, the Lord, still Reigns for us, The Needy's Cry he hears ; Supports their weary wand'ring Steps, And all their Burdens bears. 1 3 He proves, and tries, by long Delays, Makes ev'ry Refuge vain ; Empties of Self, that glorious Grace, His Grace, may ever Reign. 14 Then wait, my Soul, in patience wait, He all thy Sorrows knows ; Observes the Foe, hears ev'ry Sigh, And numbers all thy Woes. 15 The Number's fix'd, the Day is set, That shall Redemption bring ; On ev'ry side shall Joy arise, Thro' your returning King. POEM VI. Hope encouraged. BUT yet, alas ! So blind and foolish is my thoughtless Heart, That present fleeting Phantoms, vain Delusions, 38 Original Hymns and Poems. Find easier access, kinder entertainment, Than Heav'n and all its glories. When, \ when, Shall ev'ry room, each intellectual poVr, Be fitted up, and shine with Heav'nly Graces ? How sweetly pleasing then, instead of Darkness, Thick, gloomy, fearful, to be warm'd and cheer'd With Light divine, with Knowledge lair and useful, Whose openings into new and unknown Scenes, Of brightest Glory, fills the Soul with Wonder ! These charming Views shall gain each wand'ring Passion, Each warm Affection from their low Pursuits ; So shall they move harmonious, and the Godhead, In Jesus full display 'd, be all my Centre. Immortal, glorious Centre ! rich and high, Worthy of ev'ry passion ; boundless, great, And far beyond the Heart's enlarg'd desires, Tho' on its utmost Stretch, God is a Portion Able to give Belief and proper Ease In ev'ry Mis'ry; and no less abounds In what gives highest Pleasure, strong Delight, Unto the Heay'n-born Soul ; which, finding full In Him, what it long sought with racking Care Among the Creatures, now sits down in quiet, Calm, peaceable, serene. Many have been my foolish toilsome Cares, In hope of vain, imaginary Good ; Now sunk in Fear, then big with Expectation, Drawn and toss'd thus on the Bulging Sea Of a delusive World ; still gath'ring Hope From this projected Land, which piomis'd fair While at a Distance, but the Nature shares Of Places tried before, all vain and empty. Tho' this vain course, by the malignant Pow'r Of Darkness still remaining, much prevails; Tho' in thick Clouds it overspreads mv Soul, Frequent and frightful, leading unawares On cruel Snares, and artful Gins prepared Original Hymns and Poems. 39 By cunning Hands, which fill my wand'ring Mind With Fears perplexing; yet the distant hope Light divine, of yon returning Sun, Supports and bears me up : just so a Traveller, Tlio" in rough Way, a doubtful dang'rous Road, Tho' frequently attack'd with gloomy Thoughts Of giving over, while his mournful Eye Sees nought but dreary Woods, broad rapid Pavers, Threat'ning destruction ; yet the Hope of Ease Still undisturb'd, and quiet when at Home, New Vigour gives, enlivens and supports His weaiy Steps. Oh ! let the glorious Morn Break thro' the Darkness, leading me obedient To real, undeceiving Eest ; there I Shall find delightful Ease from all my Cares, And Toils, and Tears, and Doubts, and Deep Vexa- tions. Sure infinite Compassion, boundless Pity, Unmov'd cannot behold me now alone, And wand'ring ; sure my helpless low Estate, With Language loud and moving, Sighs and Moans In his kind Ears ; so frequently attentive To Earth's dumb Cries, op'ning a thousand Mouths And gaping wide for Eain ; or, as he hears The drooping, chirping Birds, when hoary Winter Locks hard the frozen Ground, denying Food And Life unto them ; then Heav'n's bounteous Kin- Supplies them, and preserves their grateful Song For future Spring. Sure, then, he won't despise The Soul, — the noblest Part of the Creation, — Capacious, form'd for high spiritual Things, And fit to join in glorious holy W r ork With Angels pure ; they also owe their Being And each high Priv'lege, to that wond'rous Hand By which all Nature lives ; on which all Things Have their Dependence. How extended is, How wide thy providential Care ! what Numbers Past numb'ring, are, by thy almighty Arm, 40 Original Hymns and Poein*. Supported, and preserv'd from sinking down To their Orig'nal ! ev'n the meanest Insect, Hid from the naked Eye of curious Man, As well 's the tallest, stateliest Work of Nature. HYMN XVI. God's unchangeable Love. Isa. liv. 11 ; Mark vi. 48. " Oh thou afflicted," &c. 1 C\ ZION, afflicted with Wave upon Wave, ^ By no Man comforted, whom no Man can save ; By Darkness surrounded, by Terrors undone ; In toiling and rowing, thy Strength almost gone. 2 Thine Enmies are many, thy Eears overwhelm ; But thy "blessed Pilot — He sits at the Helm ; His Wisdom conducts thee, his Pow'r thee de- fends, In Safety and Quiet thy Warfare He ends. 3 Fearful! Faithless! in Mercy He cries, " My Kindness thou doubts of, my Promise denies ; " Yet I am still with thee, my Promise shall stand ; " Thro' Tossing and Tempest, I'll bring thee to land. 4 " Forget thee I will not, I cannot : thy Name " Engrav'd on my Heart, it does eve remain; " On the Palms of my Hands, while looking, I see " The Wounds I received in dying for thee. Original Hymns and Poems. 4 1 5 " I feel at my Heart all thy Sighs and thy Groans, " For thou art most near me, my Flesh and my Bones ; " In all thy Distresses, thy Head knows the Pain ; " Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain. G " Then trust me, and fear not, thy Life is secure ; " My Wisdom is perfect, supreme is my Pow'r ; " In Love I correct thee, thy Soul to refine, " To make thee at length in my Likeness to shine. 7 " The Foolish, the Fearful, the Weak are my Care ; " The Hopeless, the Helpless, I hear their sad Pray'r ; " From all their Afflictions, my Glory shall spring ; " And the deeper their Sorrows, the louder they'll sing." FINIS. INDEX. Pack. \ rake, Heav'n's Light, and like the purple Morn, 15 But yet, alas ! 37 Go, Prophet, in my wond'rous Name, 9 Infinite Wisdom, Pow'r, and Grace, 1 In their Distress to God they seek, 36 Tn wrathful Seasons, let the Fig Tree large 2G I n your Journey to Zion, 31 Isra'l, though freed from Pharoah's Hand, 35 Jehovah, promise-keeping Lord, 2 Like former fleeting Years, the last is gone, 23 Once my ev'ry Hope and Pleasure, 33 Our Redeemer bids us go, 18 O Zion, afflicted with Wave upon Wave, 40 Refuge, by God's Command alone, 30 Riches of Mercy, precious Gifts, 7 Tho' oft, while threatening Clouds prevail, 20 To-Day Thy Word I heard, 10 When from the All-creating Hand, 3 When Heav'n's enlight'ning Grace descends, 12 Whence is this Table richly spread 1 13 Why was unbelieving I, 6 Ye Friends; and Companions dear, 33 Reprinted for Datokl Sedgwick, Bl, Bod Street, Bishopsgate Street, bj Bowses & Brawn, 18, Prinoea Street, Eolborn, London. A Comprehensive Index OF NAMES OP ORIGINAL AUTHORS & TRANSLATORS OF PSALMS & HYMNS, aj&iti) tf)e Dates ot tfjeir barious . a- s. it Bradshaw, Thomas, 0. 18 Brady, Nicholas, T. P. 1696* Brainard, — , O. 1806 Bralthwaite, Richard, T.P. 1638* Brent, Samuel, O. 1805* Brewer, Jehoida, O. 179 — Bridgewater, Eenry, 0. 1834* Brown, Robert, 0. 1826* Browne, Edward, »>. 1641* Browne, Efimon, O. &T. P. 1720* Browne, Moses, O. & T. P. 1752* Browne, Mary Anne, O. 1835* Broome, William, O. 1739 * Bruce, Michael, O. 1768* Buchan, C— F— . O. 1854* Buchanan, John, O. 1839 Budden, William, O. 1806 Buhner, John, O. ALMS AND HYMNS. rhomaa, O. 1881* Gambold, John, 0. t T. 17M Gibbons, Thomas, 0. & T. P. 1769* Gibbons, John, O. 1772* Gilbert, Ann, 0. 1827* Giles, William, O. & S. 177". Giles, Joseph, O. 1771 tie, Thomas, O. 1813* Glas, John, O. &S. 1778 Glas, Alexander, O. 1775 Glas, Thomas, O. 1775 Godwin, Edward, O. 1745" Goode, William, T. P. 1816* Grant. James, O. 17S4* Grant, Robert, O. & T. P. 1839* Mr. — , O. 1744 Thomas, 0. 1780* Gre< Ding, Elizabeth, O. 1754 Greenwood, Thomas O. 1830* Greville, Robert Kaye, O. & S. 1S3S - Grigg, Joseph, O. 1806* Gruenbeck, Esther, O. 1754 Guion, Delamothe, O. 1801* Gurney, Thomas, O. 1790* Gurney, Joseph John, O. 1837* Gurney, Priscilla, O. & S. 1838* Gyfford, It, Jnn, O. 180—* Habershon, Matthew, O. 1841* Hal , Matthew, O. 1651* Hall, Joseph, T. P. 1624* Hall, Newman, O. 1858* Hamilton, It. Winter, O. 1850 Hammond, William, O. & T. P. 1748 Hancox, Joseph, O. 1840 Hardy, Phillip Dixon, O. & S. 1839* Hart, Joseph, O, 1759* II Ot,. Waller, 0. &T. P. 1727 Harrison, Thomas, O. 1719* Harrison, Susannah, O. 1780* Harvie, Christopher, O. 1640 Haweis, Thomas, O. 1808* Hawkeaworth, John, O. . 188* MlltOIl, John, 0. &T. P. 1645* Mitchell, David, 0. 1731*j Mitchell, Tliomas, O. 18—* Mollinenz, Mary, (). 1702* MonaeU, John S— B— , O. 1837* Montagu, Montagu, T. P. 1851* Montgomery, James, O. & T. P. 1828 Montgomery, Robert, O. 1829* Montgomery, P— V— G— , O.&T. 1856* Moore, Henry, O. 1806* More, Henry, O. 1706* More, Hannah, O. 1780* Morell, Tliomas, O. & T. 1732* Morris, Joseph, T. 1854* Morton, Thomas, M— . O. & S. 178G* Mote, Edward, O. & S. 1S36* Moultrie, John, O. 1837* Mtinn. Nathaniel, O. 1735* Murlin, John, O. 1788* Mutter, George, O. & S. 1825* Musgrave, George, T.P. 1833* Neale, James, O. 1768 Neale, John Mason, O. & T. 18 Needham, John, O. 1768* Neele, Henry, O. 1818* Newborn, James, O. 1S30* Newell, Mr. — , O. 1813 Newman, Richard, O. 1S19* Newstead, Robert, O. 1S25* Newton. John, <>. 177!'' Newton, .lames, O. 1800* Newton. Henry, (). 184—* Nlven, Robert, 0. 1811* Noel, BaptiBi w— , 0. & 8. li Norman, Mr.—. 0. 1787 Norris. John, t >. ft T. P. 1 Norton, Andrews, <>. 1S40 OgQvie, John, O. icT P. 1778 okeiv, Prancis, <). 1764 Olding, Mi>s, O. 1806 Ihomaa, O. | Opie, Amelia, 0. 18 Owen, Charles. < ). 171- Henry, O. 6: S. 1881 Park, Ihomaa, »». 1787 Parnell, Thomas, O. 1758 Parsons, Mary, O. 1819* Parsons. Edward, 0. 1788 Parsons. Lctitia, O. 1808* Patrick, John. T. P. 171 5 Patrick, Symon, O. & T. 1719 Pattison, Samuel, O. i8or Pealio.lv, William, O. 1840 Peacock, John, O. 1778 Pearce, Bamuel, O. 1800 Perronet, Edward, O. 17 P.ny,—; O. 1S06 Phillips, John, T. P. 1698* Phippard, — , O. 1806 Pierpont, John, O. 1816* Pilgrim, Edward Trapp. O. 1837 Pitt, Christopher, T. P. 1787* Pittam, John, O. 1S32* Pope, Alexander, O. 1720* Porter, George, O. 1888* Pritchard, Bees, O. 1764* Pur.lay, Victory. O. 1886* Queries, Francis. O. 1650* Queries, John, o. 1678* R— ., S— P— ., O. 1777 Radford, Joseph, O. ft B Raffles, Thomas. O. 1820 Ragg, Thomas, 0. 18 Raine, Rosa, 0. 1S51* Hawlet. John, O. & T. P. 1687 B a, J— , O. 18 K.lly. James. O. 1758' Rally, John, O. 1768 Rennew, Ann, o. 1711 AUTHORS OF PBALMB AND HYMNS. bn, 0. & s. John, o. 1 Reynold. Joseph, O. & 8. I Rickard. Sain;. ■dgeway, John, 0. 1774 1 Rippon, John, 0. A: 8. 17S7* Rippon, Thomas, <>. 1823 Roberts, Francis, T. P.,16< Robinson, Robert, 0. 1787 Robinson, George, O. 1850 R..w, Thomas, O. 1817 izabeth, O. &T. P. 1739* Rowe, John, 0. 1750 Rowland, Edward, T. P. 1826* William, O. 1840 . William Stanley, 0. 1S40 Rozzel, William, O. 1823 panel], Frederick, T. P. 1843* Russell, Thomas, O. & S. 1S42* Russell, A — T— , O. 1S42 Russell, Joshua, O. 1853* Rutherford, Archibald, 0. 1775 Ryland, John, 0. 177 J Ryland, Dr. John, 0. Satl'ery. Maria Grace, O. 1834* Salwey, Thomas, 0. 1>4; Sandeman, Robert, O. 1775 Sandiland, Robert, 0. 1775 Sandy, George, O. & T. P. 1636* Say, Samuel, O. & T. P. 174 V Bchoolbred, Andrew, Ewen, O. 1849* Seott, Thomas, (). 177V Elizabeth, O. 1806 Scott, Robert Allan, T. P. 1839* Boott, William,.0. 1840* Seagrave, Robert, O. & S. 1748* Beaton, Thomas, O. & S. 1734" Serle, Ambrose, O. 1787 Seward, Benjamin, O. 1739 Sewell, William, 0. 1835* Shepherd, Thomas, O. 1692* Shepherd, Richard, H— ., 0. 1843' Sheppard, John, O. 1850* Shenston, William, O. 1S33* Shirley, Walter, O. 177" Shoveller, Mr. — .. <>. i>..,-, Shrubsole, William, (). 1, Sidney, Philip, T, P. Sidney, Mary, T. P. 18S ■ Sigourney, Lydia, (). 1841 1 Sikes, Sarah, O. 1815* Simpson, David, O. & S. 17S0* Sims, Mr. T— , O. 1742 Sims, Thomas, 0. & S. 1839* Simeon, Patrick, O. 1686* Bkelton, Philip, O. 1784* Skurray, Francis, T. P. 1 - Slade, E— W— , O. 1S29* Blinn, Sarah, O. 1779 Small, James, O. 1831* Smart, Christopher, T. P. 1765* Smith, Robert, Martyr, O. 1555 Smith. Thomas, O. 1788* Smith, William, M— , O. 1805* Smith, James Edward, O. 1S40 Smyth, Miles, T. P. 167* Smyth, Edward, O. 1780* Sowden, Benjamin, 0. 1769* Spire, R— , O. 1758* Spooner, Thomas, O. 1762* Staines, Matthew, 0. 1S14* Stebbing, John, 0. 1850* Steele, Anne, O. & T. P. 1760* Stennett, Joseph, 0. & T. P. 1713* Stennett, Dr. Samuel O. 1787 | Stennett, Samuel, O. 1S36* j Stenson, John, O. & S. 1855* j Stephens, Thomas, O. 1661* 1 Sternhold, Thomas, T. P. 1 55V j Stewart, John, 0. 1803 Stocker, John, O. 1776 St.. dart, Mary Ann, O. 1840 Btoddon, Samuel, O. 1702* Stogdou, Hubert, 0. 1729* Stouehouse, George, O. 1/54 Stonehouse, Maria Theresa, O. 1754 BtOTT, Sarah, O. fcT. 1- 7 Stow, John, T. P. 1 Vlll AUTHORS OF TSALMS AND HYMNS. Straphan, J—, O. 1787 Strateer, — , O. 1806 Stringer, Thomas, O. 1853* Sutclifle, Joseph, O. 1837* Swain, Joseph, O. 1796* Swaine, Edward, 0. 1839* Swertner, John, O. ft S. 1789* Symonds, — , O. 1806 Tate, Nahum, T. P. 1696* Taylor, Jeremy, O. 1655* Taylor, Clare, O. 1742 Taylor, John, O. 1827* Taylor, Jane, O. 1S26* Taylor, Emily, O. 1826* Taylor, William, 0. 1840 Teate, Faithful, O. 1669* Thistlewaite, Grace, O. 1842* Thodey, Samuel, O. 1850 Thomson, George, O. 1776* Thomson, John, O. 1S40 Thursby, — , O. 1806 Toilet, Elizabeth, T. P. 1756* Tonna, Charlotte Elizabeth, O. 1846* Toplady, Augustus, O. & T. P. 1759* Towers, John, O. 1770* Trapp, Joseph, O. & T. P. 1748* Trivett, Edward, O. & S. 1755* Tucker, William, O. 1772 Turner, Daniel, O. 1747* Turner, Frances, O. 1852* Tuite, E— D— , O. 1824* Unwin, — , O. 1806 [Jpcraft, Thomas, O. 1824 Usher, James, T. P. 1823* Vaughan, Henry, O. & T. P. 1655* Vaughan, Thomas, (). 1772 Venter, Thomas, O. 1775 Vilant, William, (). & T. P. 1689* Vincent, Thomas, O. 168—* Fluey, Richard, <>. 1754 Voke, Mrs. — , O. 1806 W— gt— n, J— W— , O. 1777 Wadsworth, Thomas, O. I Wallin, Benjamin, O. 17 Henry. Jun. O. 1840 Wardlaw, Ralph, o. & S. 1803* Waring. J—, O. 180S* Waring, S— M— , O. Washbourn, Mrs. S— O. 183S Washbounie Thomas, O. I Waterstone, William, O. 1778 Watts, Isaac, O.&T. P. 17 Wells, John, O. 179—* Wesley, Samuel. Sen. O. & T. P. 1700* Wesley, Samuel. (>. i;: Wesley, Charles, O. &T. P. 1739* Wesley, John, O. & T. 1739* West, John, O. 1754 West. Mrs. — , O. 1S33* Westhorp, William. O. 1828* White, Henry Kirke, O. 1803* Wilks. Matthew, O. 1834* Willison, John, O. 1747* Wilson, Thomas, O. 1829 Wilson, Susannah, O. 1814* Williams, William, O. 1759* Williams, Edward, O. & S. 1S01* Williams, Isaac, 0. ft T. 1S41* Winchester, Elhanan, o. 1791 Wingrove, John. <>. 1785* Winkworth, Catherine, T. I Wither, George, O. & T. P. 1628 Woodford, Samuel, O. fz T. P. 1667 Worboise, Bhuma Jane, O. l y i— Wrefbrd, John BeynelL o. 1840 Wright, John, o. 1787 Wright, George, <>. 177s Wyan. Richard, O. ft 8. 17:.'.' fate, Richard 0. 1772 fates, Hiclianl, vaughan, O. 1840 Young, John. o. 1 Hnsendorf, Nicholas, O.&T. 1764 Zinzendorf. Christian H— . 0, 1764 Zlnzendorf, Anna Oaritas, O. 1764 N H — The greater portion Of this list is copied [from the Original works, and refers to hist editions; imt where ooworkhas been published by the Author, the date of the collection In which their hymns first appeared is given.— The compiler wishes fed make the list more complete, and communications to that effect will be welcomed Library of Spiritual Songs. REPRINTED VERBATIM ROM Tin: ORIGINALS; WITH BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES OF THE AUTHORS. I. Mason's (John) "Spiritual Songs," 1683.— "Penitential Cries," by Thomas Shepherd, 1692. With Memoirs of the Authors. 12mo, cloth, 3s. 6d. II. WILLIAMS' (WILLIAM) "Hosannah to the Son of David," 1759.— gy on the Rev. George Whiteficld," 1771. — "Gloria in Ex- celsis," 177'-'. With Memoir of the Author by the Rev. Edward Margin, A.M. 12mo, cloth, 4s. III. Toplady's (Augustus Montague) "Hymns and Sacred Poems," 1759. With Sketch of his Life and Poetry. 12mo, cloth, 4s. 6d. IV. Seagrave's (Robert) "Hymns for Christian Worship," 17-13. With Sketch of the Author. 12mo, cloth, 2s. V. Grigg's (JoSErn) "Hymns on Divine Subjects," with "Serious Poems," 1756. With Sketch of the Author. 12mo, cloth, 2s. VI. SkDUWIOk'8 (Daniel) " Comprehensive Index of Names of Original Authors and Translators of Psalms and Hymns, with the Dates of their various Works." 1860. 12mo, 6d. %* The following Authors arc in preparation : — Thomas Olivers, Edward Perronet, John Stocker, Joseph Stennott, Samuel Stennett, John Ryland, Thomas Harrison, Daniel Turner, Job Hupton, &c. N.B.— It is proposed (if a sufficient number of subscribers can be procured) to reprint, in the Series, the beautiful hymns of Miss Anne Steele — a poetess next to Dr. Watts. 12mo, cloth, 6s. Friends approving of the same will obligo by remitting their names to tho Publisher, Daniel Sedgwick, 81, Sun Street, Bishops- gate, London ; or Hamilton, Adams, and Co., Patornoster Row, London. Literary Notices, MASON and SHEPHERD. " This collection of Sacred Poetry first appeared in the years 1G83 and 1G92. It is well worth reprinting, and will supply most valuable additions to our modern hymnals. Mr. Mason's hymns, in particular, have sometimes all the pathos of Watts, with greater eleva- tion and dignity." — Notes and Queries, August G, 1859. "We some time ago noticed the republication of Williams's hymns — the work before us is another of the same series. It is curious, and will repay examina- tion. There are brief memoirs of the two authors pre- fixed." — Church of England Magazine, August, 1859. " Two remarkable pieces of old divinity, admirably reprinted in a neat duodecimo volume. The 'Spiritual Songs,' by the Rev. John Mason, were first published in 1G83, and the 'Penitential Cries/ by the Rev. Thos. Shepherd, in 1692. Long associated with each other in the sweetest sympathies of Christian readers, it is most gratifying to meet with these precious compo- sitions once again, in a form in which the world at large, if it will have them, may participate in the profit of their perusal. The earnest piety, melody of verse, and even the quaintness of diction, combine to enhance their value as sterling portions of the great body of Gospel song." — Christian Cabinet, August 21th, \i " The introduction is full of interesting biographical matter, which forms an excellent preparation for the perusal of the subsequent pages, which abound in excellent evangelical sentiment, showing in what light the cross of Christ was viewed by our remote ancestors." — Christian Witness, August, 18-39. WILLIAMS. " We have been anxiously waiting for a long time for some Welshman to undertake the task of present- ing his countrymen, as well as his neighbours, the English, with a new edition of Old Williams's English Hymns, but until recently in vain. " We have it now however laid before us ; the volume contains, at least it professes to contain, the whole of the English Hymns of the sweet Songster of Wales. "The llosannak was published by the Author in the year 1759, a century ago : at that period Mr. Williams had only published one of his Welsh Hymn Literary Notices. 3 Books — tho Alleluia — some of the English Hymns in the Hosannah are translations from the Welsh Hymn Book just named ; but by far the greater portion are original, and on new subjects. " The other work in this volume, "Gloria in Excelsis," was composed at the request of Lady Huntingdon, for the service of the Orphan House, built by Mr. White- field, in Georgia, in America : this was printed in Carmarthen, in 1772. " The present edition has been issued by Mr. Daniel Sedgwick, Bookseller, Sun Street, London, and is & fac- simile of the originals published by Mr. Williams himself; the Rev. Edward Morgan, of Syston, Leicester- shire, has contributed some notes to the work, with a brief review of the Life of the Author. Some of Williams's hymns are as well known as those of Watts or Cowper ; and although the Author has been rather negligent in his language, owing doubtless to his lack of practice^in the English, which makes his hymns appear more rugged and less refined than could have been desired, in order to make them acceptable amongst the highly cultivated English critics, yet no one who has felt the corruption of his own heart, and acquainted with the workings of faith in the Redeemer, can read them without heartfelt rejoicing, and value them as a suitable medicine for pouring out his tenderest feelings — consecrated in words which incline us to consider them almost inspired — and so apposite as to make us believe they were intended for our own individual case." — Translated from the " Traethodgdd" April, 1859. " Williams was one of the first preachers among the Welsh Calvinistic Methodists, and extensively popular as an author of Welsh hymns, among which he first published that very general favourite, "Guide me, thou great Jehovah/' His hymns having been for many years exceedingly scarce, Mr. Sedgwick has been induced to reprint them « and the curious in such matters will doubtless thank him, and add this volume to their respective collections." — Watchman, January 26th, 1859. " This is the first of a Series which it is intended to publish, of the best hymns of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, in the exact words of their Authors. The idea is a good one ; for our best hymns ■4 Literary Xotices. have been sadly mutilated aud spoiled." — Notes and Queries, February 5th, 1859. "This is a volume of considerable interest, more especially to those who knew the good and able man whose name is inscribed on the title-page. Mr. Wil- liams was a moral hero in his day and generation, a Clergyman of distinguished talents and high character, who spent seventy-four years in traversing this vale of tears. The Rev. Mr. Morgan, Vicar of Syston, lias materially added to the value of the book by his interest- ing introductory Essay." — Christian Witness, Feb., 1859. "Mr. Williams was born in 1717, and was ordained deacon in 1740 ; but, being refused priest's orders, he joined the Welsh Calvinistic Methodist body, and died in 1791. He appears to have been a most zealous man. He was the author of two well-known hymns, one beginning, " O'er those gloomy hills of darkness," the other, " Guide me, O thou great Jehovah." The volume before us is a reprint of two of Mr. Williams's works, which appeared in 1759 and 1772. The hymns they contain are devotional and impassioned ; and it seems that the productions of his muse have been remarkably popular in the principality. In his own language no doubt they possessed considerable merit ; but he was not sufficiently acquainted with English to express himself in flowing verse. The second hymn which we have mentioned was originally composed in Welsh, and translated into English by another hand. Very few could be introduced into our psalmody; yet we are pleased at the republication of them, and think that this little volume will form an interesting study to the devout mind." — Church of England Magazine, March 31st, 1859. " This volume of hymns was composed by a remark- able character who lived in North Wales during the latter part of the last century, and for at least forty- five years travelled forty or fifty miles every week, preaching mostly in Welsh, all through the Principality. I le chiefly wrote in Welsh, in which he excelled as an Author; but the work before us he composed in Eu- glish. That not being his native tongue, there is at times a stiffness apparent in his compositions; and yet there is a force and originality breathing through his uncouth language, which show that he knew and felt Literary Notices. 5 what he said, and that no mercenary motive or thirst for human praise moved his pen, but that he wrote for the glory of God and the good of his people. A well- known hymn of his begins, " O'er those gloomy hills of darkness," and may be found in most collections." — Gospel Standard, June, 1859. " W. Williams was a Welsh clergyman of the period of Whitefield, and a great hymn-writer and preacher in his day, We are indebted to him for " Guide me, O thou great Jehovah," " O'er those gloomy hills of dark- ness," and other well known-hymns, originally con- tained in the collection named above, which are now reprinted in the volume before us. The poetry is characterized by great spiritual fervour, deep religious feeling, and, frequently, flashes of true genius. But the verses are too rude and unfinished to be generally acceptable at the present day. Many, however, will be interested in the volume as a curious illustration of the state of feeling in the principality a century ago." — Baptist Magazine, July, 1859. "The Rev. W. Williams was, in his time, one of the great leaders and supporters of the Welsh Calvinistic connexion, and, with the gift of poesy largely deve- loped in his mental and spiritual constitution, frequently essayed in verse the glories of the kingdom of peace. He has been spoken of as the " last lyric poet of South Wales," for his muse chose her native tongue at a time when it remained in comparative purity. After the lapse of a hundred years since these works were written, they are now reproduced, with facsimile titles of the originals, from the original Welsh editions, namely, the " Hosannah" and " Gloria in Excelsis;" and the Christian community have a boon conferred upon them by the placing of such within their reach." — Christian Cabinet, August 2-ith, 1859. TOPLADY. " It is satisfactory to possess, for the first time, after the lapse of a century, a complete collection of all the hymns composed by the Author of " Deathless princi- ple, arise." — Preface. " The admirers of the great anti- Arminian and anti- Wesleyan champion of the last century, will be doubtless gratified with this elegant and correct reprint of his poetry. And those who arc not admirers of 6 Literary Notices. Toplady the Calvinist, yet love the Christian, and know how to distinguish things that differ, and to separate the precious from tho vile, may read this volume to advantage. In his happiest moments, Toplady was so fervent, so forcible and compact, and withal so tender, that his compositions can hardly be distinguished from those of Charles Wesley. It is not wonderful, therefore, that some of his admirers have repeatedly ascribed to him poems which Wesley published before he was born, or during his early childhood. Mr. Sedgwick has performed an act of literary justice in omitting these from the present edition, and pointing out the publica- tions of Wesley in which they may be found. But when the lustre which these shed upon his name is withdrawn, it shines brightly among hymnists. " Deathless principle, arise !" and M Hock of Ages cleft for me," will probably live as long as the English Language ; and to have written either might satisfy the aspirations of a Christian ambition." — Watch; March 21st, 1860. " Two or three books have lately appeared from the same publisher, re-producing the Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the 17th and 18th centuries. We have noticed these. We are glad to find Toplady's Sacred Poems re-published in the same way. Toplady was no ordinary man : as a hymn-writer he will always be had in honour. His "Rock of Ages, cleft for mo" his " Your harps, ye trembling saints," and some others, are worthily preserved in almost every collection. Some hymns have been incorrectly attributed to him, and it is one of the advantages of the present volume that it gives a list of these, with the real authors. On turning over the book before us, we see many excellent hymns. This volume will be welcomed." — Church of England Magazine, March, 18 GO. "To Mr. Toplady we owe some of our sweetest and most edifying hymns, "Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness," " Deathless principle, arise," " Rock of Ages cleft for me," "Your harps, ye trembling saints,'' and many others, arc familiar and dear to all Christian hearts. We doubt not that many persons will be interested to see the whole of Mr. Toplady's Poetical Works, which they will find collected here without omission, abridg- ment, or alteration." — Baptist Magazine, April, lb'GO. Literary Notices. 7 " Blessed Toplady ! his Hymns and Poems, as well as his " Jesus seen of Angels," and many other of his precious and powerfully written pieces, must ever keep alive his memory in the hearts of the Lord's living family. This edition is very clear, and well adapted tQ the reader, whose sight, like our own, is failing." — Gospel Magazine, March, 1860. "We recommend Mr. Sedgwick's reprints of Mason, Shepherd, Williams, aud Toplady, to our readers." — Christian Treasury, April, 18 GO. " One of the best of Mr. Sedgwick's very useful and interesting Series. The author of " Rock of ages," and " Deathless principle, arise," must always rank among the highest of our hymn-writers. The latter is a noble and truly Christian rendering of the Emperor Adrian's Ode to the departing Soul, which need fear no com- parison with the versions of Flatman, Prior, or Pope." — Xotes and Queries, March lGth, 1861. SEAGRAVE. " This is another of the interesting and useful series of reprints, in which Mr. Sedgwick is re-producing the original text of the various compositions of our most popular hymn-writers. Seagrave, like so many of them, was an earnest Nonconformist, but he had the advan- tage of an academical education at Cambridge, and one of his hymns at least — the well-known one beginning, * Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings," — is as much characterised by refined taste as ardent piety, and ought never to be omitted from any collection of English Hymns." — Notes and Queries, October 13th, 1860. "This work is another of the series now publishing of the hymns and spiritual songs of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. We have heretofore noticed some of these reprints. In the volume before us there are several very pleasing hymns, and there is at the end a most useful chronological table of English hymn- writers from the earliest date to the present time." — Chiwch of England Magazine, November 30th, 1860. " The Reverend Robert Seagrave was the author of several pamphlets on doctrinal points, to which con- siderable weight was attached a century and a quarter ago. He was for some years Sunday evening lecturer at Lorimers'-hall, Basinghall-street, all traces of which are 8 Literary Notices. now lost, and frequently preached at the Tabernacle, City-road. The hymns before us breathe throughout a truly Christian spirit, and, as literary compositions, many of them are above the ordinary merits of such productions." — City Press. GRIGG. " This tract is another in the series of reprints which the publisher designates the " Library of Spiritual Songs," and which, if his design is sufficiently encou- raged, will comprise "the best hymns of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, faithfully reprinted from the originals." The idea is an excellent one, and we wish it all success. Mr. Grigg (or, as it is more commonly spelt, Greig), will be long known as the author of two hymns which were general favourites in the last gene- ration, "At Jacob's well a stranger sought," and " Behold a Stranger's at the door." The first is now disused, partly, at least, because it was married to an air which modern taste would scarcely approve ; the second, probably on account of its length. But another of this author's compositions retains its hold on general estimation, and is found in most modern collections. Nor is the acceptance it meets with undeserved. Humble and fervent piety in all ages and countries will sympathise with the sentiment it so well embodies — " Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee?" The editor tells us that this hymn was written by Grigg at the age of ten years. Wo wish he had given the authorities for this statement in full, for, if true, it is as remarkable an illustration of praise perfected out of the mouth of babes as we ever remem- ber to have met with." — Watchman, Jan. 30th, 18G1. " Mr. Grigg was a dissenting minister of the last century. He was the author of some pleasing hymns, contained in the little book before us. We think that Mr. Sedgwick is conferring a boon upon the public by reprinting the productions of so many early hymn- writers." — Church of England Magazine February 28th, 1861. \* A Catalogue of upwards of 1G00 Psalm and Hymn books can be obtained by applying to the publisher and remitting G postage stamps. This is the only cata- logue ever issued devoted entirely to divine poetry.