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 HYMN I. 
 
 The Song of the Angels. For the Nativity of qui 
 7 fed Lord and Saviour. 
 
 Luke ii. ver. 8 — 15. 
 
 "HILE fhepherds watch'd their flocks by 
 All feated on the ground, [night ? 
 
 The Angel of the Lord came down, 
 And glory fhone around. 
 
 -2 " Fear not," faid he, for mighty dread 
 Had feiz'd their troubled mind ; 
 " Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 To you, and all mankind. 
 
 3 ■" To you, in David's town, this day 
 
 Is born, of David's line, 
 The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord ; 
 And this mail be the fign : 
 
 4 " The Heav'nly Babe you there {hall fintl 5 
 
 To, human view difplay'd, 
 All meanly wrapp'd in fwathing bands, 
 And in a manger laid." 
 
 £ Thus fpake the Seraph, and forthwith 
 Appear'd a mining throng 
 Of Angels, praifmg God, who thus 
 Addrefs'd their joyful fong : 
 
HYMN II 
 
 6 " All glory be to God on high, 
 And to the earth be peace, 
 Good-will, henceforth, from heav'n to men, 
 Begin, and never ceafe.'^ 
 
 HYMN II. 
 
 The Song of Men refponfive to the Song of the 
 Angels. 
 
 1 TT^HILE Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, 
 
 V V Shall men no Anthem raife ? 
 O may we lofe thefe ufelefs tongues, 
 When we forget to praife ! 
 
 2 Then let us fwell refponfive notes, 
 
 And join the heav'nly throng ; 
 For Angels no fuch love have known 
 As we, to wake their fong. 
 
 3 Good-will to finful duft is fhown, 
 
 And peace on earth is giv'n ; 
 For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes, 
 With news of joy from heav'n ! 
 
 4 Mercy and truth, with fweet accord, 
 
 His riling beams adorn ; 
 Let heav'n and earth in concert fing, 
 " The Promis'd Child is born." 
 
 5 Glory to God, in higheft. (trains, 
 
 By higheft worlds is paid : 
 Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd, 
 And by our liver, difplay'd ; 
 
HYMN III. 
 
 Till we attain thofe blifsful realms, 
 Where now our Saviour reigns ; 
 
 To rival thefe celeftial choirs 
 In their immortal (trains ! 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 On the Sufferings of our bkjfed Lord and Saviour. 
 
 1 T7*ROM whence thefe direful omens round, 
 JL Which heav'n and earth amaze : 
 Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? 
 Why hides the fun his rays ? 
 
 •2 Well may the earth ailoniih'd make, 
 And nature fympathize ! 
 The fun as darkeft night be black ! 
 Their Maker, Jefus, dies ! 
 
 3 Behold faft ftreaming from the tree 
 His all-atoning blood ! 
 Is this the Infinite ? 'tis he, 
 My Saviour and my God ! 
 
 4? Foi me thefe pangs his foul alTail, 
 For me this death is borne ; 
 My fins gave iharpnefs to the nail, 
 And pointed ev'ry thorn. 
 
 5 Let fin no more my foul enflave, 
 Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ; 
 -O fave me, whom thou cam'ft to fare. 
 Nor bleed, nor die in vain ! 
 
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HYMM IV, v. 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 
 On the RefurreBion. 
 
 1 1NCE Chrift our Paflbver is (lain, 
 O A facrifice for all ; 
 
 Let all, with thankful hearts, agree 
 To keep the feflival : 
 
 2 Not with the leaven, as of old, 
 
 Of fin and malice fed ; 
 But with unfeign'd fincerity, 
 And truth's unleaven'd bread. 
 
 3 Chrift being rais'd by Pow'i divine, 
 
 And refeu'd from the grave, 
 Shall die no more ; Death flia.ll on him 
 No more dominion have. 
 
 4 For that he died, 'twas for our fins 
 
 He once vouchfaf'd to die : 
 But that he lives, he lives to God 
 For all eternity. 
 
 5 So count yourselves as dead to fin, 
 
 But graciouily reftord, 
 And made, henceforth, alive to God, 
 Through Jefus Chrift our Lord. 
 
 HYMN V. 
 
 For the fame. 
 
 HRIST from the dead is rais'd and made 
 The Firft Fruits of the tomb ; 
 For, as by man came death, by man 
 Did refurreclion come. 
 
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HYMN VI. 
 
 2 For, as in Adam all mankind 
 
 Did guilt and death derive ; 
 So by the righteoufnefs of Chriit, 
 Shall all bernade alive. 
 
 3 If then ye rifen are with Chriit, 
 
 Seek only how to get 
 The things which are above, where Chriftj 
 At God's right hand is fet. 
 
 HYMN VI, 
 
 Breathing after the Holy Spirit. 
 
 1 /^OME, Holy Ghoft ! Creator, come, 
 ^^ Infpire the fouls of thine ; 
 
 Titf ev'ry heart which thou hail: made 
 Be fill'd with grace divine. 
 
 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 
 
 Of God, and fire of love ; 
 The everlafting fpririg of joy, 
 And unction from above. 
 
 3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'il 
 
 God's law in each true heart ; 
 The promife of the Father, thou 
 Dofl heav'nly fpeech impart. 
 
 4> Enlighten our dark fouls, till they 
 Thy facred love embrace ; 
 AffiPt our minds, by nature fra:l ? 
 With thy celeftial grace, 
 
8 HYMN VII. 
 
 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 
 And give us peace within, 
 That, by thy guidance bleft, we may 
 Efcape the mares of fin. 
 
 <j Teach us the Father to confefs, 
 And Son, from death reviv'd, 
 And thee with both, O Holy Ghoft, 
 Who art from both deriv'd. 
 
 HYMN VII. 
 
 For the fame. 
 
 1 r*\ OME, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, 
 V-^ With all thy quick'ning pow'rs ; 
 Kindle a flame of facred love 
 
 In thefe cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 See how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond. of thefe earthly toys ; 
 Our fouls how heavily they go, 
 To reach eternal joys ! 
 
 3 In vain we tune our lifelefs fongs, 
 
 In vain we drive to rife ! 
 Hofannas languifh on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 % Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning pow'rs ; 
 Come (lied abroad a Saviour's lov 
 And that fhall 1: indie ours. 
 
HYMN VIII, IX. 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 For the fame. 
 
 E's ccme ! let ev'ry knee be bent, 
 All hearts new joy refume 5 
 Sing, ye redeem'd, with one confent, 
 " The Comforter is come." 
 
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 2 What greater gift, what greater love, 
 
 Could God on man bellow ? 
 Angels for this tejoice above, 
 Let man rejoice below ! 
 
 3 Hail, BleiTed Spirit ! may each foul 
 
 Thy facred influence feel ; 
 Do thou each fmful thought control, 
 And fix our wav'ring zeal ! 
 
 4 Thou to the confcienee doft convey 
 
 Thole checks which we mould knQW ; 
 Thy motions point to us the way ; 
 Thou giv'ft us ilrength to go. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 For the Holy Communion. 
 
 From the Revelation of St. John. 
 
 I *nPHOU, God, all glory, honour, pow'r, 
 JL Art worthy to receive ; 
 Since all things by thy pow'r were made, 
 And by thy bounty live. 
 
 * Qhap. iv. 
 
10 HYMN X. 
 
 2 f And worthy is the Lamb all pow'r, 
 
 Honour, and wealth to gain, 
 Glory and flrength ; who for our fins 
 A facrifice was flain ! 
 
 3 J All worthy thou, who hail: redeem'd, 
 
 And ranfom'd us to God, 
 From ev'ry nation, ev'ry coaft, 
 By thy mod precious blood. 
 
 4- || Blefling and honour, glory, pow'r, 
 By all in earth and heav'n, 
 To him that fits upon the throne, 
 And to the Lamb be giv'n. 
 
 HYMN X. 
 
 For the fame. 
 
 1 A yTY God, and is thy table fpread ? 
 i-VJ. And does thy cup with love o'erflow ? 
 Thither be all thy children led, 
 
 And let them thy fweet mercies know ! 
 
 2 Hail facred Feaft, which Jefus makes ! 
 
 Rich banquet of his flefh and blood ! 
 Thrice happy he who here partakes 
 
 That faci ed dream, that heav'nly food ! 
 
 3 Why are its dainties all in vain 
 
 Before unwilling hearts difplay'd ? 
 Was not for you the victim flain ? 
 Are you forbid the children's bread ? 
 
 f Chap. v. 1 2. % Chap. v. 9. J] Fer. ] & 
 
H Y M N X I. 11 
 
 ■it O let thy table honour'd be. 
 
 And furnim'd well with joyful gueft's ! 
 And may each foul falvation fee, 
 That here its holy pledges taftes ! 
 
 5 Drawn by thy quick'ning grace, O Loid, 
 
 In countlefs numbers let them come, 
 And gather from their Father's board, 
 The bread that lives beyond the tomb ! 
 
 6 Nor let thy fpreading gofpel reft, 
 
 Till through the world thy truth has run, 
 Till with this bread all men be bleft 
 Who fee the light, or feel the fim ! 
 
 HYMN XL 
 
 For the fame. 
 
 I" A ND are we now brought near to Goc?, 
 A A Who once at diftance ftood ? 
 And, to eiFect this glorious change, 
 Did Jelus fhed his blood ? 
 
 2 O for a fong of ardent praife, 
 
 To bear our fouls above ! 
 What mould allay our lively hope, 
 Or damp our flaming love ! 
 
 3 Then let us join the heav'nly Choirs, 
 
 To praife our Heav'nly King ! 
 O may that love which fpread this board 
 Infpire us while we fine?; — 
 
12 nv;i:i xil. 
 
 4 " Glory to God in higheft drains, 
 " And to the earth be peace ; 
 " Good-will from heav'n to men is come ; 
 " And let it never ceafe !" 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 
 On the Ne*v Tear. 
 
 I r I "*HE God of life, whofe conftant care 
 -*- With bleilings crowns each op'ning year, 
 My fcanty fpan doth ftill prolong, 
 And wakes anew mine annual fong. 
 
 '1 How many precious fouls are fled 
 To the vaft regions of the dead, 
 Since to this day the changing fun 
 Through his laft yearly period run ! 
 
 ) We yet furvive ; but who can fay, 
 " Or through this year, or month, or day, 
 " I {hall retain this vital breath, 
 " Thus far, at leaft, in league with death ?" 
 
 1- That bre ith is thine, Eternal God ; 
 'Tis thine to fix my foul's abode ; 
 It holds its life from thee alone, 
 On earth, or in the world unknown. 
 
 ~> To thee our fpirits we refign, 
 Ma!:e them and own them {till as thine ; 
 So (hall they live fecure from fear, 
 Though .:ea:h Ihould blaft the rifing year. 
 
H Y 3S M X I il . I 3 
 
 -i Thy children, panting to be gone, 
 May bid the tide of time roll on, 
 To land them on that happy ihore, 
 Where years and death are known no more i 
 
 7 No more fatigue, no more diilrefs, 
 Nor fin, nor hell lhull reach that place ; 
 No groans to mingle with the fongs, 
 Refounding from immortal tongues : 
 
 8 No more alarms from ghoflly foes ; 
 No cares to break the long repofe ; 
 No midnight ihade, no clouded fun, 
 But facred, high, eternal neon. 
 
 9 O, long expected year ! begin ; 
 Dawn on this world of woe and fin ; 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 To deep in death, and reft with God. 
 
 HYMN XIII. 
 The Chrijliarfs Hope. 
 
 I T^THEN, rifing from the bed of death, 
 W O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 
 I fee my Maker, face to face ; 
 O how (hall I appear ! 
 
 '2 If yet, while pardon may be found, 
 And mercy may be fought, 
 My heart with inward horror fnrinke, 
 And trembles at the though!; ; 
 
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14 HYMN XIII. 
 
 t When thou, Lord, fhalt (land difclos'ii 
 In Majefty fevere, 
 And fit in judgment on my foul ; 
 O how Ihall I appear ! 
 
 4 But thou haft told the troubled mind, 
 
 Who does her iins lament, 
 
 The timely tribute of her tears 
 
 Shall endlefs woe prevent. 
 
 5 Then fee the forrow of my heart, 
 
 E'er yet it be too late ; 
 And hear my Saviour's dying groans, 
 To give thefe forrows weight. 
 
 6 For never fhall my foul defpair 
 
 Her pardon to procure, 
 Who knows thy only Son has died, 
 To make her pardon fure. 
 
 7 Great God ! with wonder and with praifr 
 
 On all thy works I look 1 
 But (till thy wifdom, pow'r, and grace, 
 Shine brighter in thy Book. 
 
 S The ftars, that in their courfes roll, 
 Have much inftruciion oiv'n ; 
 But thy good Word informs my foul 
 How I may foar to heav'n. 
 
 9 The fields provide me food, and flio^ 
 The goodnefs of the Lord ; 
 But fruits of life and glory grow 
 In thy mod holy Word. 
 
HYALN XIV 
 
 10 Here are my choiceft treafures hid, 
 
 Here my belt comfort lies ; 
 Here my deiires are fatisfyM, 
 And here my hopes arife. 
 
 11 Lord, make me underftand thy law, 
 
 Show what my faults have been ; 
 And from thy gofpel let me draw 
 Pardon for all my fin. 
 
 12 Here would I learn how Chrifl has die4 
 
 To fave my foul from hell ; 
 
 Not all the books on earth befide 
 
 Such heav'nly wonders tell. 
 
 23 Then let me love my Bible more> 
 And take a frefh delight, 
 By day to read thefe wonders o'er, 
 And meditate by night. 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 On Gratitude to God. 
 1 TT7HEN all thy mercies, O mj God^ 
 V V My riling foul furveys, 
 Tranfported with the view, Fm loft 
 In wonder, love, and praife ! 
 
 5? O how {hall words with equal warmth 
 The gratitude declare, 
 That glows within my ravifli'd heart 1 
 But thou can' ft read it there. 
 
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 3 Thy Providence my life fuftain'd, 
 And all my wants redrcft, 
 When in the filcnt womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the bread. 
 
 £< To all my weak complaints and criet. 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
 To form themfeiyes in pray'r. 
 
 .8 Unnumber'd comforts to my foul 
 Thy tender care .beftow'd, 
 Before my infant heart conceiv'd 
 From whom thofe comforts flow'd. 
 
 6 When in the flipp'r.y paths of youth 
 
 With heedlefs fteps I ran, 
 Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd uae fafe, 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths* 
 
 It gently clear'd my way, 
 And through the pleafmg inares of vice, 
 More to be fear'd than they. 
 
 S When worn with ficknefs, oft had thou 
 With health renew'd my face ; 
 And when in fins and forrows funk, 
 Reviv'd my foul with grace. 
 
 9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly 1 
 Has made my cup run o'er ; 
 And in a kind and faithful friend 
 Has doubled all my ftore. 
 
HYMN XV. 
 
 10 Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart, 
 That taftes thofe gifts with joy. 
 
 1 1 Through ev'ry period of my life 
 
 Thy goodnefs I'll purfue ; 
 And after death, in diftant worlds. 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 12 When nature fails, and day and night 
 
 Divide thy works no more, 
 My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy fhall adore. 
 
 13 Through all eternity to thee 
 
 A joyful fong I'll raife ; 
 
 For oh ! eternity's too fhort 
 
 To utter all thy praife. 
 
 HYMN XV. 
 
 ;&n the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens : beings, 
 Translation of Part of the 1 9th Pfalm of David* 
 
 i nr^HE fpacious firmament on high, 
 JL With all the blue ethereal fky, 
 And fpangled heav'ns, a mining frame, 
 Their great original proclaim. 
 
 it Th' unwearied fun, from day to day, 
 Does his Creator's pow'r difplay, 
 And publim^s to ev'ry land 
 The work of an Almighty Hand. 
 B2 
 
18 HYMN XVI. 
 
 3 Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; 
 And nightly to the lifVning earth, 
 Repeats the ftory of her birth : 
 
 I Whilft all the ftars that round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
 And fpread the truth from pole to pole, 
 
 5 What though in folemn filence all 
 Move round the dark terreftrial ball ; 
 What though no real voice nor found 
 Amidft their radiant orbs be found ; 
 
 6 In reafon's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice. 
 For ever iinging as they fliine, 
 
 " The Hand that made us is divine." 
 
 HYMN XVI. 
 
 On the Providence of God. Taken chiejly ft or: 
 the 2'3d Pfalm of David. 
 
 1 ^pHE Lord my pafture (hall prepare, 
 
 A And feed me with a fhepherd's care : 
 His prefence fhall my wants i'upply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 
 2 My noonday walks he fhall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend \ 
 When in the fultry glebe I faint, 
 
 Or on the thirlty mountain pant. 
 
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 6 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary wand'ring iteps he leads, 
 Where peaceful rivers, loft and flow, 
 Amid the verdant landikip flow. 
 
 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overfpread ; 
 My fteadfafl heart ihall fear no ill, 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me ft ill j 
 
 5 Thy friendly crook fhail give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful (hade : 
 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
 Through devious lonely wilds I (tray, 
 
 £ Thy bounty mall my pains beguile, 
 The barren wildernefs fhall fmile, 
 . With fudden greens and herbage crown'd 
 And dreams ihall murmur all around. 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 For the Mercies of Redemption. 
 
 1 A LX-Ciorious God, what hymns of praif< 
 -t\ Shall our tranfported voices raife ! 
 What ardent love and zeal are due, 
 While heaven (lands open to our view ! 
 
 '2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low I 
 Juft on the brink of endlefs woe ; 
 When Jertis from the realms above, 
 Eprne on the winq-s of boundlefs love. 
 
20 HYMN XV in 
 
 % Scattei 'd the fhades of death and night, 
 And fpread around his hcav'nly light ! 
 By him what wondrous grace is fhown 
 To fouls impoverifh'cr and undone ! 
 
 4 He (hows beyond thefe mortal fhores, 
 A bright inheritance as ours ; 
 Where Saints in light our coming wait, 
 To ill are their holy, happy ftate ! 
 
 HYMN XVIII. 
 
 For Public Mercies and Deliverances. 
 
 I O ALVATION doth to God belong ; 
 O His pow'r and grace fhall be our fong; 
 From him alone all mercies flow ; 
 His arm alone fubdues the foe ! 
 
 +2 Then praife this God who bows his ear 
 Propitious to his people's prayer ; 
 And though deliv'rance he may flay, 
 Yet anfwers {till in his own day. 
 
 3 O may this goodnefs lead our land. 
 Still fav'd by thine Almighty hand, 
 The tribute of its love to bring 
 
 To thee, our Saviour and our King ,* 
 
 4 Till ev'ry public temple raife 
 
 A fong of triumph to thy praife ; 
 And ev'ry peaceful private home 
 Yo thee a temple fhall become. 
 
HYMN 
 
 Still be it our fupreme delight 
 To walk as in thy glorious fight ; 
 Still in thy precepts and thy fear, 
 Till life's lad hour, to nerfevere. 
 
 HYMN XJX 
 
 On God's Dominion over the Sea. 
 
 1 f~^ OD of the feas ! thine awful voice- 
 vJT Bids all the rolling waves rejoice ^ 
 And one foft word of thy command 
 Can fink them filent in the fand. 
 
 ■2 The fmalieft fifh that fwims the feas., 
 Sportful to thee a trihute pays ; 
 And larger! monfters of the deep, 
 At thy command, or rage or fleep. 
 
 S Thus is thy glorious power ador'd 
 Among the wat'ry nations, Lord ! 
 Yet men who trace the dang'rous waves,, 
 Forget the mighty God who faves ! 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 Which may be ufed at Sea or on Land. 
 
 I T ORD ! for the jud thou doft provide $ 
 JL^ Thou art their fiiie defence ! 
 Eternal wifdorn is their guide, , 
 Their help Omnipotence, 
 
22 HYMN 
 
 2 Though they through foreign lands fhould 
 
 And breathe the tainted air [roam, 
 
 In burning climates, far from home ; 
 Yet thou, their God, art there. 
 
 3 Thy goodnefs fweetens ev'ry foil, 
 
 Makes ev'iy country pleafe ; 
 Thou on the fnowy hills doft fmile, 
 And fmooth'ft the rugged feas ! 
 
 4- When waves on waves, to heav'n upiear'd, 
 Defy'd the pilot's art ; 
 When terror in each face appear'd, 
 And forrow in each heart ; 
 
 5 To thee I rais'd my humble pray'r, 
 To fp.atch me from the grave ! 
 I found thine ear not flow to hear, 
 Nor friort thine arm to fave ! 
 
 § Thou gav'ft the word — the winds did ceafe 7 
 The ftorms obey'd thy will, 
 The raging fea was hulh'd in peace, 
 And every wave was ftill ! 
 
 7 For this, my life, in every ftate, 
 A life of praife mail be ; 
 And death, when death mail ,be my fate, 
 Shall join my foul to thee. 
 
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KVM'X XXI, XXII. 23 
 
 HYMN XXI. 
 
 Prayer and hope of Viclory. 
 
 1 \T OW may the God of grace and pow'r 
 JL^I Attend his people's humble cry ; 
 Defend them in the needful hour, 
 
 And fen<T deliverance from on high. 
 
 2 In his falvation is our hope, 
 
 And in the name of Ifrael's God 
 Our troops mall lift their banners up ; 
 Our navies fpread their flags abroad. 
 
 3 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, 
 
 And fome of chariots make their boafts % 
 Our furefl expectations are 
 
 From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts ! 
 
 4 Then favc us, Lord, from flavifh fear, 
 
 And let our truft be firm and ftrong* 
 Tiii thy falvation fhall appear, 
 
 And hymns of peace conclude our fong. 
 
 HYMN XXII. 
 
 For the life of the SkL 
 
 1 T XT HEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, 
 VV Paft mercies teach me where to fly ; 
 Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, 
 When ficknefs grieves, and pains invade. 
 
 £ To all the various helps of art 
 Kindly the healing pow'r impart ; 
 Bethefda's* bath refus'd to fave, 
 XJnlefs an Angel blefs*d the wave. 
 
 * John v. 4. 
 
24 hYMN xxit. 
 
 3 All med'cines aj$ by thy decree, 
 Receive commiffion all from thee' ; 
 
 And not a plant which fpreads the plains, 
 But teems with health, when heav'n ordains. 
 
 4 Clay and Siloam'sf pool, we find, 
 
 At heav'n's command reftor'd the blind ; 
 And Jordan's:}; waters hence were feen 
 To wafh a Syrian leper clean. 
 
 5 But grant me nobler favours ftill y - 
 Grant me to know and do thy will ; 
 Purge my foul foul from ev'ry ftain, 
 And fave me from eternal pain. 
 
 ( i) Can fuch a wretch for pardon fue ! 
 My crimes, my crimes arlfe in view, 
 Arreit my trembling tongue in pray'r, 
 And pour the horrors of defpair. 
 
 7 But thou, regard my contrite fighs, 
 My tortur'd brealt, my ftreaming eyes ; 
 To me thy boundlefs love extend, 
 My God, my Father, and my Friend. 
 
 § Thefe lovely names I ne'er could plead, 
 Had not thy Son vouchfaPd to bleed ; 
 His blood procures for human race 
 Admittance to die Throne of Grace. 
 
 9 When fin has fhot its poifon'd dart, 
 And confcious guilt coirodes the heart, 
 His blood is all-fufiicient found 
 To draw the (haft and heal the wound. 
 
 ' Jshn ix. 7. % 2 Kings v. 10. 
 
i : What arrows pierce lb deep as fin ? 
 What venom gives inch pain within ? 
 Thou great Phyfician of ihe foul, 
 Rebuke my pangs and make me whole. 
 
 11 O ! if I trull thy fov'reign fkill, 
 And bow fubmiffive to thy will, 
 Sicknefs and death (hall both agree 
 To bring me, Lord, at laft to thee. 
 
 HYMN XXIII., 
 On Recovery from Sicknefs. 
 
 1 TIT THEN we are rais'd from deep dhlrefs, 
 
 VV Our God defer ves our fong '--;• 
 We take the pattern of our praife 
 From Hezekiah's-* tongue. 
 
 2 The gates of the devouring grave 
 
 Are open'd wide in vain, 
 If he that holds the k^eys of death 
 Command them fail again. 
 
 3 When he but fpeaks the healing word,. 
 
 Then no difeafe withstands ; 
 Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, 
 And fly, as he commands. 
 
 4? If half the firings of life fhould break. 
 He can our frame reftore, 
 And cad our fins behind his back,. 
 And they are found no more. 
 
 * Jfaiah xxxix. 9, £sfe 
 
26 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 5 To him I cry'd, " Thy fervant fave, 
 * Thou ever good and juft \ 
 
 11 Thy pow'r can refcue from the grave ; 
 " Thy pow'r is all my truft !" 
 
 6 He heard, and fav'd my foul from death, 
 And dry'd my falling tears : 
 
 Now to his praife I'll fpend my breath, 
 Through my remaining years. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. 
 On the fame. 
 
 1 |k /T Y God, flnce thou haft rais'd me up, 
 iA A Thee I'll extol with thankful voice ; 
 Reftoi'd by thine Almighty pow'r, 
 
 With fear before thee I'll rejoice. 
 
 2 With troubles worn, with pain opprefs'd, 
 
 To thee I cry'd, and thou didft fave ; 
 Thou didft fupport my finking hopes, 
 My life didft refcue from the grave. 
 
 3 Wherefore, ye Saints ! rejoice with me. 
 
 With me fmg praiies to the Lord ; 
 Call all his goodnefs to your mind, 
 And all his faithfulnefs record. 
 
 4 His anger is but fhort ; his love, 
 
 Which is our life, hath certain (lay ; 
 Grief may continue for a night, 
 But joy returns with rifing day ! 
 
HYMN XS'V 
 
 5 Then what I vow'd in my diilrefs, 
 
 In happier hours I now will give, 
 And ftrive that in my grateful verfe 
 His praifes may for ever live. 
 
 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 
 The bleft and undivided Three, 
 The one fole Giver of all life, 
 Glory and praife for ever be. 
 
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 HYMN XXV. 
 
 Funeral Confolations. 
 EAR what the voice from lieav'n declare- 
 
 To thofe in Chrift who die ! 
 " Released from all their earthly cares, 
 " They reign with him on high." 
 
 2 Then, why lament departed friendsj 
 
 Or (hake at death's alarms ? 
 Death's but the fervant Jefus fends 
 To call us to his arms. 
 
 3 If fin be pardon'd we're fecure, 
 
 Death hath no fting befide ; 
 The law gave Cm its ftrength and pow^r .; 
 But Chrift, our ranfom, died ! 
 
 4 The graves of all his faints he blefs'd, 
 
 When in the grave he lay ; 
 And rifing thence, their hopes he rais'd 
 To eyerlafting day i 
 
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 Then joyfully, while life we have, 
 To Chrift, our life, we'll fmg ; 
 
 (; Where is thy victory, O grave ? 
 " And where, O dealh, thy fling 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 ChryTs Commlfion to preach the Go/pel. 
 St. Matth. chap. x. 
 O forth, ye 'heralds, in my name, 
 
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 Sweetly the Gofpel trumpet found ; 
 The glorious Jubilee proclaim, 
 
 Where'er the human race is found. 
 
 2 The joyful news to all impart, 
 
 And teach them where falvation Ties ; 
 With care bind up the broken heart, 
 Ancl wipe the tears from weeping eye:. 
 
 3 Be wife as ferpents where you go, 
 
 But harmlefs as the peaceful dove. 
 And let your heav'n-taught conducl fhow 
 That ye're commiffion'd from above. 
 
 4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd, 
 
 Freely, in love, to others give ; 
 Thus fhall your doctrines be believ'd, 
 Ajid, by your labours, finners live e 
 
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HYMN XXVII. 
 
 HYMN XXVII, 
 
 1 he fame Commtjjion, from St. Mark xvi, 15. £sV. 
 and from St. Matt, xxviii. 18, &c. 
 
 1 » y^i O preach my Gofpel, faith die Lord, 
 
 V_T" Bid the whole earth my grace receive; 
 " Explain to them my facred Word, 
 " Bid them believe, obey, and live. 
 
 2 " I'll make my great commuTion known, 
 
 " And ye fhall prove my Gofpel true, 
 " Jjy all the works that I have done, 
 " And all the wonders ye fhall do. 
 
 3 " Go heal the fick, go raife the dead, 
 
 <{ Go caft out devils in my name ; 
 " Nor let my prophets be afraid, 
 " Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blafpheme. 
 
 4? " While thus ye follow my commands, 
 " I'm with you till the world fhall end 5 
 " Ail pow'r is trufted in my hands ; 
 " I can deftroy, and can defend." 
 
 5 He fpake, and light fhone round his head j 
 On a bright cloud to heaven he rode ! 
 They to the fartheft nation fpread 
 The giace of their afcended God. 
 

 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 J'he Coming and OJJice of CbrijL Luke iv. 18, 19. 
 
 1 IT ARK the glad found, the Saviour comes, 
 -*- X The Saviour promis'd long ! 
 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a long. 
 
 2 On him the fpirit largely pour'd, 
 
 Exerts his iacred lire ; 
 Wifdom and might, and zeal and love. 
 His holy breait infpire. 
 
 3 He comes, the prifoners to releafe, 
 
 In Satan's bondage held, 
 The sratjes of brafs before him burft, 
 The iron letters yield. 
 
 4? He comes, from thicked films of vice 
 To clear the mental ray ; 
 And on the eyes oppiefs'd with night, 
 To pour ceiellial day. 
 
 '"> He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 The bleed in ? loul to cuie, 
 And with the treasures of his grace, 
 T' enrich the humble poor. 
 
 G Our glad No/annas, Piince of Peace, 
 Thy welcome ihall proclaim ; 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
H'TI-.IN XXIX. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 The Bleffednefs of G of pel Times ; or, the. Revelation 
 o/'Chrift to Jenvs and Gentiles, lfa. v. 2, 7—10. 
 Matt. xiii. 16, 17. 
 
 .1 T T OW beauteous are their feet 
 JLJl Who (land on Zion's hill ; 
 Who bring falvation on their tongues. 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 
 2 How charming is their voice ! 
 
 How fweet their tidings are ! 
 "Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, 
 " He reigns and triumphs here.' ; 
 
 3 How happy are our ears 
 
 That hear this joyful ibund, 
 Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 And fought, but never found ! 
 
 i How blefied are our eyes 
 
 That fee this heavenly light .! 
 Prophets and kings defir'd it long, 
 But died without the fight. 
 
 5 The watchmen join their voice, 
 
 And tuneful notes employ, 
 
 Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs, 
 
 And deferts learn the joy, 
 
 6 The Lord makes bare his arm 
 
 Thr ough all the earth abroad ! 
 ,Let every nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 
32 HYMN XXX. 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 Chrift dying, rifing, and reigning. 
 
 1 TT E dies ! the Friend of finners dies ! 
 JLJL Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around f 
 A folemn darknefs veils the ikies ! 
 
 A iiidden trembling (hakes the ground ! 
 
 2 Come faints, and drop a tear or two 
 For him who groan' d beneath your load j 
 He (lied a thoufand drops for you, 
 
 And thoufand drops of richer blood ! 
 
 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree j 
 The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
 But lo ! what fudden joys we fee ! 
 Jefus the dead revives again ! 
 
 4 The rifing God forfakes the tomb ! 
 Up to his Father's court he flics ; 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 And ihout him welcome to the fkies ! 
 
 5 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell 
 How high our great Deliverer reigns j 
 Sing how he fpoil'd the hofts of hell, 
 And led the tyrant death in chains ! 
 
 6 Say, " Live for ever, glorious King, 
 
 " Born to redeem, inftrucl, and fave !" 
 Then afk — «*0 death, where is thy (ling ? 
 f* And where thy victory, O grave :'' 
 
IIYMX XXXI. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. 
 
 Chrift's Afcenfimt. Pfalm rsir. 7. 
 
 1 /AUR Lord is rifen from the dead. 
 VJ' Our Jefus is gone up on high ; 
 The powers of hell are captive led, 
 Dragged to the portals of the fky. 
 
 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 And angels chaunt the folemn lay ; 
 
 " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
 " Ye everlafting doors, give way !" 
 
 3 Loofe all your bars of maffy light. 
 And wide unfold the radiant fcene ; 
 He claims thole mauflons as his right. 
 Receive the King of Glory in. 
 
 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who ?" 
 The Loid that all his foes overcame. 
 The world, fin, death and hell o'erthrev;-, 
 And Jefus is the conquerors name. 
 
 5 Lo ! his triumphant chariot waits, 
 And angels chaunt the folemn lay, 
 
 " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates I 
 ." Ye everlafting doors give way !" 
 
 6 " Who is the King of Glory, who ?" 
 The Lord of boundlefs power pofieft^ 
 The King of faints and angels too, 
 God over all, forever bleft ! 
 
34 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 The Penitent's Supplication. 
 
 1 /~\ THOU that hear'ft when fmners cry, 
 v-/ Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
 Behold them not with angry look, 
 
 But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 
 
 2 Create my nature pure within, 
 And form my foul averfe to fin : 
 Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
 Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 
 
 3 I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 Caft out and banifh'd from thy fight c 
 Thine holy joys, my God, reftore, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 
 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, 
 Thy help and comfort dill afford : 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne, 
 To plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
 Is all the facrifice I bring ; 
 
 The God of grace will ne'er defpife 
 A broken heart for facrifice. 
 
 6 My foul lies humbled in the duft, 
 .And owns thy dreadful fentence juft ; 
 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And fave the foul condemn'd to die. 
 
f HYMN XXXIII. 35 
 
 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
 Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace ; 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And they fhall praife a pard'ning God. 
 
 8 O may thy love infpire my tongue, 
 Salvation fhall be all my fong ; 
 And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs 
 The Lord, my ftrength and righteoufnefs. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. 
 
 Jer. iii. 22. Hof. xiv. 4. 
 
 1 T"T OW oft, alas ! this wretched heart 
 JLJl Has wander'd from the Lord ! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
 
 Forgetful of his word ! 
 
 2 Yet fov'reign mercy calls, " Return ;" 
 
 Dear Lord, and may I come ! 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
 O take the wanderer home ! 
 
 3 And can ft thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 
 
 And bid my crimes remove ? 
 And fhall a pardon'd rebel live 
 To fpeak thy wondrous love ? 
 
 4 i\lmighty grace, thy healing pow'r, 
 
 How glorious, how divine ! 
 That can to life and blifs reft ore 
 So vile a heart as mine. 
 
UQ 1IV-.UN XXXIV, 
 
 S Thy pard'ning love, fo free, fo fweov, 
 Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
 O keep me at thy facred feet, 
 And let me rove no moie. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 The Pool of BethefJa. John v. 2 — k 
 
 1 TTOW long, thou faithful God fhall I 
 JL X Here in thy ways forgotten lie ? 
 When mail the means of healing be 
 The channels of thy grace to me ? 
 
 2 Sinners on ev'ry fide ftep in, 
 
 And warn, away their pain and fin ; 
 But I, an helplefs ftn-uck foul, 
 Still lie expiring at the pool. 
 
 3 Thou cov'nant-angcl, fwift come down, 
 To-day, thine own appointments crown ; 
 Thy pow'r into the means infufe, 
 
 And give them now their facred life. 
 
 4 Thou feed: me lying at the pool, 
 
 I would, thou know' it I would be whole 
 O let the troubled waters move* 
 And miniftcr thy healinc love. 
 
HYMN XXXV. 37 
 
 HYMN XXXV. 
 
 The True Penitent, 
 
 1 f~\ THAT my load of fin were gone ! 
 K-S that I could at laft fubmit, 
 
 At Jems' feet to lay it down ! 
 To lay my foul at Jefus' feet ! 
 
 2 Reft for my foul I long to find : 
 
 Saviour of ail, if mine thou art, 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 And ftamp thy image on my heart. 
 
 3 Break off the yoke of inbred fin, 
 
 And fully fet my fpirit free ; 
 I cannot reft, till pure within, 
 Till I am wholly loft in thee. 
 
 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; 
 
 Thy light and eafy burden prove* 
 The crofs, all ftain'd with hallowed blood, 
 The labour of thy dying lotfe. 
 
 5 I would ; but thou muft give the pow'r ; 
 
 My heart from ev'ry iin releafe ; 
 Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
 And fill me with thy perfecT: peace. 
 
 ^ Come, Lqrd, the drooping fmner cheer, 
 Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ; 
 Appear in my poor heart, appear ; 
 My G<fd, my Saviour, come away ! 
 
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HYMN XXXV T. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 The necejftly of renewing Grace. 
 
 1 TT O W helplefs guilty nature lies, 
 XX Unconfcious of its load ! 
 The heart unchang'd can never rife 
 
 To happinefs and God. 
 
 2 The will perverfe, the pafllons blind, 
 
 In paths of ruin ftray : 
 Reafon debas'd can never find 
 The fafe, the narrow way. 
 
 3 Can ought beneath a pow'r divine 
 
 The ftubborn will fubdue ? 
 'Tis thine, almighty Saviour, thine 
 To form the heart anew. 
 
 4 'Tis thine the paflions to recall, 
 
 And upwards bid them rife ; . 
 And make the fcales of error fall 
 From reafon's darken'd eyes. 
 
 .> To chafe the fhadcs of death away, 
 And bid the fim.er live ! 
 A beam of heav'n, a vital ray 
 'Tis thine alone to give. 
 
 6 O change thefe wretched hearts of ours, 
 And give them life divine ! 
 Then fhall our paflions and our pow'rs, 
 Almighty Lord, be thine. 
 
HYMN XXXV II. 39 
 
 HYMN XXXVII. 
 Watchfulnefs and Prayer, Matt. xxvi. 41. 
 
 1 A LAS, what hourly clangers rife ! 
 x\ What fnares befet my way ! 
 To heav'n, O let me lift my eyes, 
 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 
 
 And melt in flowing tears ! 
 My weak refiftance, ah, how vain ! 
 How ftrong my foes and fears ! 
 
 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, 
 
 My feeble efforts aid ; 
 Help me to watch, and pray, and ftrive, 
 1 hough trembling and afraid. 
 
 4 Increafe my faith, increafe my hope, 
 
 When foes and fears prevail ; 
 
 And bear my fainting fpirit up, 
 
 Or foon my ftrength will fail. 
 
 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 
 
 Or lure my feet afide, 
 My God, thy powerful aid impart, 
 My guardian and my guide. 
 
 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 
 
 And bid the tempter flee ; 
 And let me never, never ftray * 
 
 From happinefs and thee, 
 
40 HYMN XaXVIII. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 The Joys of Heaven. 
 
 1/^1 OME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 
 V^/ Infpire each lifelefs tongue ; 
 And let the joys of heaven impart 
 Their influence to our fong. 
 
 2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care, 
 
 And difcord there iTiall ceafe ; 
 And perfect joy, and love fmcere, 
 Adorn the realms of peace. 
 
 3 The foul from fin for ever free, 
 
 Shall mourn its power no more ; 
 But, cloth' d in fpotlefs purity, 
 Redeeming love adore. 
 
 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright !) 
 
 Th' exalted Saviour mines ; 
 And beams ineffable delight 
 On all the heav'nly minds. 
 
 5 There mail the followers of the Lamb 
 
 Join in immortal fongs ; 
 And endlefs honours to his name 
 Employ their tuneful tongues. 
 
 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praife and love, 
 
 Our feeble notes infpire ; 
 Till in thy blifsful courts above, 
 We join th' angelic choir. 
 
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HYMN XXXIX. 41 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 Heavenly Joy on Earth. 
 
 1 /^lOME, we that love the Lord, 
 V^ And let our joys be known ; 
 Join in a fong with fweet accord, 
 And thus furround the throne. 
 
 '2 The forrcws of the mind 
 
 Be banifh'd from this place ; 
 Religion never was defign'd 
 To make our pleafures lefs. 
 
 3 Let thofe refufe to fing 
 
 That never knew our God, 
 But fav'rites of the heav'nly King- 
 May fpeak their joys abroad. 
 
 4 The God that rules on high 
 
 And thunders when he pleafe, 
 That rides upon the ftormy fky, 
 And manages the feas : 
 
 5 This awful God is ours, 
 
 Our Father and our love ; 
 He fhall fend down his heav'nly pow'rs 
 To carry us above. 
 
 6 There fball we fee his face, 
 
 And never, never fin ; 
 There from the rivers of his grace 
 Drink endlefs pleafures in. 
 JD2 
 
42 H V M \ XL. 
 
 7 Yes, and before we rife, 
 
 To that immortal Rate, 
 The thoughts of fuch amazing blifs 
 Should conftant joys create. 
 
 8 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below ; 
 Celeftial fruits on earthly ground, 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 9 The hill of Sion y ields 
 
 A thoufand iacred fweets, 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields 
 Or walk the golden ftreets. 
 
 10 Then let our fongs abound, 
 
 And ev'ry tear be dry ; 
 We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground. 
 To fairer worlds on liicrh. 
 
 HYMN XL. 
 
 Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. 
 
 1 TJ OW long ihall earth's alluring toys 
 XTx Detain our hearts and eyes, 
 Regardlefs of immortal joys, 
 And ftrangers to the fkies ? 
 
 % Thefe tranfient fcenes will foon decay, 
 They fade upon the light ; 
 And quickly will their brightefl day 
 Be loft in endlefs night. 
 
HYMN XLX. 43 
 
 3 Their brighteft day, alas, how vain ! 
 
 With confcious fighs we own ; 
 While clouds of forrow, care, and pain, 
 O'erfhade the ftniling noon. 
 
 4 O could our thoughts and wifhes fly- 
 
 Above thefe gloomy fhades, 
 To thofe bright worlds beyond the fky, 
 Which forrow ne'ei invades! 
 
 5 There joys unfeen by mortal eyes. 
 
 Or reafon's feeble ray, 
 In ever blooming profpects rife, 
 Unconfcious of decay. - 
 
 6 Lord, fend a beam of light divine, 
 
 To guide our upward aim ! 
 
 With one reviving touch of thine 
 
 Our languid hearts inflame. 
 
 7 Then mall, on faith's fublimeft wing, 
 
 Our ardent wifhes rife 
 To thofe bright fcenes, where pleafur es fpringj. 
 Immortal in the fkies. 
 
 HYMN XLI. 
 The Ghriftiaifs Corjldencc. 
 I TT7HEN I can read my title clear 
 
 To manfions in the fkies, 
 I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
44 HYMN XLII. 
 
 2 Should earth againft my foul engage, 
 
 And fiery darts be hurl'd, 
 Then I can fmile at fatan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 Let Itorms of forrow fall ; 
 So I but fafely reach my home, 
 My God, my heav'n, my all. 
 
 1- There I (hall bathe my weary foul 
 In feas of heav'nly reft, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Acrofs my peaceful breaft. 
 
 HYMN XLII. 
 
 Life the Day of Grace and Hope. 
 
 Eccl. ix. 4—6, 10. 
 
 1 T IFE is the time to ferve the Lord, 
 JL_j The time t' enfure the great reward ; 
 And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vi]ell finner may return. 
 
 l 2 Life is the hour that God hath giv'n 
 To 'fcape from hell, and fly to heav'n ; 
 The day cf grace, and mortals may 
 Secure the blefllngs of the day. 
 
 :i The living know that they mull die ; 
 But all the dead forgotten lie; 
 Their mem'ry and their fenfe is gone, 
 Alike unknowing and unknown. 
 
HYMN XI.1II. 45 
 
 4? Their hatred and their love is loft, 
 Their envy bury'd in the duft ; 
 They have no lnare in all that's done 
 Beneath the circuit of the fun. 
 
 5 Then what my thoughts defign to do, 
 My hands with all your might purfue ; 
 Since no device nor work is found, 
 Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 
 
 d There are no acts of pardon paft 
 In the cold grave to which we hafte ; 
 But darknefs, death, and long defpair, 
 Reign in eternal filence there. 
 
 HYMN XLIII. 
 
 The Goodnefs of God. Nahum i. 7. 
 
 i '\7'E humble fouls, approach your God 
 X With fongs of facred praife, 
 For he is good, fupremely good, 
 And kind are all his ways. 
 
 2 All nature owns his guardian care, 
 
 In him we live and move ; 
 But nobler benefits declare 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 
 
 To ranfom rebel worms ; 
 'Tis here he makes his goodnefs known 
 In its diviner forms. 
 
46 HYMtf XLIV. 
 
 4- To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 
 'Tis here our hope relies ; 
 A fafe defence, a peaceful home, 
 When ftorms of trouble rife. 
 
 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 
 
 The fouls who truit in thee ; 
 Their humble hope thou wilt reward, 
 With blifs divinely free. 
 
 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love, 
 
 What honours mall we raife ? 
 Not all th' angelic fongs above 
 Can render equal praife. 
 
 HYMN XLIV. 
 Miming Hymn. 
 WAKE, my foul, and with the fun 
 
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 Thy daily courfe of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull floth, and early rife 
 To pay thy morning facrirlce. 
 
 2 Redeem thy mifpent time that's pad ; 
 Live this day, as if 'twere thy laft : 
 T* improve thy talents take due care ; 
 'Gaintl the great day thyfelf prepare. 
 
 3 Let all thy converfe be fmcere, 
 
 Thy confcience as the noonday clear : 
 Think how th* all-feeing God, thy ways 
 And all thy fecret thoughts, furveys. 
 
HYMN XLIV. 
 
 4 Wake, and lift up thyfelf, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part ; 
 Who all night long unwearied fing 
 Gloiy to thee, eternal King. 
 
 a I wake, I wake, ye heav'nly choir ; 
 May your devotion me infpire ; 
 That I like you my age may fpend* 
 Like you may on my God attend, 
 
 6 May I like you in God delight, 
 Have all day long my God in fight £ 
 Perform like you my Maker's will : 
 Oh ! may I never more do ill. 
 
 7 Glory to thee, who fafe hall: kept, 
 And haft refreili'd me while I llept ; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death fhall wake, 
 I may of endlefs life partake. 
 
 8 Lord, 1 my vows to thee renew ; 
 Scatter my fins as morning dew ; 
 Guard my firft fpring of thought and will, 
 And with thyfelf my fpirit fill. 
 
 9 Direct, control, fuggefl this day, 
 All I defign, or do, or fay ; 
 
 That all my pow'rs, with all their might, 
 In thy fole glory may unite. 
 
 10 Praife God, from whom all bleilmgs flow f 
 Praife him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, y 9 angelic hoft ; 
 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
43 HVMN XLV. 
 
 HYMN XLV. 
 
 Evening Hymn. 
 
 1 f^s LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 vJT Foi all the bleflings of the light : 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Under thy own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ills that I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myfelf, and thee, 
 I, eie I fleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that fo I may 
 Triumphant rife at the lad day. 
 
 4 O may my foul on thee repofe, 
 
 And with fweet fleep mine eyelids clofe : 
 Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make, 
 To ferve my Gcd, when I awake. 
 
 5 When in the night I ileeplefs lie, 
 
 My foul with heav'nly thoughts fupply : 
 Let no ill dreams difturb my reft, 
 No pow'rs of darknefs me moled. 
 
 (3 Let my bleft guardian, while I fleep, 
 Clofe to my bed his vigils keep ; 
 Divine love into me inftil, 
 ♦Stop ;ill the avenues of ill. 
 
HYMN XLTI. 49 
 
 7 Thought to thought with my foul converie, 
 Celeftial joys to me rehearfe ; 
 
 And in my ftead, all the night long, 
 Sing to my God a grateful fong. 
 
 8 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow, 
 Praife him all creatures here below ; 
 Praife him above, y' angelic hoft ; 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy GhofL ■ 
 
 HYMN XLVI. 
 Paraphrafe of the 100th Pfalm. 
 
 1 TlEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 13 Ye nations, bow with facred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
 He can create, and he deftroy. 
 
 2 His fov'reign power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
 And when like wand'ring fheep we ftray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We are his people, we his care, 
 
 Our fouls, and all our mortal frame ; 
 What laftino: honours fhall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 
 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs. 
 High as the heav'n our voices raife ; 
 
 And earth, with her ten rhoufand tongues* 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 
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5Q HYMN XL VII. 
 
 5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 Vafl as eternity thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock thy truth muft Hand, 
 When rolling years fhall ceafe to move. 
 
 HYMN XLVII. 
 Praife to the Redeemer. 
 
 1 HPO our Redeemer's glorious name 
 
 JL Awake the facred fong ! 
 O may his love (immortal flame !) 
 Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 
 
 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach : 
 
 What mortal tongue difplay ? 
 Imagination's utmolt ftretch 
 
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 In wonder dies away. 
 
 5 He left his radiant throne on high, 
 Left the bright realms of blifs, 
 And came to earth to bleed and die I 
 Was ever love like this ? 
 
 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 
 
 Our humble thanks to thee ; 
 
 May ev'ry heart with rapture fa}', 
 
 " The Saviour dy'd for me." 
 
 5 O may the fweet, the blifsful theme 
 
 rill ev'ry heart and tongue ; 
 Till Grangers love thy charming name, 
 And join the facred long. 
 
HYMN XLVIII. 51 
 
 HYMN XLVIII. 
 Communion nvlth Cbrlfi, 
 
 1 HPO Jems, our exalted Lord, 
 
 JL That name, in heav'n and earth adorM, 
 Fain would our hearts and voices raife 
 A cheerful fong of facred praife. 
 
 2 But all the notes which mortals know, 
 Are weak, and languiming, and low ; 
 Far, far above our humble fongs, 
 
 The theme demands immortal tongues. 
 
 5 Yet, whilft around his board we meet; 
 And worfliip at his facred feet ; 
 
 O let our warm affections move, 
 In glad returns cf grateful love. 
 
 4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore, 
 But long to know and love thee mere ; 
 And whilfc we tafte the bread and wine, 
 Defire to feed on joys divine. 
 
 9 Let faith our feeble fenfes aid, 
 
 To fee thy wondrous love difplay'd ; 
 Thy broken fie ih, thy bleeding veins, 
 Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 
 
 6 Let humble penitential woe, 
 
 With painful, pleafing anguiih flow ; 
 And thy forgiving love impart 
 Life, hope, and joy to ev'ry heart. 
 
52 HYMN J. LIX, L. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. 
 The Lord's Day. 
 
 1 Tlf ELCOME, fwect day of reft, 
 
 V V That (aw the Lord arife ; 
 Welcome to this reviving breaft, 
 And thefe rejoicing eyes. 
 
 2 The King himfelf comes near 
 
 To feaft his faints to-day ; 
 Here we may fit, and fee him here* 
 And love and praife and pray. 
 
 3 One day amidft the place 
 
 Where Jefus is within, 
 Is better than ten thoufand days 
 Of pleafure and of fin. 
 
 4 My willing foul would ftay 
 
 In fuch a frame as this, 
 Till it is call'd to foar away 
 To everlafting blifs. 
 
 l ¥ 
 
 HYMN L. 
 Preparations for religious Woijhip. 
 AR from my tho'ts, vain world begone, 
 
 Let my religious hours alone ; 
 From flefh and ienfe I would be free, 
 And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 
 
HYMN LI. 53 
 
 My heart grows warm wkh holy fire, 
 And kindles with a pure defire, 
 To fee thy grace, to taite thy love, 
 And feel thine influence from above. 
 
 3 When I can fay that God is mine, 
 When I can fee thy glories fhine, . 
 I tread the world beneath my feet, 
 And all that men call rich and great. 
 
 4 Send comfort down from thy right hand, 
 To cheer me in this barren land ; 
 
 And in thy temple let me know 
 The joys that from thy prefence flow. 
 
 HYMN LI. 
 
 Thine eyes jloall fee the King In his Beauty. 
 Ifaiah xxxiii. 17. 
 
 I QHOULDnatuie's charms to pleafe the eye, 
 O In fweet aflemblage join, 
 AH nature's charms would droop and die, 
 Jefus. compar'd with thine. 
 
 ft Vain were her faired beams difplay'd, 
 And vain her blooming ftoie ; 
 Her brightnefs languishes to fhade, 
 Her beauty is no more. 
 
 > But ah, how far from mortal fight 
 The Lord of glory dwells ! 
 A veil of interpofmg night 
 Kis radiant face conceals. 
 E2 
 
S4 HYMN LI I. 
 
 4 O could my longing fpirit rife 
 On ftrong immortal wing, 
 And reach thy palace in the ikies, 
 My Saviour and my King ! 
 
 6 There thoufands worfhip at thy feet, 
 And there (divine employ !) 
 The triumphs of thy love repeat, 
 In fongs of endleis joy. 
 
 6 Thy prefence beams eternal day, 
 O'er all the blifsful place ; 
 Who would not drop this load of clay, 
 And die to fee thy face ? 
 
 HYMN LII. 
 
 The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures* 
 
 1 T?ATHER of mercies ! in thy word 
 Jl What endlefs glory mines ! 
 Forevei be thy name ador'd 
 
 For thefe celeitial lines. 
 
 2 Here may the wretched fons of want 
 
 Exhaultlefs riches find ; 
 Riches above what earth can grant, 
 And lafting as the mind. 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows 
 
 And yields a free xepaft, 
 Sublimer fweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing tafle. 
 
HYMN LIN. &ff 
 
 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heav'nly peace around ; 
 And life, and everlafling joys 
 Attend the blifsful found. 
 
 5 O may thefe heav'nly pages be 
 
 My ever dear delight ; 
 And flill new beauties may I fee, 
 And Hill increafing light. 
 
 6 Divine Inftruclor, gracious Lord, 
 
 Be thou for ever near ; 
 Teach me to love thy facred word. 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 HYMN LIIL 
 The Seafons crowned nvith goodnefs. Pfalm Ixv. li 
 TERNAL fource of every joy ! 
 
 1 T7TE1 
 Hi We 
 
 r ell may thy praife our lips employ, 
 While in thy temple we appear. 
 To hail thee, Sov'reign of the year. 
 
 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
 
 Thy hand fupports and guides the whole ; 
 The fun is taught by thee to rife, 
 And darknefs when to veil the flues. 
 
 S The flow'iy fpring, at thy command, 
 Perfumes the air, and paints the land ; 
 The fummer rays with vigor mine 
 To raife the corn and cheer the vine. 
 
56 HYMN LIV. 
 
 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
 Through all our coaft redundant llorcs ; 
 And winters, ibften'd by thy care, 
 
 No more the face of horror wear. 
 
 5 Seafons, and months, and weeks and days 
 Demand fucceffive longs of praife ; 
 And be the grateful homage paid, 
 
 With morning light and evening lliade. 
 
 6 Here in thy houfe let incenfe rife, 
 And circling fabbaths blefs our eyes, 
 Till to thofe lofty heights we foar, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 HYMN LIV. 
 A Funeral Thought. 
 
 1 T_T ARK! from the tombs, amournful found, 
 JL X My ears attend the cry : 
 
 " Ye living men come view the ground 
 " Where you mud lhortly lie. 
 
 2 " Princes this clay mud be your bed, 
 
 " In fpite of all your tow'rs ! 
 " The tall, the wife, the reverend head 
 " Muft lie as low as ours. " 
 
 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom ? 
 
 And are we (till fecure ? 
 Still walking downward to the tomb ; 
 And yet prepare no more. 
 
HYMN LV. 57 
 
 4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace, 
 To fit our fouls to fly ; 
 Then when we drop this dying flefh, 
 We'll rife above the Iky. 
 
 HYMN LV. 
 A Charily Hymn. 
 
 1 ' ORD of life, all praife excelling, 
 .1— < Thou, in glory unconun'd, 
 Deign'fi: to make thy humble dwelling 
 
 With the poor cf humble mind. 
 
 2 As thy love, through all creation, 
 
 Beams like thy diffufive light j 
 So the fcorn'd and humble ftation, 
 Shrinks before thine equal light. 
 
 $ Thus thy care, for all providing, 
 
 Waim'd thy faithful prophet's tongue 
 Who, the lot of all deciding, 
 To thy chofen Ifrael fung : 
 
 & When thy harvefl yields thee pleaiure, 
 Thou the golden fheaf malt bind ; 
 To the poor belongs the treafure, 
 Of the fcatter'd ears behind. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Thefe thy God ordains to blefs 
 The widow and the fatherlefs* 
 
5S HYMN LVI. 
 
 5 When thine olive plants increasing, 
 
 Pour their plenty o'er thy plain, 
 
 Grateful thou fhalt take the blefling, 
 
 But not fearch the bough again. 
 
 Chorus. Thefe, &c. 
 
 6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing, 
 
 Gladdens thy autumnal fcene, 
 Own the bounteous hand beftowing, 
 But thy vines the poor fhall glean. 
 
 Chorus, Thefe, &c. 
 
 7 Still we read thy word declaring 
 
 Mercy, Lord, thine own decree ; 
 Mercy ev'ry forrow fharing 
 
 Warms the heart refembling thee. 
 
 S Still the orphan and the ftranger, 
 Still the widow owns thy care, 
 Screen'd by thee in ev'ry danger, 
 Heard by thee in ev'ry pray'r. 
 
 Hallelujah, jtmen. 
 
 HYMN LVI. 
 
 jit the Ordination or Injl'ituiion cf a Min'ijler. 
 
 1 T^ATHER of mercies ! in thy houfe 
 X? We pay our homage and our vows ; 
 Whilft with a grateful heart we (hare 
 Thefe pledges of our Saviour's care. 
 
hyivix lvi; 
 
 2 The Saviour, when to heav'n he ioie; 
 In fplendid triumph o'er his foes, 
 Scatter'd his gifts on men below, 
 And wide his royal bounties flow. 
 
 5 Hence fprang th' Apple's honour'd name, 
 Sacred beyond heroic fame ; 
 Hence dictates the prophetic fage, 
 And hence the evangelic page. 
 
 4 In lower forms to blefs our eyes, 
 Pa/tors from hence and Teachers rife ; 
 Who, though with feebler rays they mine, 
 Still mark a long extended line. 
 
 5 From Chrifr. their varied gifts derive, 
 And, fed by him, their graces live ; 
 Whilft guarded by his potent hand, 
 Amidft the rage of hell they ftand. 
 
 6 So (hall the bright fucceffion run, 
 Through all the courfes of the fun ; 
 Whilft unborn churches, by their care, 
 Shall rife and ilourim large and fair. 
 
 7 Jefus, our Lord, their hearts ihall know 
 The fpring whence all thefe bleffings flew ; 
 Parlors and people lliout his praife, 
 Through the long round of endlefs days. 
 
CO HYMM LVII. 
 
 HYMN LVII. 
 Prayer for Min'ijlers. 
 
 1 T7ATHER of mercies ! bow thine ear, 
 JL Attentive to our earneft pray'r ; 
 We plead for thofe who plead for thee, 
 Succefsful pleaders may they be. 
 
 2 How great their work, how vaft their charge! 
 Do thou their anxious fouls enlarge ; 
 Their beft acquirements are our gain, 
 
 We fhare the bleffings they obtain. 
 
 3 Clothe, then, with energy divine 
 
 Their words, and let thofe words be thine ; 
 To them thy facred truth reveal, 
 Supprefs their fear, inflame their zeal. 
 
 4 Teach them to fow the precious feed : 
 Teach them thy chofen flock to feed ; 
 Teach them immortal fouls to gain — 
 Souls that will well reward their pain. 
 
 5 Let thronging multitudes around, 
 Hear from their lips the joyful found ; 
 In humble drains thy grace implore, 
 And feel thy new creating pow'r. 
 
 % Let finners break their maiTy chains, 
 DiftrelTed fouls forget their pains ; 
 Let light through diftant realms be fpread, 
 And Zion rear her drooping head. 
 
HYMN LVIII. 61 
 
 HYMN LVIII. 
 Inir eating the prefence of God in Affl'iHion. 
 
 1 T OW at thy gracious feet I bend, 
 -Li My God, my everlafting friend, 
 Permit the claim, O let thy ear 
 My humble fuit indulgent hear ! 
 
 2 No earthly good my wifh infpires ; 
 Great is the boon my foul defires, 
 But thou haft bid me feek thy face. 
 Haft bid me afk thy promis'd grace. 
 
 3 O may thy favour (blifs divine !) 
 With fuller, clearer radiance fhine ! 
 Brighten my hopes, difpel my fears, 
 Till not a cloud of grief appears I 
 
 4 But O my heart, reflect with fhame, 
 Canft thou prefer fo bold a claim ? 
 Confcious how often thou haft ftray'd, 
 By empty vanities betray *d. 
 
 5 How oft, ungrateful to thy God, 
 Have trifles call'd thy thoughts abroad ; 
 Till heavenly pity faw thee roam, 
 And bade affliction bring thee home. 
 
 6 And when the mares of earth were broke 
 By kind afflictions needful ftroke, 
 Haft thou not own'd with humble praife, 
 That juft and right are all his ways ? 
 
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62 HYMN LIX. 
 
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 Yes, giacious God, before thy throne 
 My vilenefs, and thy love I own ; 
 O let that love with beams divine, 
 Forgiving, healing, i ound me fhine ! 
 
 8 Whene'er, ungrateful to my God, 
 This heedlefs heart requires the rod, 
 Thy arm, fupporting, I implore, 
 The hand that chaftens can reitore. 
 
 9 O may the kind correction prove 
 A fruit of thy paternal love ! 
 Wean me from earth, from fin refine, 
 And make my heart entirely thine ! 
 
 10 Then fhall my thankful powers rejoice, 
 And wake to praife this feeble voice : 
 While mercy, power, and truth employ 
 My love, my wonder, and my joy. 
 
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 HYMN LIX. 
 
 On the Death of a Father. 
 
 HOUGH nature's voice you mud obey, 
 Think, while your fwelling griefs o'erflow, 
 
 That hand, which takes your joys away, . 
 
 That fovereign hand can heal your woe. 
 
 2 And while your mournful thoughts deplore 
 The father gone, remov'd the friend ! 
 With heart refign'd his grace adore, 
 On whom your nobler hopes depend. 
 
HYMN LX. 63 
 
 3 Does he not bid his children rife 
 
 Thro' death's dark (hade, to realms of light ? 
 Yet when he calls them to the fkies, 
 Shall fond farvivors mourn their flight ? 
 
 4? His word (here let your foul rely) 
 Immortal confolation gives : 
 Your heavenly father cannot die, 
 Jefus, the friend, for ever lives. 
 
 * O be that deareit friend your truft, 
 On his almighty arm recline ; 
 He, when your comforts fink in duft, 
 Can give you bleffings more divine. 
 
 HYMN LX. 
 The King of Saints. 
 
 1 /^ OME, ye that love the Saviour's name, 
 
 V> And joy to make it known : 
 The fovereign of your hearts proclaim, 
 And bow before his throne. 
 
 2 Behold your King, your Saviour crown'd 
 
 With glories all divine ; 
 And tell the wondering nation round 
 How bright thofe glories mine. 
 
 3 While majefty's effulgent blaze 
 
 Surrounds his awful brow ; 
 E'en angels tremble as they gaze, 
 And, veil'd, adoring bow. 
 
6i H<YMN LX. 
 
 4? But love attempers every ray, 
 Love, how divinely fweet ! 
 That ftoops to view the fons of clay, 
 And calls them to his feet ! 
 
 5 Infinite power and boundlefs grace 
 
 In him unite their rays ; 
 You that have e'er beheld his face, 
 Can you forbear his praife ? 
 
 6 When in his earthly courts we view 
 
 The glories of our King ; 
 We long to love as angels do, 
 And wifh like them to fing. 
 
 7 And mail we long and wifh in vain ? 
 
 Lord, teach our fongs to rife ! 
 Thy love can animate the ftrain, 
 And bid it reach the fkies. 
 
 S O happy period ! glorious day ! 
 
 When heaven and earth fhall raife, 
 With all their powers, the raptur'd lay* 
 To celebrate thy praife. 
 
 END OF. THE HYMNS. 
 
AN 
 
 ALPHABETICAL TABLE, 
 
 Shewing where to jind each Hymn by its beginning. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 ALAS what hourly dangers rife, - - - 39 
 
 All-glorious God, what hymns of praife, - 19 
 
 And are we now brought near to God, - 11 
 
 Awake, my foul, and with the fun, - 46 
 
 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, - 49 
 
 CHRIST from the dead is rais'd, and made, 6 
 Come, Holy Ghoft! Creator, come, - - 7 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, - - "8 
 Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 40 
 Come, we that love the Lord, - - - - 41 
 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, - 63 
 
 ETERNAL fource of ev'ry joy, - - - 55 
 
 FAR from my thoughts, vain world,be gone, 52 
 Father of mercies ! in thy word, - - - 54 
 Father of mercies ! in thy houfe, - - - 58 
 Father of mercies! bow thine ear, - - - 60 
 From whence thefe direful omens round, - 5 
 
66 Alphabetical Table. 
 
 GOD of the feas ! thine awful voice, - 21 
 
 Go forth, ye heralds, in my name, 28 
 
 Go preach my Gofpel, faith the Lord, - 29 
 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night, - - 48 
 
 HARK the glad found, the Saviour comes, 30 
 
 Hark ! from the tombs, a mournful found, 56 
 
 Hear what the voice from heav'n declares, 27 
 
 He's come ! let ev'ry knee be bent, - - 9 
 
 He dies ! the Friend of fmners dies, - - 32 
 
 How beauteous are their feet - - - - 31 
 
 How oft, alas ! this wretched heart, - - 35 
 
 How long, thou faithful God, fhall I, - 36 
 
 How heiplefs guilty nature lies, - - - 38 
 
 How long fhall earth's alluring toys, - - 42 
 
 LIFE is the time to ferve the Lord, - - 44 
 
 Lord ! for the jufl thou doft provide, - - 21 
 
 Lord of life, all praife excelling, - - - 57 
 
 Low at thy gracious feet I bend, - - - 61 
 
 MY God, and is thy table fpread, - - - 10 
 
 My God, fince thou haft rais'd me up, - 26 
 
 NOW may the God of grace and pow'r, 23 
 
 O THAT my load of fin were gone, - 37 
 
 O thou that hear'ft when fmners cry, - - 34 
 
 Our Lord is rifen from the dead, - - - %% 
 
Alphabetical Table. 67 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 SALVATION doth to God belong, - 20 
 Since Chrift our PafTover is flain, - - - 6 
 Should nature's charms to pleafe the eye, - 53 
 
 THE God of life whofe conftant care, - 12 
 The Lord my pafture fhall prepare, -.. - IS 
 The fpacious firmament on high, - - - 17 
 Thou, God, all glory, honour, pow'r, - - 9 
 Though nature's voice you muft obey, - 62 
 To our Redeemer's glorious name, - - 50 
 To Jefus, our exalted Lord, - - - - - 51 
 
 WELCOME, fweet day of reft, - - - 52 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God, - - 15 
 
 When dangers, woes, or death are nigh, - 23 
 
 When rifmg from the bed of death, - - 13 
 
 When we are rais'd from deep diftrefs, - 25 
 
 When I can read my title clear, - - - 43 
 
 While Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, - 4 
 While fhepherds watch' d their flocks by night, 3 
 
 YE humble fouls, approach your God, - 41 
 
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