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 REV.xiv. 3, 
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PREFACE. 
 
 COPIES of a few of these Hymns have already 
 appeared in periodical publications, and in some re- 
 cent collections. I have observed one or two of 
 them attributed to persons who certainly had no con- 
 cern in them, but as transcribers. All that have 
 been at different times parted with in manuscript 
 are included in the present volume ; and, (if the in- 
 formation were of any great importance,) the public 
 may be assured, that the whole number were com- 
 posed by two persons only. The original design 
 would not admit of any other association. A desire 
 of promoting the faith and comfort of sincere Chris- 
 tians, though the principal, was not the only motive 
 to this undertaking. It was likewise intended as a 
 monument to perpetuate the remembrance of an 
 intimate and endeared friendship. With this pleas- 
 ing view, I entered upon my part, which would have 
 been smaller than it is, and the book would have ap- 
 peared much sooner, and in a very dii(Ferent form, if 
 the wise, though mysterious, providence of God, had 
 not seen fit to cross my wishes. We had not pro- 
 ceeded far upon our proposed plan, before my dear 
 friend was prevented, by a long and affecting indis- 
 position, from affording me any further assistance. 
 My grief and disappointment were great ; I hung 
 my harp upon the willows, and for some time thought 
 myself determined to proceed no further without 
 him. Yet my mind was afterwards led to resume 
 the service. My progress in it;' amidst a variety of 
 other engagements, has been slow ; yet, in a course 
 of years, the Hymns amounted to a considerable 
 
iv PREFACE. 
 
 number. And my deference to the judgment and 
 desires of others, has at length overcome the reluc- 
 tance I long felt to see them in print, while I had so 
 few of my friend's hymns to insert in the collection. 
 Though it is possible a good judge of composition 
 might be able to distinguish those which are his, I 
 have thought it proper to preclude a misapplication, 
 by perfixing the letter C to each of them. For the 
 rest I must be responsible. 
 
 There is a style and manner suited to the compo- 
 sition of hymns, which may be more successfully, 
 or at least more easily, attained by a versifier, than 
 by a poet. They should be Hymns, not Odes, if de- 
 signed for public worship, and for the use of plain 
 people. Perspicuity, simplicity, and ease, should 
 be chiefly attended to ; and the imagery and colour- 
 ing of poetry, if admitted at all, should be indulged 
 very sparingly, and with great judgment. The late 
 Dr. Watts, many of whose hymns are admirable 
 patterns in this species of writing, might, as a poet, 
 have a right to say, that it cost him some labour to 
 restrain his fire, and to accommodate himself to the 
 capacities of common readers. But it would not 
 become me to make such a declaration. It behooved 
 me to do my best. But though I would not offend 
 readers of taste by a wilful coarseness and negli- 
 gence, I do not write professedly for them. If the 
 Lord, whom I serve, has been pleased to favour me 
 with that mediocrity of talent, which may qualify me 
 for usefulness to the weak and the poor of his flock, 
 without quite disgusting persons of superior dis- 
 cernment, I have reason to be satisfied. 
 
 As the workings of the heart of man, and of the 
 Spirit of God, are in general the same in all who are 
 the subjects of grace, I hope most of these hymns, 
 
PREFACE. v 
 
 being the fruit and expression of my own expe- 
 rience, will coincide with the views of real Chris- 
 tians of all denominations. But I cannot expect 
 that every sentiment I have advanced will be uni- 
 versally approved. However, I am not conscious of 
 having written a single line with an intention either 
 to flatter or to offend any party or person upon earth. 
 I have simply declared my own views and feelings, 
 as I might have done if I had composed hymns in 
 some of the newly discovered islands in the South 
 Sea, where no person had any knowledge of the 
 name of Jesus, but myself. I am a friend of peace ; 
 and being deeply convinced that no one can profit- 
 ably understand the great truths and doctrines of the 
 Gospel any further than he is taught of God, I have 
 not a wish to obtrude my own tenets upon others, 
 in a way of controversy; yet I do not think myself 
 bound to conceal them. Many gracious persons, 
 (for many such I am persuaded there are,) who dif- 
 fer from me, more or less, in those points which are 
 called Calvinistic, appear desirous that the Calvin- 
 ists should, for their sakes, studiously avoid every 
 expression which they cannot approve. Yet few of 
 them, I believe, impose a like restraint upon them- 
 selves, but think the importance of what they deem 
 to be truth justifies them in speaking their senti- 
 ments plainly and strongly. May I not plead for an 
 equal liberty I The views I have received of the 
 doctrines of grace are essential to my peace ; I could 
 not live comfortably a day, or an hour, without them. 
 I likewise believe, yea, so far as my poor attain- 
 ments warrant me to speak, I know them to be 
 friendly to holiness, and to have a direct influence in 
 producing and maintaining a Gospel conversation j 
 and therefore I must not be ashamed of them. 
 
vi PREEACE. 
 
 The hymns are distributed into three books. In 
 the first I have classed those which are formed upon 
 select passages of Scripture, and placed them in 
 the order of the books of the Old and New Testa- 
 ment. The second contains Occasional Hymns, 
 suited to particular seasons, or suggested by parti- 
 cular events or subjects. The third Book is miscel- 
 laneous, comprising a variety of subjects relative to 
 a life of faith in the Son of God, which have no ex- 
 press reference either to a single text of Scripture, 
 or to any determinate season or incident. These 
 are further subdivided into distinct heads. This 
 arrangement is not so accurate but that several of 
 the hymns might have been differently disposed. 
 Some attention to method may be found convenient; 
 though a logical exactness was hardly practicable. 
 As some subjects in the several books are nearly 
 coincident, I have, under the divisions in the third 
 Book, pointed out those which are similar in the 
 two former. And I have likewise here and there, 
 in the first and second, made a reference to hymns 
 of a like import in the third. 
 
 This publication, which, with my humble prayer 
 to the Lord for his blessing upon it, I offer to the 
 service and acceptance of all who love the Lord 
 Jesus Christ in sincerity, of every name and in eve- 
 ry place, into whose hands it may come, I more par- 
 ticularly dedicate to my dear friends in the parish 
 and neighbourhood of OIney, for whose use the 
 hymns were originally composed ; and as a testi- 
 mony of the sincere love I bear them, and as a to- 
 ken of my gratitude to the Lord and to them, for the 
 comfort and satisfaction with which the discharge of 
 my ministry among them has been attended. 
 
 The hour is approaching, and, at my time of life, 
 
PREFACE. vii 
 
 cannot be very distant, when my heart, my pen, and 
 my tongue, will no longer be able to move in their 
 service. But I trust, while my heart continues to 
 beat, it will feel a warm desire for the prosperity of 
 their souls ; and while my hand can write, and my 
 tongue speak, it will be the business and the plea- 
 sure of my life, to aim at promoting their growth 
 and establishment in the grace of our God and Sa- 
 viour. To this precious grace I commend them, 
 and earnestly entreat them, and all who love his 
 name, to strive mightily with their prayers to God 
 for me, that I may be preserved faithful to the end, 
 and enabled at last to finish my course with joy. 
 
 JOHN NEWTON, 
 
 Olney, Bucks, 
 February 15, 1779. 
 
OLNEY HYMNS, 
 
 BOOK I. 
 
 ON SELECT PASSAGES OF SCRIPTURE, 
 
 GENESIS. 
 
 HYMN I. Adam. Chap. iii. 
 
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 F N man, in his own image made, 
 How much did God bestow ! 
 The whole creation homage paid, 
 And own'd him Lord below. 
 
 2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, stor'd 
 
 With sweets for ev'ry sense ; 
 And there, with his descending Lord, 
 He waik'd in confidence. 
 
 3 But, oh ! by sin how quickly chang'd I 
 
 His honour forfeited, 
 His heart from God and truth estrang'd, 
 His conscience filPd with dread ! 
 
 4 Now from his Maker's voice he flees, 
 
 Which was before his joy ; 
 And thinks to hide, amidst the trees, 
 From an all-seeing eye. 
 
14 Genesis. Book I. 
 
 5 Compell'd to answer to his name, 
 
 With stubbornness and pride, 
 He cast on God himself the blame ; 
 Nor once for mercy cry'd. 
 
 6 But grace, unask'd, his heart subdu'd, 
 
 And all his guilt forgave ; 
 By faith the promis'd Seed he view'd, 
 And felt his pow'r to save. 
 
 7 Thus we ourselves would justify, 
 
 Though we the law transgress ; 
 Like him, unable to deny, 
 Unwilling to confess. 
 
 8 But when by faith the sinner sees 
 
 A pardon bought with blood, 
 Then he forsakes his foolish pleas, 
 And gladly turns to God. 
 
 II. Cain and Abel. Chap. iv. 3 — 8. 
 
 1 When Adam fell, he quickly lost 
 
 God's image which he once possess'd : 
 See all our nature since could boast 
 In Cain, his first-born son, express'd ! 
 
 2 The sacrifice the Lord ordain'd 
 
 In type of the Redeemer's blood, 
 Self-righteous reas'ning Cain disdain'd, 
 And thought his own first-fruits as good. 
 
 3 Yet rage and envy fill'd his mind, 
 
 When, with a sullen downcast look, 
 He saw his brother favour find, 
 
 Who God's appointed method took. 
 
Hymn 3. Genesis* 15 
 
 4 By Cain's own hand good Abel died, 
 
 Because the Lord appro v'd his faith ; 
 
 And, when his blood for vengeance cry'd, 
 
 He vainly thought to hide his death. 
 
 5 Such was the wicked murd'rer Cain, 
 
 And such by nature still are we, 
 Until by grace we're born again, 
 Malicious, blind, and proud as he. 
 
 6 Like him, the way of grace we slight, 
 
 And in our own devices trust ; 
 Call evil good, and darkness light, 
 And hate and persecute the just. 
 
 7 The saints in ev'ry age and place 
 
 Have found his history fulfill 'd ; 
 The numbers all our thoughts surpass, 
 Of Abels, whom the Cains have kili'd* ! 
 
 8 Thus Jesus fell — but, oh ! his blood 
 
 Far better things than Abel's criesf , 
 Obtains his murd'rers peace with God, 
 And gains them mansions in the skies. 
 
 III. C. Walking 'with God. Chap. v. 24, 
 
 1 Oh ! for a closer walk with God, 
 
 A calm and heav'nly frame ; 
 
 A light, to shine upon the road 
 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus, and his word ? 
 
 * Rom. viii. 36. f Heb. xii. 24. 
 
16 Genesis. Book I. 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! 
 
 How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
 But they have left an aching void, 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, O holy Dove, return ! 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 6 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 IV. Another. 
 
 1 By faith in Christ I walk with God, 
 
 With heav'n, my journey's end, in view; 
 Supported by his staff and rod*, 
 My road is safe and pleasant too. 
 
 £2 I travel through a desert wide, 
 
 Where many round me blindly stray ; 
 But he vouchsafes to be my guidef, 
 And will not let me miss my way. ' 
 
 3 Though snares and dangers throngmy path, 
 And earth and hell my course withstand, 
 I triumph over all by faith J, 
 Guarded by his almighty hand. 
 
 ** Psal. xxiii. 4. t Psal. cvii. f Psal. xxvii. 1, 2- 
 
Hymn 5. Genesis, 17 
 
 4 The wilderness affords no food, 
 
 But God for my support prepares ; 
 Provides me ev'ry needful good, 
 And frees my soul from wants and cares. 
 
 5 With him sweet converse I maintain, 
 
 Great as he is, I dare be free, 
 I tell him all my grief and pain, 
 And he reveals his love to me. 
 
 6 Some cordial from his word he brings, 
 
 Whene'er my feeble spirit faints ; 
 At once my soul revives and sings, 
 And yields no more to sad complaints. 
 
 7 I pity all that worldlings talk 
 
 Gf pleasures that will quickly end ; 
 Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk 
 With thee,myGuide,myGuard,my Friend! 
 
 V. Lot in Sodom. Chap. xiii. 10. 
 
 1 How hurtful was the choice of Lot, 
 
 Who took up his abode, 
 (Because it was a fruitful spot,) 
 With them who fear'd not God ! 
 
 2 A pris'ner he was quickly made, 
 
 Bereav'd of ail his store ; 
 And, but for Abraham's timely aid, 
 He had return'd no more. 
 
 3 Yet still he seem'd resolv'd to stay, 
 
 As if it were his rest ; 
 Altho' their sins from day to day* 
 His righteous soul distress'd. 
 
 * % Peter ii. 8. $ 
 
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18 Genesis. Book I. 
 
 4 Awhile he stay'd with anxious mind, 
 
 Expos'd to scorn and strife ; 
 At last he left his all behind, 
 And fied to save his life. 
 
 5 In vain his sons-in-law he warn'd, 
 
 They thought he told his dreams : 
 His daughters, too, of them had learn'd, 
 And perish'd in the flames. 
 
 6 His wife escap'd a little way, 
 
 But dy'd for looking back : 
 Does not her case to pilgrims say, 
 " Beware of growing slack ?" 
 
 7 Yea, Lot himself could ling'ring stand, 
 
 Though vengeance was in view ; 
 'Twas mercy pluck'd him by the hand, 
 Or he had perish'd too. 
 
 8 The doom of Sodom will be ours, 
 
 If to the earth we cleave ; 
 Lord, quicken all our drowsy pow'rs, 
 To flee to thee and live. 
 
 VI. C. Jehovah-Jireh. The Lord ivilljirovide. 
 Chap. xxii. 14. 
 
 1 The saints should never be dismay 'd, 
 
 Nor sink in hopeless fear ; 
 For when they least expect his aid, 
 The Saviour will appear. 
 
 2 This Abraham found, he rais'd the knife, 
 
 God saw, and said, " Forbear :" 
 Yon ram shall yield his meaner life ; 
 Behold the victim there. 
 
Hymn 7. Genesis. 19 
 
 3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey ; 
 
 But, hark ! the foe's at hand* ; 
 Saul turns his arms another way, 
 To save th' invaded land. 
 
 4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, 
 
 He thought to rise no moref ; 
 But God prepar'd a fish to save 
 And bear him to the shore. 
 
 5 Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine, 
 
 That meet us in his word ! 
 May ev'ry deep-felt care of mine 
 Be trusted with the Lord. 
 
 6 Wait for his seasonable aid, 
 
 And though it tarry, wait : 
 The promise may be long delay 'd, 
 But cannot come too late. 
 
 VII. The Lord will provide. 
 
 1 Though troubles assail, 
 
 And dangers affright, 
 Though friends should all fail, 
 
 And foes all unite ; 
 Yet one thing secures us 5 
 
 Whatever betide, 
 The Scripture assures us, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 2 The birds without barn, 
 
 Or storehouse, are fed ; 
 From them let us learn 
 To trust for our bread : 
 
 * 1 Sam.^xxiii. 27. f Jonah i. 17. 
 
Genesis. Book I. 
 
 His saints what is fitting, 
 Shall ne'er be deny'd, 
 
 So long as 'tis written, 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 We may, like the ships, 
 
 By tempests be tost 
 On perilous deeps, 
 
 But cannot be lost : 
 Though Satan enrages 
 
 The wind and the tide, 
 The promise engages, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 His call we obey, 
 
 Like Abra'm of old, 
 Not knowing our way, 
 
 But faith makes us bold ; 
 For though we are strangers, 
 
 We have a good guide, 
 And trust in all dangers, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 When Satan appears 
 
 To stop up our path, 
 And fill us with fears, 
 
 We triumph by faith : 
 He cannot take from us, 
 
 Though oft he has try'd, 
 This heart- cheering promise, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 He tells us we're weak, 
 Our hope is in vain, 
 
 The good that we seek 
 We ne'er shall obtain ; 
 
Hymn 8. Getiesis. 21 
 
 But when such suggestions 
 
 Our spirits have ply'd, 
 This answers all questions, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 7 No strength of our own, 
 
 Or goodness, we claim ; 
 Yet since we have known 
 
 The Saviour's great name, 
 In this our strong tow'r 
 
 For safety we hide, 
 The Lord is our pow'r, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 8 When life sinks apace, 
 
 And death is in view, 
 This word of his grace 
 
 Shall comfort us through : 
 No fearing or doubting 
 
 With Christ on our side, 
 We hope to die shouting, 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 VIII. Esau. Chap. xxv. 34. Heb. xii. 16. 
 
 1 Poor Esau repented too late, 
 
 That once he his birth- right despis'd, 
 And sold, for a morsel of meat, 
 
 What could not too highly be priz'd : 
 How great was his anguish when told, 
 
 The blessing he sought to obtain 
 Was gone with the birth-right he sold, 
 
 And none could recall it again ! 
 
 2 He stands as a warning to all, 
 
 Wherever the Gospel shall come ; 
 O hasten and yield to the call, 
 
 While yet for repentance there's room ! 
 
22 Genesis. Book I, 
 
 Your season will quickly be past ; 
 
 Then hear and obey it to-day, 
 Lest, when you seek mercy at last, 
 
 The Saviour should frown you away. 
 
 3 What is it the world can propose ? 
 
 A morsel of meat at the best ! 
 For this are you willing to lose 
 
 A share in the joys of the blest ? 
 Its pleasures will speedily end, 
 
 Its favour and praise are but breath ; 
 And what can its profits befriend 
 
 Your soul in the moments of death ? 
 
 4 If Jesus, for these, you despise, 
 
 And sin to the Saviour prefer ; 
 In vain your entreaties and cries, 
 
 When summon'd to stand at his bar : 
 How will you his presence abide ? 
 
 What anguish will torture your heart ! 
 The saints all enthron'd by his side, 
 
 And you be compell'd to depart. 
 
 5 Too often, dear Saviour, have I 
 
 Preferr'd some poor trifle to thee ; 
 How is it thou dost not deny 
 
 The blessing and birth-right to me ? 
 No better than Esau I am, 
 
 Though pardon and heaven be mine ; 
 To me belongs nothing but shame, • 
 
 The praise and the glory be thine. 
 
 IX. Jacob's Ladder. Chap, xxviii. 12. 
 
 1 If the Lord our leader be, 
 
 We may follow without fear ; 
 East or west, by land or sea, 
 
 Home, with him, is ev'ry where : 
 
Hymn 9. Genesis. 23 
 
 When from Esau Jacob fled, 
 Though his pillow was a stone, 
 
 And the ground his humble bed, 
 Yet he was not left alone. 
 
 2 Kings are often waking kept, 
 
 Rack'd with cares on beds of state ; 
 Never king like Jacob slept, 
 
 For he lay at heaven's gate : 
 Lo ! he saw a ladder rear'd, 
 
 Reaching to the heav'nly throne ; 
 At the top the Lord appear'd, 
 
 Spake, and claim'd him for his own ; 
 
 3 " Fear not, Jacob, thou art mine, 
 
 " And my presence with thee goes ; 
 " On thy heart my love shall shine, 
 
 " And my arm subdue thy foes : 
 " From my promise comfort take, 
 
 " For my help in trouble call ; 
 " Never will I thee forsake, 
 
 " Till I have accomplished all." 
 
 4 Well does Jacob's ladder suit 
 
 To the Gospel-throne of grace ; 
 We are at the ladder's foot, 
 
 Ev'ry hour, in ev'ry place : 
 By assuming flesh and blood, 
 
 Jesus heav'n and earth unites ; 
 We, by faith, ascend to God*, 
 
 God to dwell with us delights. 
 
 5 They who know the Saviour's name,, 
 
 Are for all events prepar'd ; 
 What can changes do to them 
 
 Who have such a guide and guard ? 
 
 * 2 Cor. vi. 16. 
 
24 Genesis, Book I. 
 
 Should they traverse earth around, 
 To the ladder still they come : 
 
 Ev'ry spot is holy ground, 
 
 God is there — and he's their home. 
 
 X. My name is Jacob. Chap, xxxii. 27. 
 
 1 Nay, I cannot let thee go, 
 Till a blessing thou bestow ; 
 Do not turn away thy face, 
 Mine's an urgent, pressing case, 
 
 2 Dost thou ask me, who I am ? 
 
 Ah ! my Lord, thou knowst my name : 
 Yet the question gives a plea 
 To support my suit with thee. 
 
 3 Thou didst once a wretch behold, 
 In rebellion blindly bold, 
 
 Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy, 
 That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 
 
 4 Once a sinner, near despair, 
 Sought thy mercy seat by pray'r : 
 Mercy heard and set him free ; 
 Lord, that mercy came to me. 
 
 5 Many years have pass'd since then, 
 Many changes I have seen, 
 
 Yet have been upheld till now : 
 Who could hold me up but thou ? * 
 
 6 Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need, 
 This emboldens me to plead ; 
 After so much mercy past, 
 Canst thou let me sink at last ? 
 
Hymn 11. Genesis. 2S 
 
 7 No — I must maintain my hold, 
 ? Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
 I can no denial take, 
 When I plead for Jesus' sake. 
 
 XI. Plenty in the time of Dearth. Chap. xii. 56. 
 
 1 My soul once had its plenteous years, 
 
 And throve, with peace and comfort filPd, 
 Like the fat kine and ripen'd ears 
 Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld. 
 
 2 With pleasing frames and grace receiv'd, 
 
 With means and ordinances fed, 
 How happy for a while I liv'd, 
 And little fear'd the want of bread ! 
 
 3 But famine came, and left no sign 
 
 Of ail the plenty I had seen ; 
 Like the dry ears and half-starv'd kine, 
 I then look'd wither'd, faint, and lean. 
 
 4 To Joseph the Egyptians went ; 
 
 To Jesus I made known my case ; 
 He, when my little stock was spent, 
 Open'd his magazine of grace. 
 
 5 For he the time of dearth foresaw, 
 
 And made provision long before ; 
 That famish'd souls like me might draw 
 Supplies from his unbounded store, 
 
 6 Now on his bounty I depend, 
 
 And live from fear of dearth secure ; 
 Muintain'd by such a mighty Friend,. 
 I cannot want till he is poor. 
 
26 Genesis, Book 1. 
 
 7 O sinners, hear his gracious call ! 
 
 His mercy's door stands open wide ; 
 He has enough to feed you all, 
 
 And none who come shall be deny'd. 
 
 XII. Joseph made known to his Brethren. 
 Chap. xli. 3, 4. 
 
 1 Wh e n Joseph his brethren beheld, 
 
 Afflicted and trembling with fear, 
 His heart with compassion was filPd ; 
 
 From weeping he could not forbear. 
 Awhile his behaviour was rough, 
 
 To bring their past sin to their mind ; 
 But when they were humbled enough, 
 
 He hasten'd to show himself kind. 
 
 2 How little they thought it was he 
 
 Whom they had ill-treated and sold ! 
 How great their confusion must be 
 
 As soon as his name he had told ! 
 " I'm Joseph, your brother," he said, 
 
 " And still to my heart you are dear ; 
 " You sold me, and thought I was dead, 
 
 " But God, for your sakes, sent me here." 
 
 3 Though greatly distressed before, 
 
 When charg'd with purloining the cup, 
 They now were confounded much more, 
 
 Not one of them durst to look up. 
 " Can Joseph, whom we would have slaim 
 
 " Forgive us the evil we did ; 
 " And will he our households maintain? 
 
 " O diis is a brother indeed !" 
 
 4 Thus dragg'd by my conscience, I came, 
 
 And laden with guilt, to the Lord, 
 Surrounded with terror and shame, 
 Unable to utter a word. 
 
Hymn 12. &enesis. 21 
 
 At first he look'd stern and severe ; 
 
 What anguish then pierced my heart ! 
 Expecting each moment to hear 
 
 The sentence, " Thou cursed, depart!" 
 
 5 But, oh ! what surprise when he spoke, 
 
 While tenderness beam'd in his face ; 
 My heart then to pieces was broke, 
 
 O erwhelm'd and confounded by grace : 
 " Poor sinner, I know thee full well, 
 
 " By thee I was sold and was slain 
 " But I dy'd to redeem thee from hell, 
 
 " And raise thee in glory to reign. 
 
 6 " I'm Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem'd, 
 
 " And crucify 'd often afresh ; 
 " But let me henceforth be esteem'd, 
 
 " Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh : 
 " My pardon I freely bestow, 
 
 " Thy wants I will fully supply ; - 
 " I'll guide thee and guard thee below, 
 
 " And soon will remove thee on high. 
 
 7 " Go, publish to sinners around, 
 
 " That they may be willing to come, 
 " The mercy wnich now you have found, 
 
 " And tell them that yet there is room. ,, 
 Oh, sinners, the message obey ! 
 
 No more vain excuses pretend ; 
 But come, without further delay, 
 
 To Jesus, our brother and friend. 
 
28 Exodus. Book I. 
 
 EXODUS. 
 
 XIII. The Bitter Waters. Chap. xv. 23—25. 
 
 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are 
 
 Which in this desert flow ; 
 Though to the eye they promise fair, 
 They taste of sin and wo. 
 
 2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream ; 
 
 But, now awake, I find, 
 That sin has poison'd ev'ry stream, 
 And left a curse behind. 
 
 3 But there *s a wonder-working wood, 
 
 Fve heard believers say, 
 Can make these bitter waters good, 
 And take the curse away. 
 
 4 The virtues of this healing tree 
 
 Are known and priz'd by few : 
 Reveal this secret, Lord, to me, 
 That I may prise it too. 
 
 5 The cross on which the Saviour dy'd, 
 
 And conauer'd for his saints ; 
 This is the tree, by faith apply 'd, 
 Which sweetens all complaints. 
 
 6 Thousands have found the bless'd effect, 
 
 Nor longer mourn their lot; 
 While on his sorrows they reflect, 
 Their own are all forgot. 
 
 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, 
 
 Though many griefs they meet ; 
 They draw a gain from ev'ry loss, 
 And find the bitter sweet. 
 
Hymn 15. Exodus. 29 
 
 XIV. C. Jehovah Rofihi, — J am the Lord that heal- 
 eth thee. Chap. xv. 
 
 1 Heal us, Immanuel, here we are, 
 
 Waiting to feel thy touch ; 
 Deep wounded souls to thee repair, 
 And, Saviour, we are such. 
 
 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess, 
 
 We faintly trust thy word ; 
 But wilt thou pity us the less ? 
 Be that far from the Lord ! 
 
 3 Remember him who once apply 'd, 
 
 With trembling, for relief; 
 " Lord, I believe/' with tears he cried, 
 " O help my unbelief*." 
 
 4 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, 
 
 And healing virtue stole, 
 Was answer 'd, " Daughter, go in peace, 
 " Thy faith hath made thee wholef ." 
 
 5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, 
 
 She would have shunn'd thy view ; 
 And if her faith was firm and strong, 
 Had strong misgivings too. 
 
 6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come. 
 
 To touch thee if we may ; 
 Oh ! send us not despairing home, 
 Send none unheal 'd away. 
 
 XV. Manna. Chap. xvi. 18. 
 
 1 Manna to Israel well supply 'd 
 The want of other bread ; 
 While God is able to provide, 
 His people shall be fed. 
 
 * Mark ix. 24. f Mark v. 34. 
 C 2 
 
30 Exodus. Book I. 
 
 2 (Thus though the corn and wine should fail, 
 
 And creature- streams be dry, 
 The pray'r of faith will still prevail, 
 For blessings from on high.) 
 
 3 Of his kind care how sweet a proof ! 
 
 It suited ev'ry taste : 
 Who gather 'd most had just enough, 
 Enough, who gathered least. 
 
 4 'Tis thus our gracious Lord provides 
 
 Our comforts and our cares ; 
 His own unerring hand provides, 
 And gives us each our shares. 
 
 5 He knows how much the weak can bear, 
 
 And helps them when they cry ; 
 The strongest have no strength to spare, 
 For such he'll strongly try. 
 
 6 Daily they saw the Manna come, 
 
 And cover all the ground ; 
 But what they try'd to keep at home, 
 Corrupted soon was found. 
 
 7 Vain their attempt to store it up, 
 
 This was to tempt the Lord ; 
 Israel must live by faith and hope, 
 And not upon a hoard. 
 
 XVI. Manna hoarded. Chap. xvi. 20. 
 
 1 The Manna, favour'd Israel's meat, 
 Was gather'd day by day ; 
 When all the host was serv'd, the heat 
 Melted the rest away. 
 
Hymn 17. Exodus. 31 
 
 2 In vain to hoard it up they try'd, 
 
 Against to-morrow came ; 
 It then bred worms and putrefy'd, 
 And prov'd their sin and shame. 
 
 3 'Twas daily bread, and would not keep, 
 
 But must be still renew'd ; 
 Faith should not want a hoard or heap, 
 But trust the Lord for food. 
 
 4 The truths by which the soul is fed, 
 
 Must thus be had afresh ; 
 For notions resting in the head 
 Will only feed the flesh. 
 
 5 However true, they have no life 
 
 Or unction to impart ; 
 They breed the worms of pride and strife, 
 But cannot cheer the heart. 
 
 6 Nor can the best experience past 
 
 The life of faith maintain ; 
 The brightest hope will faint at last, 
 Unless supply'd again. 
 
 7 Dear Lord, while we in pray'r are found, 
 
 Do thou the Manna give ; 
 
 Oh I let it fall on all around, 
 
 That we may eat and live. 
 
 XVII. C. Jehovah Mssi, — The Lord my banner. 
 Chap. xvii. 15. 
 
 1 By whom was David taught 
 
 To aim the dreadful biow, 
 When he Goliath fought, 
 
 And laid the Gittite low ? 
 No sword nor spear the stripling took, 
 But chose a pebble from the brook. 
 
32 Exodus. Book I. 
 
 2 'Twas Israel's God and King, 
 
 Who sent him to the fight ; 
 Who gave him strength to sling, 
 
 And skill to aim aright. 
 Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, 
 Because young David's God is yours. 
 
 3 Who order'd Gideon forth, 
 
 To storm th' invaders' camp, 
 With arms of little worth, 
 
 A pitcher and a lamp* ? 
 The trumpets made his coming known, 
 And all the host was overthrown. 
 
 4 Oh ! I have seen the day, 
 
 When, with a single word, 
 God helping me to say, 
 
 My trust is in the Lord, 
 My soul has quell 'd a thousand foes, 
 Fearless of all that could oppose. 
 
 5 But unbelief, self-will, 
 
 Self-righteousness, and pride, 
 How often do they steal 
 
 My weapon from my side ? 
 Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's Friend, 
 Will help his servant to the end. 
 
 XVIII. The Golden Calf. Chap, xxxii. 4.31. 
 
 1 Wh e n Israel heard the fiery law 
 From Sinai's top proclaim'd, 
 Their hearts seem'd full of holy awe, 
 Their stubborn spirits tam'd. 
 
 * Judges vii. 20. 
 
Hymn 19. Leviticus. 33 
 
 2 Yet, as forgetting all they knew, 
 
 Ere forty days were past, 
 With blazing Sinai still in view, 
 A molten calf they cast. 
 
 3 Yea, Aaron, God's anointed priest, 
 
 Who on the mount had been, 
 He durst prepare the idol beast, 
 And lead them on to sin. 
 
 4 Lord, what is man, and what are we, 
 
 To recompense thee thus ! 
 In their offence our own we see, 
 Their story points at us. 
 
 5 From Sinai we heard thee speak, 
 
 And from mount Calv'ry too ; 
 And yet to idols oft we seek, 
 While thou art in our view. 
 
 6 Some golden calf, or golden dream, 
 
 Some fancied creature- good, 
 Presumes to share the heart with him, 
 Who bought the whole with blood. 
 
 7 Lord, save us from our golden calves, 
 
 Our sin with grief we own ; 
 We would no more be thine by halves. 
 But live to thee alone. 
 
 LEVITICUS. 
 
 XIX. The true Aaron. Chap. viii. 7 — 9. 
 
 1 See Aaron, God's anointed priest, 
 Within the vail appear, 
 In robes of mystic meaning drest, 
 Presenting Israel's prayer. 
 
34 Leviticus. Book I. 
 
 2 The plate of gold which crowns his brows, 
 
 His holiness describes ; 
 His breast displays, in shining rows, 
 The names of all the tribes. 
 
 3 With the atoning blood he stands 
 
 Before the mercy seat ; 
 And clouds of incense from his hands 
 Arise with odour sweet. 
 
 4 Urim and Thummim near his heart, 
 
 In rich engravings worn, 
 The sacred light of truth impart, 
 To teach and to adorn. 
 
 5 Through him the eye of faith descries, 
 
 A greater priest than he : 
 Thus Jesus pleads above the skies, 
 For you, my friends, and me. 
 
 6 He bears the names of all his saints 
 
 Deep on his heart engrav'd ; 
 Attentive to the state and wants 
 Of all his love has sav'd. 
 
 7 In him a holiness complete, 
 
 Light and perfections shine ; 
 And wisdom, grace, and glory meet ; 
 A Saviour all divine. 
 
 8 The blood, which as a priest he bears 
 
 For sinners, is his own ; 
 The incense of his prayers and tears 
 Perfume the holy throne. 
 
 9 In him my weaiy soul has rest 
 
 Though I am weak and vile ; 
 I read my name upon his breast, 
 And see the Father smile. 
 
Hymn 20. Numbers. 35 
 
 NUMBERS. 
 
 XX. Balaam's Wish*. Chap, xxiii. 10. 
 
 1 How blest the righteous are 
 
 When they resign their breath ! 
 No wonder Balaam wish'd to share 
 In such a happy death. 
 
 2 "Oh! let me die," said he, 
 
 " The death the righteous do ; 
 " When life is ended, let me be 
 " Found with the faithful few." 
 
 3 The force of truth, how great ! 
 
 When enemies confess, 
 None but the righteous, whom they hate, 
 A solid hope possess. 
 
 4 But Balaam's wish was vain, 
 
 His heart was insincere ; 
 He thirsted for unrighteous gain p 
 And sought a portion here. 
 
 5 He seem'd the Lord to know, 
 
 And to offend him loath ; 
 But Mammon prov'd his overthrow, 
 For none can serve them both, 
 
 6 May you, my friends, and I, 
 
 Warning from hence receive ; 
 If like the righteous we would die, 
 To choose the life they live. 
 
 * Book iii. Hym 71. 
 
36 Joshua. Book I. 
 
 JOSHUA. 
 
 XXI. Gibeon. Chap. x. 6. 
 
 1 Wh e n Joshua, by God's command, 
 Invaded Canaan's guilty land, 
 Gibeon, unlike the nations round, 
 Submission made, and mercy found. 
 
 2 Their stubborn neighbours who, enrag*d, 
 United war against them wag'd, 
 
 By Joshua soon were overthrown, 
 For Gibeon's cause was now his own. 
 
 3 He from whose arm they ruin fear'd, 
 Their leader and ally appear'd ; 
 
 An Emblem of the Saviour's grace, 
 To those who humbly seek his face. 
 
 4 The men of Gibeon wore disguise, 
 And gain'd their peace by framing lies ; 
 For Joshua had no power to spare, 
 
 If he had known from whence they were. 
 
 5 But Jesus invitations sends, 
 Treating with rebels as his friends ; 
 And holds the promise forth in view, 
 To all who for his mercy sue. 
 
 6 Too long his goodness I disdain'd, 
 Yet went at last and peace obtain'd \ 
 But soon the noise of war I heard, 
 And former friends in arms appear M. 
 
 7 Weak in myself, for help I cried, 
 
 " Lord, I am press'd on ev'ry side ; 
 
 " The cause is thine, they fight with me, 
 
 " But ev'ry blow is aim'd at thee." 
 
Hymn 22. Judges. 37 
 
 8 With speed to my relief he came, 
 And put my enemies to shame ; 
 Thus sav'd by grace I live to sing 
 The love and triumphs of my King. 
 
 JUDGES. 
 
 XXII. C. Jehovah Shalem^ — The Lord send 
 Peace. Chap. vi. 24. 
 
 1 Jesus, whose blood so freely stream 'd 
 
 To satisfy the law's demand, 
 By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, 
 Before the Father's face I stand. 
 
 2 To reconcile offending man, 
 
 Make justice drop her angry rod ; 
 What creature could have form'd the plan, 
 Or who fulfil it, but a God ? 
 
 3 No drop remains of all the curse, 
 
 For wretches who deserv'd the whole ; 
 No arrows dipt in wrath, to pierce 
 The guilty, but returning soul. 
 
 4 Peace by such means so dearly bought, 
 
 What rebel could have hop'd to see ? 
 Peace, by his injur'd Sov 'reign wrought, 
 His Sov 'reign fasten'd to a tree. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare ! 
 
 For strife with earth and hell begins ; 
 Confirm and gird me for the war, 
 
 They hate the soul that hates his sins. 
 
 6 Let them in horrid league agree ! 
 
 They may assault, they may distress ; 
 Bat cannot quench thy love to me, 
 Nor rob me of the Lord my peace, 
 D 
 
Ss Judges. Book I 
 
 XXIII. Gideon's Fleece. Chap. vi. 37 — 40. 
 
 ;1 The signs which God to Gideon gave, 
 His holy sov'reignty made known, 
 That He alone has pow'r to save, 
 And claims the glory as his own. 
 
 2 The dew which first the fleece had fill'd, 
 
 When all the earth was dry around, 
 Was from it afterwards withheld, 
 And only fell upon the ground. 
 
 3 To Israel thus the heavenly dew 
 
 Of saving- truth was long restrain'd ; 
 Of which the Gentiles nothing knew, 
 But dry and desolate remain'd. 
 
 4 But now the Gentiles have receiv'd 
 
 The balmy dew of Gospel peace ; 
 And Israel, who his Spirit griev'd, 
 Is left a dry and empty fleece. 
 
 5 This dew still falls at his command, 
 
 To keep his chosen plants alive ; 
 They shall, though in a thirsty land, 
 Like willows by the waters thrive*. 
 
 6 But chiefly when his people meet, 
 
 To hear his word and seek his face ; 
 The gentle dew, with influence sweet, 
 Descends and nourishes their grace. 
 
 7 But, ah ! what numbers still are dead, 
 
 Though under means of grace they lie ! 
 The dew still failing round their head, 
 And yet their heart untouch'd and dry. 
 
 * Isa. xliv. 4. 
 
Hymn 24. Judges. §9 
 
 8 Dear Saviour, hear us when we call, 
 To wrestling pray'r an answer give ; 
 Pour down thy dew upon us all, 
 That all may feel, and all may live. 
 
 XXIV. Samson's Lion. Chap. xiv. 8. 
 
 1 The lion that on Samson roar'd 
 
 And thirsted for his blood, 
 With honey afterwards was stor'd, 
 And furnish 'd him with food. 
 
 2 Believers, as they pass along, 
 
 With many lions meet, 
 But gather sweetness from the strong, 
 And from the eater, meat. 
 
 3 The lions rage and roar in vain, 
 
 For Jesus is their shield; 
 Their losses prove a certain gain, 
 Their troubles comfort yield. 
 
 4 The world and Satan join their strength, 
 
 To fill their souls with fears : 
 But crops of joy they reap at length, 
 From what they sow in tears. 
 
 B Afflictions make them love the word, 
 Stir up their hearts to pray'r ; 
 And many precious proofs aiford 
 Of their Redeemer's care. 
 
 6 The lions roar, but cannot kill ; 
 
 Then fear them not, my friends, 
 They bring us, though against their will, 
 The honey Jesus sends. 
 
40 1 Samuel* Book I. 
 
 I: SAMUEL. 
 
 XXV. Hannah ; or, the Throne of Grace. Chap. i. \t. 
 
 1 When Hannah, press'd with grief, 
 Pour'd forth her soul in pray'r, 
 She quickly found relief, 
 
 And left her burden there : 
 Like her, in ev'ry trying case, 
 Let us approach the throne of grace. 
 
 2 When she began to pray, 
 
 Her heart was pain'd and sad, 
 But, ere she went away, 
 
 Was comforted and glad : 
 In trouble, what a resting-place 
 Have they who know the throne of grace ! 
 
 3 Though men and devils rage, 
 
 And threaten to devour ; 
 The saints, from age to age, 
 
 Are safe from all their pow'r ; 
 Fresh strength they gain to run their race, 
 By waiting at the throne of grace. 
 
 i Eli her case mistook ; 
 
 How was her spirit mov'd 
 By his unkind rebuke ? 
 
 But God her cause approval. 
 We need not fear a creature's face, 
 While welcome at a throne of grace. - 
 
 > She was not fill'd with wine, 
 
 As Eli rashly thought ; 
 But with a faith divine, 
 
 And found the help she sought : 
 Though men despise, and call us base, 
 Still let us ply the throne of grace. 
 
Hymn 26. 1 Samuel. 41 
 
 6 Men have notpow'r nor skill 
 
 With troubled souls to bear ; 
 Though they express good- will, 
 
 Poor comforters they are : 
 But swelling sorrows sink apace, 
 When we approach the throne of grace . 
 
 7 Numbers before have try'd, 
 
 And found the promise true ; 
 Nor yet one been deny'd, 
 
 Then why should I or you ? 
 Let us, by faith, their footsteps trace, 
 And hasten to the throne of grace. 
 
 8 As fogs obscure the light, 
 
 And taint the morning air, 
 But soon are put to flight, 
 
 If the bright sun appear ; 
 Thus Jesus will our troubles chase, 
 By shining from the throne of grace*. 
 
 XXVI. Dagon before the Ark. Chap. v. 4, 5. 
 
 1 When first to make my heart his own, 
 
 The Lord reveal'd his mighty grace 
 Self reign'd, like Dagon, on the throne, 
 But could not long maintain its place, 
 
 2 It fell, and own'd the pow'r divine, 
 
 (Grace can, with ease, the vict'ry gain,*) 
 But soon this wretched heart of mine, 
 Contriv'd to set it up again. 
 
 3 Again the Lord his name proclaim'd, 
 
 And brought the hateful idol low ; 
 Then self, like Dagon, broken, maim'd* 
 Seem'd to receive a mortal blow,. 
 
 * Book ii, Hvmn 61. 
 D % 
 
42 1 Samuel. Book I. 
 
 4 Yet self is not of life bereft, 
 
 Nor ceases to oppose his will ; 
 Though but a maimed stump be left, 
 'Tis Dagon, 'tis an idol still. 
 
 5 Lord ! must I always guilty prove, 
 
 And idols in my heart have room* ? 
 Oh ! let the fire of heav'nly love 
 The very stump of self consume. 
 
 XXVII. The Milch Kine drawing the Ark : Faith's 
 surrender of all. Chap. vi. 12. 
 
 1 The kine unguided went 
 
 By the directest road ; 
 When the Philistines homeward sent 
 The ark of Israel's God. 
 
 2 Lowing they pass'd along, 
 
 And left their calves shut up ; 
 They felt an instinct for their young, 
 But would not turn or stop. 
 
 3 Shall brutes, devoid of thought, 
 
 Their Maker's will obey ; 
 And we, who by his grace are taught, 
 More stubborn prove than they. 
 
 4 He shed his precious blood, 
 
 To make us his alone ; 
 If wash'd in that atoning flood, 
 We are no more our own. 
 
 5 If he his will reveal, 
 
 Let us obey his call ; 
 And think, whate'er the flesh may feel, 
 His love deserves our all. 
 
 * Hosea xiv. 8. 
 
Hymn 28. 1 Samuel. 43 
 
 6 We should maintain in view . 
 
 His glory, as our end ; 
 Too much we cannot bear, or do, 
 For such a matchless friend. 
 
 7 His saints should stand prepar'd 
 
 In duty's path to run ; 
 Nor count their greatest trials hard, 
 So that his will be done. 
 
 8 With Jesus for our guide, 
 
 The path is safe, though rough ; 
 The promise says, " I will provide,'' 
 And faith replies, " Enough !" 
 
 XXVIII. Saul's Armour. Chap. xvii. 38—40. 
 
 1 When first my soul enlisted, 
 
 My Saviour's foes to fight, 
 Mistaken friends insisted 
 
 I was not arm'd aright : 
 So Saul advised David 
 
 He certainly would fail, 
 Nor could his life be saved 
 
 Without a coat of mail. 
 
 2 But David, though he yielded 
 
 To put the armour on, 
 Soon found he could not wield it, 
 & And ventur'd forth with none. 
 With only sling and pebble, 
 
 He fought the fight of faith ; 
 The weapons seem'd but feeble, 
 
 Yet prov'd Goliath's death. 
 
41 1 Samuel, Book I. 
 
 3 Had I by him been guided, 
 
 And quickly thrown away 
 The armour men provided, 
 
 I might have gain'd the day ; 
 But arm'd as they ad vis 'd me, 
 
 My expectations fail'd ; 
 My enemy surpris'd me, 
 
 And had almost prevail'd. 
 
 4 Furnish'd with books and notions, 
 
 And arguments and pride, 
 I practis'd all my motions, 
 
 And Satan's pow'r defy'd : 
 But soon perceiv'd, with trouble, 
 
 That these would do no good ; 
 Iron to him is stubble, 
 
 And brass like rotten wood*. 
 
 5 I triumph'd at a distance, 
 
 While he was out of sight, 
 But faint was my resistance, 
 
 When forc'd to join in fight : 
 He broke my sword in shivers, 
 
 And pierc'd my boasted shield, 
 Laugh'd at my vain endeavours, 
 
 And drove me from the field. 
 
 6 Satan will not be braved 
 
 By such a worm as I ; 
 Then let me learn with David t • 
 
 To trust in the Most High ; 
 To plead the name of Jesus, 
 
 And use the sling of pray 'r : 
 Thus arm'd, when Satan sees us, 
 
 He'll tremble and despair. 
 
 * Job xli. 27. 
 
Hymn 29. 2 Samuel. 45 
 
 II. SAMUEL. 
 
 . XXIX. David's Fall. Chap. xi. 27. 
 
 1 How David, when by sin deceived, 
 
 From bad to worse went on ! 
 For when the holy Spirit's griev'd, 
 Our strength and guard are gone. 
 
 2 His eye, on Bathsheba once fix'd, 
 
 With poison fill'd his soul ; 
 He ventur'd on adult'ry next, 
 And murder crown'd the whole. 
 
 3 So from a spark of fire at first, 
 
 That has not been descry 'd, 
 A dreadful flame has often burst, 
 And ravag'd far and wide. 
 
 4 When sin deceives, it hardens too ; 
 
 For, though he vainly sought 
 To hide his crimes from public view, 
 Of God he little thought. 
 
 5 He neither would, nor could, repent, 
 
 No true compunction felt, 
 'Till God, in mercy, Nathan sent, 
 His stubborn heart to melt. 
 
 6 The parable held forth a fact, 
 
 Design'd his case to show ; 
 But, though the picture was exact, 
 Him sell he did not know. 
 
 7 "■ Thou art the man," the prophet said ; 
 
 That word his slumber broke : 
 And when he own'd his sin, and pray'd, 
 The Lord forgiveness spoke. 
 
46 3 Samuel. Book I. 
 
 8 Let those who think they stand beware, 
 For David stood before ; 
 Nor let the fallen soul despair, . 
 For mercy can restore. 
 
 XXX. Is this thy kindness to thy friend? 
 Chap. xvi. 17. 
 
 1 Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am, 
 
 I have a rich, almighty Friend ; 
 Jesus, the Saviour, is his name, 
 He freely loves, and without end. 
 
 2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood, 
 
 And by his pow'r my foes controlTd ; 
 He found me wand'ring far from God, 
 And brought me to his chosen fold. 
 
 3 He cheers my heart, my want supplies, 
 
 And says, that I shall shortly be 
 Enthron'd with him above the skies — 
 Oh ! what a friend is Christ to me ! 
 
 4 But, ah ! my inmost spirit mourns, 
 
 And well my eyes with tears may swim, 
 To think of my perverse returns ; 
 IVe been a faithless friend to him. 
 
 5 Often my gracious Friend I grieve, 
 
 Neglect, distrust, and disobey, 
 And often Satan's lies believe, 
 
 Sooner than all my Friend can say. 
 
 6 He bids me always freely come, 
 
 And promises whate'er I ask : 
 But I am straiten'd, cold, and dumb, 
 And count my privilege a task. 
 
Hymn 31. 1 King*. 47 
 
 7 Before the world, that hates his cause, 
 
 My treacherous heart has throbb'd with 
 shame ; 
 Loath to forego the world's applause, 
 I hardly dare avow his name. 
 
 8 Sure, were not I most vile and base, 
 
 I could not thus my Friend requite ! 
 And were not he the God of grace, 
 
 He'd frown and spurn me from his sight. 
 
 I. KINGS. 
 
 XXXI. Mk what I shall give thee. Chap. iii. 5, 
 
 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 Jesus loves to answer prayV, 
 
 He himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
 2 Thou art coming to a King, 
 Large petitions with thee bring* ; 
 For his grace and pow'r are such, 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 3 With my burden I begin, 
 Lord, remove this load of sin ! 
 Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 4 Lord ! I come to thee for rest, 
 Take possession of my breast ; 
 
 There thy blood- bought right maintain, 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 5 As the image in the glass 
 Answers the beholder's face ; 
 Thus unto my heart appear, 
 Print thine own resemblance there. 
 
 * Psalm lxxxi. 10. 
 
48 1 Kings. Book I. 
 
 6 While I am a pilgrim here, 
 Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 
 As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
 7 Show me what I have to do, 
 Ev'ry hour my strength renew ; 
 Let me live a life of faith, 
 
 Let me die thy people's death. 
 
 XXXII. Another. 
 
 1 If Solomon for wisdom pray'd, 
 
 The Lord before had made him wise ; 
 Else he another choice had made, 
 
 And ask'd for what the worldlings prize. 
 
 1 Thus he invites his people still ; 
 
 He first instructs them how to choose, 
 Then bids them ask whate'er they will, 
 Assur'd that He will not refuse. 
 
 3 Our wishes would our ruin prove, 
 
 Could we our wretched choice obtain, " 
 Before we feel the Saviour's love 
 Kindle our love to him again. 
 
 4 But when our hearts perceive his worth, 
 
 Desires, till then unknown, take place ; 
 Our spirits cleave no more to earth, 
 But pant for holiness and grace. ' 
 
 5 And dost thou say, " Ask what thou wilt T\ 
 
 Lord, 1 would seize the golden hour ; 
 I pray to be releas'd from guilt, 
 
 And freed from sin and Satan's pow'r. 
 
Hymn 33. i Kings. 49 
 
 6 More of thy presence, Lord, impart, 
 
 More of thine image let me bear ; 
 Erect thy throne within my heart, 
 And reign without a rival there. 
 
 7 Give me to read my pardon seal'd, 
 
 And from thy joy to draw my strength ; 
 To have thy boundless love reveal'd 
 In all its height, and breadth, and length. 
 
 8 Grant these requests, I ask no more, 
 
 But to thy care the rest resign ; 
 Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, 
 All shall be well if thou art mine. 
 
 XXXIII. Another. 
 
 1 Behold the throne of grace ! 
 The promise calls me near ; 
 
 There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
 And waits to answer pray'r. 
 
 2 That rich atoning blood 
 Which sprinkled round I see, 
 
 Provides for those who come to God 
 An all-prevailing plea. 
 
 3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 
 Thou canst not be too bold ; 
 
 Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
 What else can he withhold ? 
 
 4 Beyond thy utmost wants 
 His love and pow'r can bless ; 
 
 To praying souls he always grants 
 More than they can express. 
 E 
 
50 1 Kings. Book I. 
 
 5 Since 'tis the Lord's command, 
 My mouth I open wide ; 
 
 Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand, 
 That I may be supply 'd. 
 
 6 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 
 Thy presence and thy love ; 
 
 I ask to serve thee here below, 
 And reign with thee above. 
 
 7 Teach me to live by faith, 
 Conform my will to thine ; 
 
 Let me victorious be in death, 
 And then in glory shine. 
 
 8 If thou these blessings give, 
 And wilt my portion be, 
 
 Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave 
 To them who know not thee. 
 
 XXXIV. Queen of Sheba. Chap. x. 1— .9 
 
 1 From Sheba a distant report 
 
 Of Solomon's glory and fame, 
 Invited the queen to his court, 
 
 But all was outdone when she came : 
 She cry'd, with a pleased surprise, 
 
 When first she before him appear'd, 
 " How much what I see with my eyes 
 
 " Surpasses the rumour I heard !" 
 
 2 When once to Jerusalem come, 
 
 The treasure and train she had brought, 
 The wealth she possessed at home, 
 No longer had place in her thought : 
 
Hymn 34. 1 Kings. 51 
 
 His house, his attendants, his throne, 
 All struck her with wonder and awe ; 
 
 The glory of Solomon shone 
 In every object she saw. 
 
 3 But Solomon most she admir'd, 
 
 Whose spirit conducted the whole ; 
 His wisdom, which God had inspir'd, 
 
 His bounty and greatness of soul ; 
 Of all the hard questions she put, 
 
 A ready solution he show'd ; 
 Exceeded her wish and her suit, 
 
 And more than she ask'd him bestow'd. 
 
 4 Thus I, when the Gospel proclaim'd 
 
 The Saviour's great name in my ears, 
 The wisdom for which he is fam'd, 
 
 The love which to sinners he bears ; 
 I long'd, and I was not deny'd, 
 
 That I in his presence might bow : 
 I saw, and transported I cry'd, 
 
 " A greater than Solomon Thou I" 
 
 5 My conscience no comfort could find, 
 
 By doubt and hard questions oppos'd ; 
 But he restor'd peace to my mind, 
 
 And answer'd each doubt I propos'd : 
 Beholding me poor and distress'd, 
 
 His bounty supply'd all my wants ; 
 My pray'r could have never express'd 
 
 So much as this Solomon grants. 
 
 6 I heard, and was slow to believe, 
 
 But now with my eyes I behold 
 Much more than my heart could conceive, 
 Or language could ever have told. 
 
32 1 Kings. Book I, 
 
 How happy thy servants must be, 
 Who always before thee appear I 
 
 Vouchsafe, Lord, this blessing to me, 
 I find it is good to be here. 
 
 XXXV. Elijah fed by Ravens*. Chap. xvii. $. 
 
 1 Elijah's example declares, 
 
 Whatever distress may betide, 
 The saints may commit all their cares 
 
 To Him who will surely provide. 
 i When rain long withheld from the earth 
 
 Occasion'd a famine of bread, 
 The prophet, secur'd from the dearth, 
 
 By ravens was constantly fed. 
 
 2 More likely to rob, than to feed, 
 
 Were ravens who live upon prey ; 
 But when the Lord's people have need, 
 
 His goodness will find out a way : 
 This instance to those may seem strange, 
 
 Who know not how faith can prevail j 
 But sooner all nature shall change, 
 
 Than one of God's promises fail. 
 
 3 Nor is it a singular case, 
 
 The wonder is often renew 'd ; 
 And many can say to his praise, 
 
 He sends them by ravens their food ; 
 Thus worldlings, though ravens indeed, 
 
 Though greedy and selfish their mind, 
 If God has a servant to feed, 
 
 Against their own wills can be kind. 
 
 * Book iii. Hvmn 47. 
 
Hymn 36, 1 Kings. 53 
 
 4 Thus Satan, that raven unclean, 
 
 Who croaks in the ears of the saints, 
 Compell'd by a power unseen, 
 
 Administers oft to their wants : 
 God teaches them how to find food 
 
 From all the temptations they feel ; 
 This raven, who thirsts for my blood, 
 
 Has help'd me to many a meal. 
 
 5 How safe, and how happy are they, 
 
 Who on the good Shepherd rely ! 
 He gives them out strength for their day, 
 
 Their wants he will surely supply : 
 He ravens and lions can tame, 
 
 All creatures obey his command ; 
 Then let me rejoice in his name, 
 
 And leave all my cares in his hand. 
 
 XXXVI. The Meal and Cruse of Oil. Chap. xvii. 16. 
 
 1 By the poor widow's oil and meal 
 
 Elijah was sustained; 
 Though small the stock, it lasted well, 
 For God the store maintain'd. 
 
 2 It seem'd as if, from day to day, 
 
 They w r ere to eat and die ; 
 But still, though in a secret way, 
 He sent a fresh supply. 
 
 3 Thus to his poor he still will give 
 
 Just for the present hour ; 
 But for to-morrow they must live 
 Upon his word and pow'r, 
 E2 
 
54 2 Kings. Book L 
 
 4 No barn nor store-house they possess 
 
 On which they can depend ; 
 Yet have no cause to fear distress, 
 For Jesus is their friend. 
 
 5 Then let not doubts your mind assail, 
 
 Remember God has said, 
 " The cruse and barrel shall not fail, 
 " My people shall be fed." 
 
 6 And thus, though faint it often seems, 
 
 He keeps their grace alive ; 
 Supply 'd by his refreshing streams, 
 Their dying hopes revive. 
 
 7 Though in ourselves we have no stock, 
 
 The Lord is nigh to save ; 
 His door flies open when we knock, 
 And 'tis but ask and have. 
 
 II. KINGS. 
 
 XXXVII. Jericho , or, the Waters healed. 
 Chap. ii. 19 — 22. 
 
 1 Though Jericho pleasantly stood, 
 
 And look'd like a promising soil, 
 The harvest produc'd little food, 
 
 To answer the husbandman's toil. 
 The water some property had, 
 
 Which poisonous prov'd to the ground ; 
 The springs were corrupted and bad, 
 
 The streams spread a barrenness round. 
 
 2 But soon by the cruse and the salt, 
 
 Prepar'd by Elisha's command, 
 The water was cur'd of its fault, 
 And plenty enriched the land : 
 
Hymn 37. 2 Kings. 35 
 
 An emblem sure this of the grace 
 On fruitless dead sinners bestow'd ; 
 
 For man is in Jericho's case, 
 Till cur'd by the mercy of God. 
 
 3 How noble a creature he seems ; 
 
 What knowledge, invention, and skill ! 
 How large and extensive his schemes I 
 
 How much can he do if he will I 
 His zeal to be learned and wise 
 
 Will yield to no limits or bars ; 
 He measures the earth and the skies, 
 
 And numbers and marshals the stars. 
 
 4 Yet still he is barren of good ; 
 
 In vain are his talents and art ; 
 For sin has infected his blood, 
 
 And poison'd the streams of his heart : 
 Though cockatrice eggs he can hatch, 
 
 Or, spider-like, cobwebs can weave*, 
 'Tis madness to labour and watch 
 
 For what will destroy or deceive. 
 
 5 But grace, like the salt in the cruse, 
 
 When cast in the spring of the soul ; 
 A wonderful change will produce, 
 
 Diffusing new life through the whole : 
 The wilderness blooms like a rose, 
 
 The heart which was vile and abhorr'd, 
 Now fruitful and beautiful grows, 
 
 The garden and joy of the Lord. 
 
 .* Isa. lix. 5. 
 
56 2 Kings. Book I. 
 
 XXXVIII. Kaaman. Chap. v. 14. 
 
 1 Before Elisha's gate 
 
 The Syrian leper stood ; 
 But could not brook to wait, 
 
 He deem'd himself too good : 
 He thought the prophet would attend, 
 And not to him a message send. 
 
 2 Have I this journey come, 
 
 And will he not be seen ? 
 I were as well at home, 
 
 Would washing make me clean ; 
 Why must I wash in Jordan's flood ? 
 Damascus' rivers are as good. 
 
 3 Thus, by his foolish pride, 
 
 He almost miss'd a cure ; 
 Howe'er at length he try'd, 
 
 And found the method sure : 
 Soon as his pride was brought to yield, 
 The leprosy was quickly heal'd. 
 
 4 Leprous and proud as he, 
 
 To Jesus thus I came, 
 From sin to set me free, 
 
 When first I heard his fame : 
 Surely, thought I, my pompous train 
 Of vows and tears will notice gain. 
 
 5 My heart devis'd the way 
 
 Which I suppos'd he'd take ; 
 And when I found delay, 
 
 Was ready to go back, 
 Had he some painful task enjoin d, 
 I to performance seem'd inclin'd. 
 
Hymn 39. 2 Kings, 57 
 
 6 When by his word he spake, 
 
 " That fountain open'd see ; 
 " 'Twas open'd for thy sake, 
 " Go wash, and thou art free :" 
 Oh ! how did my proud heart gainsay, 
 I fear'd to trust this simple way ! 
 
 7 At length I trial made, 
 
 When I had much endur'd ; 
 The message I obey'd, — 
 
 I wash'd, and I was cured : 
 Sinners, this healing fountain try, 
 Which cleans'd a wretch so vile as I. 
 
 XXXIX. The Borrowed Axe, Cha^ vi. 5, 6, 
 
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 1 The prophet's sons, in times of old, 
 
 Though to appearance poor, 
 Were rich without possessing gold, 
 And honour'd, though obscure, 
 
 2 In peace their daily bread they eat, 
 
 By honest labour earn'd ; 
 While daily at Elisha's feet 
 
 They grace and wisdom learn 'd. 
 
 3 The prophet's presence cheer'd their toil, 
 
 They watch'd the words he spoke, 
 Whether they turn'd the furrow'd soil, 
 Or fell'd the spreading oak. 
 
 4 Once, as they listen'd to his theme, 
 
 Their conference was stopp'd ; 
 For one beneath the yielding stream 
 A borrow 'd axe had dropp'd. 
 
58 2 Kings. Book fc 
 
 5 " Alas ! it was not mine," he said, 
 
 " How shall I make it good ?" 
 Elisha heard, and when he pray'd, 
 The iron swain like wood. 
 
 6 If God, in such a small affair, 
 
 A miracle performs, 
 It shows his condescending care 
 Of poor unworthy worms. 
 
 7 Though kings and nations in his view 
 
 Are but as motes and dust, 
 His eye and ear are fix'd on you, 
 Who in his mercy trust. 
 
 8 Not oi^ concern of ours is small, 
 
 If we belong to him ; 
 To teach us this, the Lord of all 
 Once made the iron swim. 
 
 XL. More with tea than with them. Chap. vi. 16. 
 
 1 Alas ! Elisha's servant cry *d, 
 When he the Syrian army spy'd : 
 But he was soon releas'd from care, 
 In answer to the prophet's pray r. 
 
 2 Straightway he saw, with other eyes, 
 A greater army from the skies, 
 
 A fiery guard around the hill ; 
 Thus are the saints preserved still. 
 
 3 When Satan and his host appear, 
 Like him, of old, I faint and fear ; 
 Like him, by faith, with joy I see, 
 A greater host engag'd for me. 
 
Hymn 41. 1 Chronicles. 59 
 
 4 The saints espouse my cause by pray'r, 
 The angels make my soul their care ; 
 Mine is the promise seal'd with blood, 
 And Jesus lives to make it good. 
 
 I. CHRONICLES. 
 
 XLI. Faith 9 * Review and Expectation. Ch. xvii. 
 16, 17. 
 
 1 Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound,) 
 
 That sav'd a wretch like me ! 
 I once was lost, but now am found, 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 
 And grace my fears reliev'd ; 
 How precious did that grace app^r 
 The hour I first belie v'd ! 
 
 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 I have already come ; 
 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 The Lord has promis'd good to me, 
 
 His word my hope secures : 
 He will my shield and portion be, 
 As long as life endures. 
 
 5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail t 
 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 I shall possess, within the vail, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 
 
 The sun forbear to shine j 
 But God, who call'd me here below, 
 Will be for ever mine. 
 
60 tfehemiah. Book I. 
 
 NEHEMIAH. 
 
 XLII. The Joy of the Lord is your Strength. 
 Chap. viii. 10. 
 
 1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow 
 
 In nature's barren soil ; 
 All we can boast, till Christ we know, 
 Is vanity and toil. 
 
 2 But where the Lord has planted grace, 
 
 And made his glories known, 
 There fruits of heav'nly joy and peace 
 Are found, and there alone. 
 
 3 A bkeding Saviour seen by faith, 
 
 A sense of pard'ning love ; 
 A hope that triumphs over death, 
 Give joys like those above. 
 
 4 To take a glimpse within the vail, 
 
 To know that God is mine, 
 Are springs of joy that never fail, 
 Unspeakable ! divine ! 
 
 5 These are the joys which satisfy, 
 
 And sanctify the mind ; 
 Which make the spirit mount on high, 
 And leave the world behind. 
 
 6 No more, believers, mourn your lot ; 
 
 But if you are the Lord's, 
 Resign to them that know him not 
 Such joys as earth affords. 
 
Hymn 43. Job. 61 
 
 JOB. 
 
 'XLIII. Oh that I were as in months past ! 
 Chap. xxix. 2. 
 
 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt 
 
 The Saviour's pard'ning blood 
 Apply 'd, to cleanse my soul from guilt. 
 And bring me home to God. 
 
 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal 'd, 
 
 His praises tun'd my tongue ; 
 And when the ev'ning shades prevail 'd. 
 His love was all my song. 
 
 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, 
 
 The world no more could charm ; 
 I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, 
 And lean'd upon his arm. 
 
 4 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, 
 
 And saw his glory shine ; 
 And when I read his holy word, 
 I call'd each promise mine. 
 
 5 Then to his saints I often spoke, 
 
 Of what his love had done ; 
 But now my heart is almost broke, 
 For all my joys are gone. 
 
 6 Now when the ev'ning shade prevails, 
 
 My soul in darkness mourns ; 
 And when the morn the light reveals, 
 No light to me returns. 
 
 7 My pray'rs are now a chatt'ring noise, 
 
 For Jesus hides his face ; 
 I read, the promise meets my eyes, 
 But will not reach my case. 
 F 
 
62 Job. Book I. 
 
 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, 
 And make my soul his prey : 
 Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, 
 O come without delay ! 
 
 XLIV. The Change*. 
 
 1 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul, 
 
 Bid my dying hopes revive ; 
 Make my wounded spirit whole, 
 
 Far away the tempter drive , 
 Speak the word, and set me free, 
 Let me live alone to thee. 
 
 2 Shall I sigh and pray in vain, 
 
 Wilt thou still refuse to hear ? 
 Wilt thou not return again, 
 
 Must I yield to black despair ? 
 Thou hast taught my heart to pray, 
 Canst thou turn thy face away ? 
 
 3 Once I thought my mountain strong, 
 
 Firmly fix'd no more to move ; 
 Then thy grace was all my song, 
 
 Then my soul was filPd with love ; 
 Those were happy golden days, 
 Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 
 
 4 When my friends have said, " Beware, 
 
 " Soon or late you'll find a change," 
 I could see no cause for fear, 
 
 Vain their caution seem'd and strange : 
 Not a cloud obscur'd my sky, 
 Could I think a tempest nigh ? 
 
 * Bood ii. Hymn 34. and Book iii. Hymn 86. 
 
Hymn 45. Psalms. 63 
 
 5 Little then myself I knew, 
 
 Little thought of Satan's pow'r : 
 Now I find their words were true, 
 
 Now I feel the stormy hour ! 
 Sin has put my joys to flight, 
 Sin has chang'd my day to night. 
 
 6 Satan asks and mocks my wo, 
 
 " Boaster, where is now your God?" 
 Silence, Lord, this cruel foe, 
 
 Let him know I'm bought with blood : 
 Tell him, since I know thy name, 
 Though I change, thou art the same. 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 XLV. Pleading for Mercy. Psalm vi. 
 
 1 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke 
 
 Thy feeble worm, my God ! 
 My spirit dreads thine angry look, 
 And trembles at thy rod. 
 
 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak, 
 
 Regard my heavy groans ; 
 O let thy voice of comfort speak, 
 And heal my broken bones ! 
 
 3 By day, my busy beating head 
 
 Is fill'd with anxious fears ; 
 By night, upon my restless bed, 
 I weep a flood of tears. 
 
 4 Thus I sit desolate and mourn, 
 
 Mine eyes grown dull with grief : 
 How long, my Lord, ere thou return, 
 And bring my soul relief ? 
 
64 Psalm. Book I. 
 
 5 O come and show thy pow'r to save, 
 And spare my fainting breath ; 
 For who can praise thee in the grave, 
 Or sing thy name in death ? 
 
 £ Satan, my cruel envious foe, 
 Insults me in my pain ; 
 He smiles to see me brought so low, 
 And tells me hope is vain. 
 
 7 But hence, thou enemy, depart, 
 Nor tempt me to despair ; 
 My Saviour comes to cheer my heart, 
 The Lord has heard my pray'r. 
 
 XL VI. None upon Earth I desire beside thee'. 
 Psalm Ixxiii. 25. 
 
 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ; 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds,and sweet flow'r^ 
 
 Have lost all their sweetness with me ; 
 The midsummer sun shines but dim, 
 
 The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
 But when I am happy in him, 
 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And sweeter than music his voice ; 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 
 And makes all within me rejoice : 
 I should, were he always thus nigh, 
 
 Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
 No mortal so happy as I, 
 
 My summer would last all the year. 
 
Hymn 47. Psalms. 05 
 
 3 Content with beholding his face, 
 
 My all to his pleasure resign'd, 
 No changes of season or place, 
 
 Would make any change in my mind ; 
 While bless'd with a sense of his love, 
 
 A palace a toy would appear ; 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 
 If thou art my sun and my song ; 
 Say, why do I languish and pine, 
 
 And why are my winters so long ? 
 O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
 Or take me unto thee on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 XLVII. The Believer's Safety. Psalm xci 
 
 1 Incarnate God ! the soul that knows 
 
 Thy name's mysterious pow'r, 
 Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose, 
 Nor fear the trying hour. 
 
 2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love, 
 
 To feeble helpless worms, 
 A buckler and a refuge prove 
 From enemies and storms. 
 
 3 In vain the fowler spreads his net 5 
 
 To draw them from thy care ; 
 Thy timely call instructs their feet 
 To shun the artful snare. 
 
 F 2 
 
(Hi Psalms. Book I. 
 
 4 When, like a baneful pestilence, 
 
 Sin mows its thousands down 
 On ev'ry side, without defence, 
 Thy grace secures thine own. 
 
 5 No midnight terrors haunt their bed, 
 
 No arrow wounds by day ; 
 Unhurt on serpents they shall tread, 
 If found in duty's way. 
 
 6 Angels, unseen, attend the saints, 
 
 And bear them in their arms, 
 To cheer the spirit when it faints, 
 And guard the life from harms. 
 
 7 The angels* Lord himself is nigh 
 
 To them that love his name ; 
 Ready to save them when they cry. 
 And put their foes to shame. 
 
 8 Crosses and changes are their lot, 
 
 Long as they sojourn here : 
 But since their Saviour changes not, 
 What have the saints to fear ? 
 
 XLVIII. Another. 
 
 1 That man no guard or weapons needs, 
 Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows ; 
 
 But safe may pass, if duty leads, 
 Through burning sands or mountain- snows. 
 
 2 Releas'd from guilt, he feels no fear ; 
 
 Redemption is his shield and tow'r ; 
 He sees his Saviour always near 
 To help in ev'ry trying hour. 
 
Hyinn 49. Psalms. 67 
 
 3 Though I am weak, and Satan strong, 
 
 And often to assult me tries ; 
 When Jesus is my shield and song, 
 Abash'd the wolf before me flies. 
 
 4 His love possessing I am blest, 
 
 Secure whatever change may come : 
 Whether I go to east or west, 
 
 With him I still shall be at home. 
 
 5 If plac'd beneath the northern pole, 
 
 Though winter reigns with rigour there ; 
 His gracious beams would cheer my soul, 
 And make a spring throughout the year, 
 
 6 Or if the desert's sun-burnt soil 
 
 My lonely dwelling e'er should prove ; 
 His presence would support my toil, 
 
 Whose smile is life, whose voice is love, 
 
 XLIX. He led them by a right Way. Ps. cvii. <T= 
 
 1 Wh e n Israel was from Egypt freed, 
 
 The Lord, who brought them out, 
 Help'd them in ev'ry time of need, 
 But led them round about*. 
 
 2 To enter Canaan soon they hop'd ; 
 
 But quickly chang'd their mind, 
 When the Red Sea their passage stopp'd 
 And Pharaoh march'd behind. 
 
 3 The desert fill'd them with alarms, 
 
 For water and for food ; 
 And Amalek, by force of arms, 
 To check their progress stood. 
 
 Exod. xiii. 17. 
 
08 Psalms, Book I. 
 
 4 They often murmur 'd by the way, 
 
 Because they judg'd by sight ; 
 But were at length constrain'd to say, 
 The Lord had led them right. 
 
 5 In the Red Sea, that stopp'd them first, 
 
 Their enemies were drown'd ; 
 The rocks gave water for their thirst, 
 And Manna spread the ground. 
 
 6 By fire and cloud their way was shown 
 
 Across the pathless sands ; 
 And Amalek was overthrown 
 By Moses' lifted hands. 
 
 7 The way was right their hearts to prove, 
 
 To make God's glory known ; 
 And show his wisdom, pow'r, and love, 
 Engag'd to save his own. 
 
 8 Just so the true believer's path 
 
 Through many dangers lies ; 
 Though dark to sense, 'tis right to faith, 
 And leads us to the skies. 
 
 L. What shall I render*? Ps. cxvi. 12, 13. 
 
 1 For mercies, countless as the sands, 
 
 Which daily I receive 
 From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, 
 My soul, what canst thou give ? , 
 
 2 Alas ! from such a heart as mine, 
 
 What can I bring him forth ? 
 My best is stain 'd and dy'd with sin, 
 My all is nothing worth. 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 67. 
 
Hymn 51. Psalms. 69 
 
 3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make 
 
 For all he has bestow'd, 
 Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, 
 And call upon my God. 
 
 4 The best returns for one like me, 
 
 So wretched and so poor, 
 Is from his gifts to draw a plea, 
 And ask him still for more. 
 
 3 I cannot serve him as I ought, 
 No works have I to boast ; 
 Yet would I glory in the thought 
 That I shall owe him most. 
 
 LI. Dwelling in Mesech. Psalm cxx. 5 — »7. 
 
 1 Wh a t a mournful life is mine, 
 
 Fili'd with crosses, pains, and cares ! 
 Ev'ry work defil'd with sin, 
 Ev'ry step beset with snares ! 
 
 2 If alone I pensive sit, 
 
 I myself can hardly bear ; 
 If I pass along the street, 
 Sin and riot triumph there. 
 
 3 Jesus ! how my heart is pain'd, 
 
 How it mourns for souls deceiv'd, 
 When I hear thy name profan'd, 
 When I see thy Spirit griev'd ! 
 
 4 When thy children's griefs I view, 
 
 Their distress becomes my own ; 
 All I hear, or see, or do, 
 
 Makes me tremble, weep, and groan, 
 
70 Proverbs. Book I, 
 
 5 Mourning thus I long had been, 
 
 When I heard my Saviour's voice ; 
 " Thou hast cause to mourn for sin, 
 " But in me thou mayst rejoice." 
 
 6 This kind word dispell'd my grief, 
 
 Put to silence my complaints ; 
 Though of sinners I am chief, 
 He has rank'd me with his saints. 
 
 7 Though constraint to dwell a while 
 
 Where the wicked strive and brawl ; 
 Let them frown, so he but smile, 
 Heav'n will make amends for all. 
 
 8 There, believers, we shall rest, 
 
 Free from sorrow, sin and fears ; 
 Nothing there our peace molest, 
 Through eternal rounds of years. 
 
 9 Let us then the fight endure, 
 
 See our Captain looking down ; 
 He will make the conquest sure, 
 And bestow the promis'd crown. 
 
 PROVERBS. 
 
 LII. C. Wisdom. Chap. viii. 22—31. 
 
 1 Ere God had built the mountains, 
 
 Or rais'd the fruitful hills ; 
 Before he fiTi'd the fountains 
 
 That feed the running rills ; 
 In me, from everlasting, 
 
 The wonderful I am, 
 Found pleasures never wasting, 
 
 And Wisdom is my name. 
 
Hymn 58. Proverbs. 71 
 
 2 When, like a tent to dwell in, 
 
 He spread the skies abroad, 
 And swath'd about the swelling 
 
 Of ocean's mighty flood ; 
 He wrought by weight and measure, 
 
 And I was with him then ; 
 Myself the Father's pleasure, 
 
 And mine, the sons of men. 
 
 3 Thus wisdom's words discover 
 
 Thy glory and thy grace, 
 Thou everlasting lover 
 
 Of our unworthy race ! 
 Thy gracious eye survey 'd us 
 
 Ere stars were seen above ; 
 In wisdom thou hast made us, 
 
 And died for us in love. 
 
 4 And couldst thou be delighted 
 
 With creatures such as we, 
 Who, when we saw thee, slighted, 
 
 And nail'd thee to the tree ? 
 Unfathomable wonder, 
 
 And mystery divine ! 
 The voice that speaks in thunder, 
 
 Says, " Sinner, I am thine !" 
 
 LIII. A Friend that sticketh closer than a brother. 
 Chap, xviii. 24. 
 
 1 One there is, above all others, 
 
 Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 Costly, free, and knows no end : 
 They who once his kindness prove 
 Find it everlasting love ! 
 
72 Proverbs. Book I. 
 
 2 Which of all our friends to save us, 
 
 Could or would have shed their blood I 
 But our Jesus died to have us. 
 Reconcird in him to God : 
 
 This was boundless love indeed ! 
 
 Jesus is a Friend in need. 
 
 3 Men, when rais'd to lofty stations, 
 
 Often know their friends no more ; 
 Slight and scorn their poor relations, 
 
 Though they valu'd them before : 
 But our Saviour always owns 
 Those whom he redeem'd with groans. 
 
 4 When he liv'd on earth abased, 
 
 Friend of sinners was his name, 
 Now, above all glory raised, 
 
 He rejoices in the same : 
 
 Still he calls them brethren, friends, 
 And to all their wants attends. 
 
 5 Could we bear from one another 
 
 What he daily bears from us ? 
 Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 
 Loves us, though we treat him thus : 
 Though for good we render ill, 
 He accounts us brethren still. 
 
 6 Oh ! for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; 
 We, alas ! forget too often 
 
 What a Friend we have above : 
 
 But when home our souls are brought, 
 We will love thee as we ought. 
 
Hymn 54. Ecclesiastes. 7S 
 
 ECCLESIASTES. 
 
 LIV. Vanity of Life*. Chap. i. 2, 
 
 1 The evils that beset our path 
 
 Who can prevent or cure ? 
 We stand upon the brink of death 
 When most we seem secure. 
 
 2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, 
 
 It soon may be withdrawn ; 
 Some change may plunge us in distress. 
 Before to-morrow's dawn. 
 
 3 Disease and pain invade our health, 
 
 And find an easy prey ; 
 And oft, when least expected, wealth 
 Takes wings, and flies away. 
 
 4 A fever or a blow can shake 
 
 Our wisdom's boasted rule, 
 And of the brightest genius make 
 A madman or a fool. 
 
 5 The gourds, from which we look for fruit, 
 
 Produce us only pain ; 
 A worm unseen attacks the root, 
 And all our hopes are vain. 
 
 6 I pity those who seek no more 
 
 Than such a world can give ; 
 Wretched they are, and blind, and poor, 
 And dying while they live. 
 
 7 Since sin has fill'd the earth with wo, 
 
 And creatures fade and die - T 
 Lord, wean our hearts from things below, 
 And fix our hopes on high. 
 
 * Book ii. Hyma &. 
 G 
 
7*4 Ecclesiastes, Book I. 
 
 LV. C. Vanity of the World. 
 
 1 Go d gives his mercies to be spent ; 
 
 Your hoard will do your soul no good ; 
 Gold is a blessing only lent, 
 Repaid by giving others food. 
 
 2 The world's esteem is but a bribe, 
 
 To buy their peace you sell your own ; 
 The slave of a vain-glorious tribe, 
 Who hate you while they make you known, 
 
 3 The joy that vain amusements give, 
 
 O ! sad conclusion that it brings ! 
 The honey of a crowded hive, 
 Defended by a thousand stings. 
 
 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools 
 
 That live upon her treach'rous smiles ; 
 She leads them blindfold by her rules, 
 And ruins all whom she beguiles. 
 
 6 God knows the thousands who go down 
 From pleasure into endless wo ; 
 And with a long despairing groan 
 Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 
 
 6 O fearful thought ! be timely wise ; 
 Delight but in a Saviour's charms, 
 And God shall take you to the skies, 
 Embrac'd in everlasting arms. 
 
 LVI. Vanity of the Creature sanctified* 
 
 1 Honey though the bee prepares, 
 An envenom'd sting he wears ; 
 Piercing thorns a guard compose 
 Round the fragrant, blooming rose* 
 
Hymn 56. Ecclesiastes. 75 
 
 2 Where we think to find a sweet, 
 Oft a painful sting we meet : 
 When the rose invites our eye, 
 We forget the thorn is nigh. 
 
 3 Why are thus our hopes beguil'd ? 
 Why are all our pleasures spoil'd ? 
 Why do agony and wo 
 
 From our choicest comforts grow ? 
 
 4 Sin has been the cause of all ! 
 'Twas not thus before the fall : 
 What but pain and thorn, and sting, 
 From the root of sin can spring ? 
 
 5 Now with ev'ry good we find 
 Vanity and grief entwin'd ; 
 What we feel, or what we fear, 
 All our joys embitter here. 
 
 6 Yet, through the Redeemer's love, 
 These afflictions blessings prove ; 
 He the wounding stings and thorns 
 Into healing med'cines turns, 
 
 7 From the earth our hearts they wean, 
 Teach us on his arm to lean ; 
 Urge us to a throne of grace, 
 Make us seek a resting place. 
 
 8 In the mansions of our King 
 Sweets abound without a sting ; 
 Thornless there the roses blow, 
 And the joys unmingled flow. 
 
76 Solomon's Song. Book I, 
 
 SOLOMON'S SONG. 
 
 LVII. The name of Jesus. Chap. i. 5. 
 
 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 'Tis Manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 8 Dear name ! the rock on which I build,, 
 My shield and hiding-place ; 
 My never-failing treas'ry fill'd 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
 4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain, 
 
 Although with sin defiTd ; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 And I am own'd a child. 
 
 5 Jesus* my Shepherd, Husband, Friend* 
 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
 7 'Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 With ev'ry fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
Hymn 59, Isaiah. 17 
 
 ISAIAH. 
 
 LVIII. C. Lord, I will jiraise thee. Chap. xii. 
 
 1 I will praise thee ev'ry day, 
 Now thine anger's turn'd away ! 
 Comfortable thoughts arise 
 From the bleeding sacrifice. 
 
 2 Here, in the fair Gospel-field, 
 Wells of free salvation yield 
 Streams of life, a plenteous store, 
 And my soul shall thirst no more* 
 
 3 Jesus is become at length 
 
 My salvation and my strength ; 
 And his praises shall prolong, 
 While I live, my pleasant song. 
 
 4 Praise ye then his glorious name, 
 Publish his exalted fame ! 
 
 Still his worth your praise exceeds, 
 Excellent are all his deeds. 
 
 5 Raise again the joyful sound, 
 Let the nations roll it round ! 
 
 Zion shout, for this is he, • 
 
 God the Saviour dwells in thee ! 
 
 LIX. The Refuge, River ', and Rock of the Church, 
 Chap, xxxii. 2. 
 
 1 He who on earth as man was known, 
 
 And bore our sins and pains ; 
 Now seated on th' eternal throne, 
 The God of glory reigns. 
 
 2 His hands the wheels of nature guide 
 
 With an unerring skill j 
 And countless worlds, extended wide, 
 Obey his so v 'reign will. 
 
 G 2 
 
7S Isaiah. Book I. 
 
 3 While harps unnumber'd sound his praise, 
 
 In yonder world above ; 
 
 ml 
 
 His saints on earth admire his ways, 
 And glory in his love. 
 
 4 His righteousness, to faith reveal'd, 
 
 Wrought out for guilty worms, 
 Affords a hiding-place and shield 
 From enemies and storms, 
 
 5 This land, through which his pilgrims go, 
 
 Is desolate and dry ; 
 But streams of grace from him o'erflow, 
 Their thirst to satisfy. 
 
 6 When troubles, like a burning sun, 
 
 Beat heavy on their head, 
 To this almighty Rock they run, 
 And find a pleasing shade. 
 
 7 How glorious he ! how happy they 
 
 In such a glorious Friend ! 
 Whose love secures them all the way, 
 And crowns them at the end. 
 
 LX. Zion, or the City of God*. Chap, xxxiii. 20, 21. 
 
 1 Glorious things of thee are spokenf, 
 
 Zion, city of our God ! 
 He, whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Form'd thee for his own abode J: . 
 On the rock of ages founded^, 
 
 What can shake thy sure repose ; 
 With salvation's walls surrounded||, 
 
 Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. 
 
 * Book ii. Hymn 24. f Ps. lxxxvii. 3. J Ps. exxxii. 14- 
 5 Matth. xvi. 18. || Isa. xxvi. 1. 
 
Hymn 60. Isaiah. ?9 
 
 2 See the streams of living waters 
 
 Springing from eternal love*, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters , 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint while such a river 
 
 Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? 
 Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,. 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 3 Round each habitation ho v 'ring, 
 
 See the cloud and fire appearfl 
 For a glory and a cov'ring, 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near ; 
 Thus deriving from their banner 
 
 Light by night and shade by day ; 
 Safe they feed upon the Manna 
 
 Which he gives them when they pray. 
 
 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, 
 
 Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
 Jesus, whom their souls rely on, 
 
 Makes them kings and priests to God|: 
 'Tis his love his people raises 
 
 Over self to reign as kings, 
 And as priests, his solemn praises 
 
 Each for a thank-off'ring brings. 
 
 3 Saviour, if of Zion's city 
 
 I, through grace, a member am ; 
 Let the world deride or pity, 
 
 I will glory in thy name : 
 Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 
 
 All his boasted pomp and show ; 
 Solid joys and lasting treasure, 
 
 None but Zion's children know. 
 
 * Psalm xlvi. 4. f Isa. iv. 5, 6. \ Rev. i. 6, 
 
80 Isaiah. Book I» 
 
 LXI. Look unto me, and be ye saved. Chap. xlv. 22. 
 
 1 As the serpent rais'd by Moses* 
 
 Heal'd the burning serpent's bite ; 
 Jesus thus himself discloses 
 
 To the wounded sinner's sight : 
 Hear his gracious invitation, 
 
 " I have life and peace to give, 
 " I have wrought out full salvation, 
 
 " Sinner, look to me and live. 
 
 2 " Pore upon your sins no longer, 
 
 " Well I know their mighty guilt ; 
 " But my love than death is stronger, 
 
 " I my blood have freely spilt : 
 " Though your he art has long been harden'd, 
 
 " Look on me — it soft shall grow ; 
 " Past transgressions shall be pardon'd, 
 
 " And I'll wash you white as snow. 
 
 3 " I have seen what you were doing, 
 
 " Though you little thought of me ; 
 " You were madly bent on ruin, 
 
 " But, I said — It shall not be : 
 " You had been for ever wretched, 
 
 " Had I not espous'd your part ; 
 " Now behold my arms outstretched 
 
 " To receive you to my heart. 
 
 4 " Well may shame, and joy, and wonder, 
 
 " All your inward passions move ; 
 " I could crush thee with my thunder, 
 " But I speak to thee in love : 
 
 * Numb. xxi. 9. 
 
IJymn 62. Isaiafi. 81 
 
 " See ! your sins are all forgiv'n, 
 " I have paid the countless sum I 
 
 " Now my death has open'd heaven, 
 " Thither you shall shortly come."' 
 
 5 Dearest Saviour, we adore thee 
 
 For thy precious life and death ; 
 Melt each stubborn heart before thee, 
 
 Give us all the eye of faith : 
 From the law's condemning sentence. 
 
 To thy mercy we appeal ; 
 Thou alone canst give repentance, 
 
 Thou alone our souls canst heal. 
 
 LXlI. The good Physician. 
 
 How lost was my condition, 
 
 Till Jesus made me whole ! 
 There is but one Physician 
 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul ! 
 Kext door to death he found me, 
 
 And snatch'd me from the grave. 
 To tell to all around me, 
 
 His wond'rous power to save. 
 
 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light, compared with sin ; 
 On ev'ry part it seizes, 
 
 But rages most within : 
 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, 
 
 And madness — all combin'd ; 
 And none but a believer 
 
 The least relief can find. 
 
82 Isaiah. Book I. 
 
 3 From men great skill professing 
 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 But this prov'd more distressing, 
 
 And added to my pain : 
 Some said that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost ; 
 Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were cross'd, 
 
 4 At length this great Physician, 
 
 How matchless is his grace ! 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook my case : 
 First gave me sight to view him, 
 
 For sin my eyes had seal'd ; 
 Then bid me look unto him ; 
 
 I look'd, and I was heal'd. 
 
 6 A dying, risen Jesus, 
 
 Seen by the eye of faith, 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 
 And saves the soul from death : 
 Come then to this Physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give, 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 'Tis only — look and live. 
 
 LXIII. To the Jfflicted, tossed with temfiests, and 
 not comforted. Chap. liv. 5 — 11. 
 
 1 Pensive, doubting, fearful heart, 
 Hear what Christ the Saviour says ; 
 Ev'ry word should joy impart, 
 Change thy mourning into praise : 
 
Hymn G3. Isaiah. 33 
 
 Yes, he speaks, and speaks to thee, 
 
 May he help thee to believe ! 
 Then thou presently wilt see, 
 
 Thou hast little cause to grieve. 
 
 ■2 " Fear thou not, nor be asham'd, 
 
 " All thy sorrows soon shall end : 
 " I who heav'n and earth have fram'd 
 
 " Am thy husband and thy friend : 
 " I the High and Holy One, 
 
 " Israel's God, by all ador'd, 
 " As thy Saviour will be known, 
 
 " Thy Redeemer and thy Lord. 
 
 3 " For a moment I withdrew, 
 
 " And thy heart was MM with pain ; 
 " But my mercies I'll renew, 
 
 " Thou shalt soon rejoice again : 
 " Though I seem to hide my face, 
 
 " Very soon my wrath shall cease ; 
 " 'Tis but for a moment's space, 
 
 " Ending in eternal peace. 
 
 4 " When my peaceful bow appears*, 
 
 " Painted on the wat'ry cloud ; 
 " 'Tis to dissipate thy fears, 
 
 " Lest the earth should be o'erflow'd : 
 " 'Tis an emblem too of grace, 
 
 " Of my cov'nant love a sign : 
 " Though the mountains leave their plac£, 
 
 " Thou shalt be for ever mine. 
 
 5 " Though afflicted, tempest toss'd, 
 " Comfortless awhile thou art, 
 " Do not think thou canst be lost, 
 " Thou art graven on my heart : 
 
 * Gen. ix. 13, 14. 
 
S4 Isaiah. Book I, 
 
 " All thy wastes I will repair, 
 " Thou shalt be rebuilt anew ; 
 
 -" And in thee it shall appear 
 " What a God of love can do." 
 
 LXIV. C. The Contrite Heart. Chap. lvii. 15. 
 
 1 The Lord will happiness divine 
 
 Oa contrite hearts bestow ; 
 Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 
 A contrite heart or no ? 
 
 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 
 
 Insensible as steel ; 
 If aught/:is felt, 'tis only pain, 
 To find I cannot feel. 
 
 3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd 
 
 To love thee if I could ; 
 But often feel another mind, 
 Averse to all that's good. 
 
 4 My best desires are faint and few, 
 
 I fain would strive for more ; 
 But when I cry, " My strength renew," 
 Seem weaker than before. 
 
 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 
 
 And love thy house of pray 'r ; 
 I therefore go where others go, 
 But find no comfort there. 
 
 6 O make this heart rejoice or ache ; 
 
 Decide this doubt for me ; 
 And if it be not broken, break,. 
 And heal it, if it be. 
 
Hymn 65. Isaiah. 85 
 
 LXV. C. The future Peace and Glory of the Church, 
 Chap. lx. 15—20. 
 
 1 Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, 
 
 " O my people, faint and few, 
 H Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 
 
 " Fair abodes I build for you ; 
 " Themes of heart-felt tribulation 
 
 " Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
 " You shall name your walls, Salvation, 
 
 " And your gates shall all be praise. 
 
 2 " There, like streams that feed the garden, 
 
 " Pleasures without end shall flow ; 
 " For the Lord, your faith rewarding, 
 
 " All his bounty shall bestow : 
 " Still in undisturb'd possession, 
 
 " Peace and righteousness shall reign ; 
 " Never shall you feel oppression, 
 
 " Hear the voice of war again. 
 
 3 " Ye no more your suns descending, 
 
 " Waning moons no more shall see ; 
 " But, your griefs for ever ending, 
 
 " Find eternal noon in me ; 
 " God shall rise, and shining o'er you, 
 
 " Change to day the gloom of night : 
 " He, the Lord, shall be your glory, 
 
 " God your everlasting light." 
 
 H 
 
86 Jeremiah. Book L 
 
 JEREMIAH. 
 
 LXVI. Trust of the Wicked and the Righteous com- 
 pared. Chap. xvii. 5 — 8. 
 
 1 As parched in the barren sands, 
 
 Beneath a burning sky, 
 The worthless bramble with'ring stands, 
 And only grows to die. 
 
 2 Such is the sinner's awful case, 
 
 Who makes the world his trust, 
 And dares his confidence to place 
 In vanity and dust. 
 
 3 A secret curse destroys his root, 
 
 And dries his moisture up ; 
 He lives a while, but bears no fruit, 
 Then dies without a hope. 
 
 4 But happy he whose hopes depend 
 
 Upon the Lord alone ; 
 The soul that trusts in such a Friend, 
 Can ne'er be overthrown. 
 
 5 Tho' gourds should wither, cisterns break, 
 
 And creature-comforts die, 
 No change his solid hope can shake, 
 Or stop his sure supply. 
 
 6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots 
 
 By constant streams are fed ; 
 Array'd in green, and rich in fruits, 
 It rears its branching head. 
 
 7 It thrives though rain should be deny'd, 
 
 And drought around prevail ; 
 'Tis planted by a river side, 
 Whose waters cannot fail. 
 
Hymn 68. Jeremiah. 87 
 
 LXVII. C. Jehovah our Righteousness, Chap, xxiii. 6. 
 
 1 My God, how perfect are thy ways ! 
 
 But mine polluted are ; 
 Sin twines itself about my praise. 
 And slides into my prayer. 
 
 2 When I would speak what thou hast done 
 
 To save me from my sin, 
 I cannot make thy mercies known 
 But self-applause creeps in. 
 
 3 Divine desire, that holy flame 
 
 Thy grace creates in me ; 
 
 Alas ! impatience is its name, 
 
 When it returns to thee. 
 
 4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, 
 
 How does it overflow ! 
 While self upon the surface floats, 
 Still bubbling from below. 
 
 3 Let others in the gaudy dress 
 Of fancied merit shine, 
 The Lord shall be my righteousness, 
 The Lord for ever mine. 
 
 LXVIII. C. Ephraim repenting. Chap, xxxi.18 — $6. 
 
 1 My God, till I receiv'd thy stroke, 
 
 How like a beast was I ! 
 So unaccustomed to the yoke, 
 So backward to comply. 
 
 2 With grief my just reproach I bear, 
 
 Shame fills me at the thought ; 
 How frequent my rebellions were ! 
 What wickedness I wrought ! 
 
88 Lamentations. Book I. 
 
 3 Thy merciful restraint I scorn'd, 
 
 And left the pleasant road ; 
 Yet turn me, and I shall be turn'd, 
 Thou art the Lord my God. 
 
 4 " Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts, 
 
 " Or vile in my esteem ? 
 " No," saith the Lord, " with all his faults 
 " I still remember him. 
 
 5 " Is he a dear and pleasant child ? 
 
 " Yes, dear and pleasant still ; 
 " Though sin his foolish heart beguiPd 
 " And he withstood my will. 
 
 6 " My sharp rebuke has laid him low, 
 
 " He seeks my face again ; 
 " My pity kindles at his wo, 
 " He shall not seek in vain." 
 
 LAMENTATIONS. 
 
 LXIX. The Lord is my fiortion. Chap. iii. 24. 
 
 1 From pole to pole let others roam, 
 
 And search in vain for bliss ; 
 My soul is satisfied at home, 
 The Lord my portion is. 
 
 2 Jesus, who on his glorious throne 
 
 Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea, 
 Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, • 
 And give himself to me. 
 
 3 His person fixes all my love, 
 
 His blood removes my fear ; 
 And while he pleads for me above. 
 His arm preserves me here. 
 
Hymn 70. Mzekicl. 89 
 
 4 His word of promise is my food, 
 
 His Spirit is my guide ; 
 Thus daily is my strength renewed, 
 And all my wants supply 'd*. 
 
 5 For him I count as gain each loss, 
 
 Disgrace, for him, renown ; 
 Well may I glory in his cross, 
 While he prepares my crown ! 
 
 6 Let worldlings then indulge their boast, 
 
 How much they gain or spend ; 
 Their joys must soon give up the ghost, 
 But mine shall know no end. 
 
 EZEKIEL. 
 
 LXX. Humbled and silenced by Mercy. Chap. xvi. 63. 
 
 1 On c e perishing in blood I lay, 
 
 Creatures no help could give ; 
 But Jesus pass'd me in the way> 
 He saw, and bid me live. 
 
 2 Though Satan still his rule maintain'd, 
 
 And all his arts employ *d ; 
 That mighty word his rage restrain^ 
 I could not be destroy 'd B 
 
 3 At length the time of love arriv'd 
 
 When I my Lord should know ; 
 Then Satan, of his pow'r depriv'd, 
 Was forc'd to let me go. 
 
 4 O can I e'er that day forget, 
 
 When Jesus kindly spoke ! 
 " Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt, 
 " And now I break thy yoke. 
 
 * Book. iii. Hymn 59, 
 II 2 
 
90 LzekicL Book I, 
 
 5 " Henceforth I take thee for my own, 
 
 " And give myself to thee ; 
 " Forsake the idols thou hast known, 
 " And yield thyself to me." 
 
 6 Ah, worthless heart ! it promis'd fair, 
 
 And said it would be thine ; 
 I little thought it e'er would dare 
 Again with idols join. 
 
 7 Lord, dost thou such backslidings heal, 
 
 And pardon all that's past ? 
 Sure, if I am not made of steel, 
 Thou hast prevail'd at last. 
 
 8 My tongue, which rashly spoke before, 
 
 This mercy will restrain : 
 Surely I now shall boast no more, 
 Nor censure, nor complain. 
 
 LXXI. C. The Covenant. Chap, xxxvi. 25 — 28. 
 
 1 The Lord proclaims his grace abroad ! 
 
 Behold, I change your hearts of stone ; 
 Each shall renounce his idol-god, 
 
 And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone* 
 
 2 My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds 
 
 To wash your filthiness away ; 
 
 Ye shall abhor your former deeds, - 
 
 And learn my statutes to obey. 
 
 3 My truth the great design ensures, 
 
 I give myself away to you ; 
 You shall be mine, I will be yours, 
 Your God unalterably true. 
 
Hymn 72. Ezekicl. 91 
 
 4 Yet not unsought or unimplor'd, 
 
 The plenteous grace shall I confer* ; 
 No — your whole hearts shall seek the Lord, 
 I'll put a praying spirit there* 
 
 5 From the first breath of life divine, 
 
 Down to the last expiring hour, 
 
 The gracious work shall all be mine, 
 
 Begun and ended in my power. 
 
 LXXII. C. Jehovah- Shammah. Chap, xlviii. 35. 
 
 1 As birds their infant brood protectf, 
 
 And spread their wings to shelter them, 
 Thus saith the Lord to his elect, 
 " So will I guard Jerusalem." 
 
 2 And what then is Jerusalem, 
 
 This darling object of his care ? 
 Where is its worth in God's esteem ? 
 Who built it ? who inhabits there ? 
 
 3 Jehovah founded it in blood, 
 
 The blood of his incarnate Son ; 
 There dwell the saints, once foes to God, 
 The sinners whom he calls his own. 
 
 4 There, though besieg'd on ev'ry side, 
 
 Yet much belov'd and guarded well, 
 From age to age they have defy'd 
 The utmost force of earth and hell. 
 
 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, 
 
 This city has a sure defence ; 
 Her name is call'd, The Lord is there, 
 And who has pow'r to drive him thence ? 
 
 * Ver 37. f Isaiah xxxi. 5. 
 
92 Daniel. Book I. 
 
 DANIEL. 
 
 LXXIII. The Power and Triumfih of Faith. 
 Chap. iii. 6. 
 
 1 Supported by the word, 
 Though in himself a worm, 
 The servant of the Lord 
 Can wond'rous acts perform : 
 
 Without dismay he boldly treads 
 Where'er the path of duty leads. 
 
 2 The haughty king in vain, 
 With fury on his brow, 
 Believers would constrain 
 To golden gods to bow : 
 
 The furnace could not make them fear, 
 Because they knew the Lord was near. 
 
 3 As vain was the decree 
 
 Which charg'd them not to pray ; 
 
 Daniel still bow'd his knee, 
 
 And worshipp'd thrice a day. 
 Trusting in God, he fear'd not men, 
 Though threaten'd with the lion's den. 
 
 4 Secure they might refuse 
 Compliance with such laws ; 
 For what had they to lose. 
 When God espous'd their cause ? 
 
 He made the hungry lions crouch ; 
 Nor durst the fire his children touch. 
 
 5 The Lord is still the same, 
 A mighty shield and tow'r, 
 And they who trust his name 
 Are guarded by his pow'r ; 
 
 He can the rage of lions tame, 
 
 And bear them harmless through the flame. 
 
Hymn 74. Daniel. 93 
 
 6 Yet we too often shrink 
 
 When trials are in view ; 
 
 Expecting we must sinkj 
 
 And never can get through : 
 But could we once believe indeed, 
 From all these fears we should be freed. 
 
 LXXIV. Belshazzar. Chap. v. 5, 6. 
 
 .1 Poor sinners ! little do they think 
 With whom they have to do ! 
 But stand securely on the brink 
 Of everlasting wo. 
 
 2 Belshazzar thus, profanely bold, 
 
 The Lord of hosts defy'd ; 
 But vengeance soon his boasts controll'd, 
 And humbled all his pride. 
 
 3 He saw a hand upon the wall, 
 
 (And trembled on his throne,) 
 Which wrote his sudden dreadful fall 
 In characters unknown. 
 
 4 Why should he tremble at the view 
 
 Of what he could not read ? 
 Foreboding conscience quickly knew 
 His ruin was decreed. 
 
 5 See him o'erwhelm'd with deep distress ! 
 
 His eyes with anguish roll ; 
 His looks and loosen'd joints express 
 The terrors of his soul. 
 
 6 His pomp and music, guests and wine, 
 
 No more delight afford ; 
 Oh, sinner ! ere this case be thine, 
 Begin to seek the Lord. 
 
&fc Jonah. Book I. 
 
 7 The law, like this hand- writing, stands, 
 And speaks the wrath of God* ; 
 
 But Jesus answers its demands, 
 And cancels it with blood, 
 
 JONAH. 
 
 LXXV. The Gourd. Chap. iv. 7. 
 
 1 As once for Jonah, so the Lord, 
 
 To sooth and cheer my mournful hours, 
 Prepared for me a pleasing gourd ; 
 
 Cool was its shade and sweet its flow'rs. 
 
 2 To prize his gift was surely right, 
 
 But through the folly of my heart, 
 It hid the Giver from my sight, 
 
 And soon my joy was chang'd to smart? 
 
 3 While I admir'd its beauteous form, 
 
 Its pleasant shade and grateful fruit ; 
 The Lord, displeas'd, sent forth a worm, 
 Unseen, to prey upon the root. 
 
 4 I trembled when I saw it fade, 
 
 But guilt restrain'd themurm'ring word ; 
 My folly I confess'd, and pray'd, 
 
 Forgive my sin, and spare my gourd. 
 
 5 His wond'rous love can ne'er be told, 
 
 He heard me, and reliev'd my pain ; 
 His word the threat'ning worm controll'd, 
 And bid my gourd revive again. 
 
 6 Now, Lord, my gourd is mine no more, 
 
 'Tis thine, who only couldst it raise ; 
 The idol of my heart before, 
 
 Henceforth shall flourish to thy praise. 
 
 * Qo\. ii. 14. 
 
.Hymn 76. Zechariah. 9o 
 
 ZECHARIAH 
 
 LXXVI. Prayer for the Lord's promised Pre- 
 sence. Chap. ii. 10. 
 
 1 Son of God ! thy people shield ! 
 
 Must we still thine absence mourn ? 
 Let thy promise be fulfhTd, 
 
 Thou hast said, " I will return." 
 
 '2 Gracious Leader, now appear, 
 Shine upon us with thy light ! 
 Like the spring, when thou art near, 
 Days and suns are doubly bright. 
 
 3 As a mother counts the days 
 
 Till her absent son she see, 
 Longs and watches, weeps and prays, 
 So our spirits long for thee. 
 
 4 Come, and let us feel thee nigh, 
 
 Then thy sheep shall feed in peace ; 
 Plenty bless us from orf high, 
 Evil from amongst us cease. 
 
 5 With thy love, and voice, and aid, 
 
 Thou canst ev'ry care assuage ; 
 Then we shall not be afraid, 
 
 Though the world and Satan rage. 
 
 6 Thus each day for thee we'll spend, 
 
 While our callings we pursue ; 
 
 And the thoughts of such a Friend 
 
 Shall each night our joy renew. 
 
 7 Let thy light be ne'er withdrawn, 
 
 Golden days afford us long ! 
 Thus we pray at early dawn, 
 This shall be our ev'ning song. 
 
96 Zechariah. Book I. 
 
 LXXVII. A Brand plucked out of the Fire-. 
 Chap. iii. 1 — 5. 
 
 1 With Satan, my accuser, near, 
 
 My spirit trembled when I saw 
 The Lord in majesty appear, 
 And heard the language of his law. 
 
 2 In vain I wish'd and stroye to hide 
 
 The tatter'd filthy rags I wore ; 
 While my fierce foe insulting cry'd, 
 " See what you trusted in before !'' 
 
 3 Struck dumb, and left without a plea, 
 
 I heard my gracious Saviour say, 
 " Know, Satan, I this sinner free, 
 " I died to take his sins away. 
 
 4 " This is a brand which I, in love, 
 
 <e To save from wrath and sin design ! 
 " In vain thy accusations prove ; 
 
 " I answer all, and claim him mine.' , 
 
 5 At his rebuke the tempter fied ; 
 
 Then he remov'd my filthy dress ; 
 
 " Poor sinner, take this robe,*' he said, 
 
 " It is thy Saviour's righteousness. 
 
 6 " And see, a crown of life prepar'd ! 
 
 " That I might thus thy head adorn ; 
 " I thought no shame or suffering hard, 
 " But wore for thee a crown of thorn." 
 
 7 O how I heard these gracious words ! 
 
 They broke and heal'd my heart at once ; 
 Conbtr^in'd me to become the Lord's, 
 And all my idol -gods renounce. 
 
Hymn 78. Zechariah. 97 
 
 8 Now, Satan, thou hast lost thy aim, 
 
 Against this brand thy threats are vain ; 
 Jesus has pluck'd it from the flame. 
 And who shall put it in again ? 
 
 LXXVIII. On one Stone shall be seven Eyes, 
 Chap. iii. 9. 
 
 1 Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed, 
 
 Who his blood for sinners spilt, 
 Is the Stone by God appointed, 
 And the church is on him built : 
 He delivers all who trust him from their guilt* 
 
 2 Many eyes at once are fixed 
 
 On a person so divine ; 
 Love, with awful justice mixed, 
 In this great redemption shine : j 
 Mighty Jesus ! give me leave to call thee mine. 
 
 3 By the Father's eye approved, 
 
 Lo, a voice is heard from heav'n*; 
 " Sinners, this is my beloved, 
 " For your ransom freely given : 
 " All offences, for his sake, shall be forgiven. 5 * 
 
 4 Angels with their eyes pursu'd himf , 
 
 When he left his glorious throne ; 
 With astonishment they view'd him 
 
 Put the form of servant on : [known. 
 Angels worshipp'd him who was on earth un- 
 
 5 Satan and his host amazed, 
 
 Saw this stone in Zion laid ; 
 Jesus, though to death abased, 
 
 Bruis'd the subtle serpent's headj, 
 When, to save us, on the cross his blood he shed, 
 
 * Matth. iii. 17. t 1 Tim. iii. 16. \ John xii. 31. 
 I 
 
98 Zcchariah. Book h 
 
 6 When a guilty sinner sees him, 
 
 While he looks, his soul is heal'd ; 
 Soon this sight from anguish frees him, 
 And imparts a pardon seaPd* : 
 May this Saviour be to all our hearts reveaPd. 
 
 7 With desire and admiration, 
 
 All his blood-bought flock behold ; 
 Him who wrought out their salvation, 
 And enclos'd them in his foldf: 
 Yet their warmest love and praises are too cold. 
 
 8 By the eye of carnal reason 
 
 Many view him with disdain J; 
 How will they abide the season 
 
 When he'll come with all his train ? 
 To escape him then they '11 wish,but wish in vain* 
 
 9 How their hearts will melt and tremble 
 
 When they hear his awful voiced; 
 But his saints he'll then assemble, 
 As his portion and his choice, 
 And receive them to his everlasting joys. 
 
 LXXIX. C. Praise for the Fountain ojiened. 
 Chap. xiii. 1. 
 
 1 There is a fountain filPd with blood 
 
 Drawn from ImmanuePs veins ; 
 And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see . 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 
 And there have I, as vile as he, 
 
 Wash'd all my sins away. 
 
 * Jchniii. 15. t 1 Pet. ii. f. 
 
 \ Ps. cxviii. 22. § Rev. i. 7. 
 
Hymn SO. Malachi. $$ 
 
 3 Dear dying* Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its pow'r, 
 Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 Be sav'd to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song 
 
 I'll sing thy pow'r to save ; 
 When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd^ 
 
 (Unworthy though I be,) 
 Tor me a blood-bought free reward, 
 A golden harp for me ! 
 
 7 'Tis strung and tun'd, for endless years, 
 
 And form'd by pow'r divine ; 
 To sound in God the Father's ears 
 No other name but thine. 
 
 MALACHI. 
 
 !LXXX. They shall be mine, saith the Lord. 
 Chap. iii. 16 — 18. 
 
 1 When sinners utter boasting words, 
 
 And glory in their shame ; 
 The Lord, well pleas'd, an ear affords 
 To those who fear his name. 
 
 2 They often meet to seek his face, 
 
 And what they do, or say, 
 Is noted in his book of grace 
 Against another day. 
 
100 Matthew. Book I. 
 
 3 For they by faith a day descry, 
 
 And joyfully expect, 
 When he, descending from the sky, 
 His jewels will collect. 
 
 4 Unnotic'd now, because unknown, 
 
 A poor and suff'ring few ; 
 He comes to claim them for his own, 
 And bring them forth to view. 
 
 5 With transport then their Saviour's care 
 
 And favour they shall prove ; 
 As tender parents guard and spare 
 The children of their love. 
 
 6 Assembled worlds will then discern 
 
 The saints alone are blest ; 
 When wrath shall like an oven burn, 
 And vengeance strike the rest. 
 
 MATTHEW. 
 
 LXXXI. The Beggar. Chap, vii. 7, S, 
 
 X Encourag'd by thy word 
 
 Of promise to the poor, 
 Behold a beggar, Lord, 
 
 Writs at thy mercy's door ! 
 No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine.. 
 Can help or pity wants like mine. 
 
 2 The beggar's usual plea, 
 
 Relief from men to gain, 
 If offer'd unto thee, 
 
 I know thou wouldst disdain ; 
 And pleas which move thy gracious ear, 
 Are such as men would scorn to hear. 
 
Hymn SI. Matthew. 101 
 
 3 I have no right to say, 
 
 That though I now am poor, 
 Yet once there was a day 
 
 When I possessed more : 
 Thou know'st that from my very birth, 
 I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 
 
 4 Nor can I dare profess, 
 
 As beggars often do, 
 Though great is my distress, 
 My wants have been but few : 
 If thou shouldst leave my soul to starve., 
 It would be what I well deserve. 
 
 5 'Twere folly to pretend 
 
 I never begg'd before ; 
 Or if thou now befriend, 
 
 I'll trouble thee no more : 
 Thou often hast reliev'd my pain, 
 And often I must come again. 
 
 6 Though crumbs are much too good 
 
 For such a dog as I, 
 No less than children's food 
 My soul can satisfy ; 
 
 do not frown and bid me go, 
 
 1 must have all thou canst bestow, 
 
 7 Nor can I willing be 
 
 Thy bounty to conceal 
 From others who, like me, 
 Their wants and hunger feel ; 
 I'll, tell them of thy mercy's store, 
 And try to send a thousand more. 
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102 Matthew. Book I. 
 
 8 Thy thoughts, thou only wise ! 
 
 Our thoughts, and ways transcend, 
 Far as the arched skies 
 
 Above the earth extend*: 
 Such pleas as mine men would not bear, 
 But God receives a beggar's pray'r. 
 
 LXXXII. The Leper. Chap. viii. 2, 3. 
 
 1 Opt as the leper's case I read, 
 
 My own describ'd I feel ; 
 Sin is a leprosy indeed, 
 
 Which none but Christ can heah 
 
 2 A while I would have pass'd for well, 
 
 And strove my spots to hide ; 
 Till it broke out incurable, 
 Too plain to be deny'd. 
 
 3 Then from the saints I sought to flee, 
 
 And dreaded to be seen ; 
 I thought they all would point at me, 
 And cry, " Unclean, unclean !" 
 
 4 What anguish did my soul endure, 
 
 Till hope and patience ceas'd ! 
 The more I strove myself to cure, 
 The more the plague increas'd. 
 
 5 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw 
 
 The Saviour passing by ; 
 To him, though fill'd with shame and awe, 
 I rais'd my mournful cry. 
 
 * Isa. !v. 8, 9. 
 
Hymn 83. Matthew. 103 
 
 6 Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, 
 
 For thou canst all things do ; 
 O cleanse my leprous soul from guilt, 
 My filthy heart renew ! 
 
 7 He heard, and with a gracious look 
 
 Pronounc'd the healing word ; 
 " I will — be clean," and while he spoke 
 I felt my health restor'd. 
 
 8 Come, lepers, seize the present hour, 
 
 The Saviour's grace to prove ; 
 He can relieve, for he is pow'r, 
 He will, for he is love. 
 
 LXXXIII. A sick Soul. Chap. ix. 12. 
 
 1 Physician of my sin-sick soul, 
 
 To thee I bring my case ; 
 My raging malady control, 
 And heal me by thy grace. 
 
 2 Pity the anguish I endure, 
 
 See how I mourn and pine ; 
 For never can I hope a cure 
 From any hand but thine. 
 
 3 I would disclose my whole complaint. 
 
 But where shall I begin ? 
 JJo words of mine can fully paint 
 That worst distemper, sin. 
 
 4 It lies not in a single part, 
 
 But through my frame is spread ; 
 A burning fever in my heart, 
 A palsy in my head. 
 
104 Matthew. Book I, 
 
 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, 
 
 And impotent and lame ; 
 And overclouds, and fills my mind 
 With folly, fear and shame. 
 
 6 A thousand evil thoughts intrude 
 
 Tumultuous in my breast ; 
 Which indispose me for my food, 
 And rob me of my rest. 
 
 7 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry, 
 
 And set my spirit free : 
 Say, canst thou let a sinner die, 
 Who longs to live to thee ? 
 
 LXXXIV. Satan returning. Chap. xii. 43 — 4§. 
 
 1 When Jesus claims the sinner's heart, 
 Where Satan rul'd before ; 
 The evil spirit must depart, 
 And dares return no more. 
 
 '2 But when he goes without constraint, 
 And wanders from his home, 
 Although withdrawn, 'tis but a feint, 
 He means again to come. 
 
 3 Some outward change perhaps is seen, 
 
 If Satan quit the place ; 
 But though the house seem swept and clean. 
 'Tis destitute of grace. 
 
 4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign 
 
 Within the sinner's mind, 
 Satan, when he returns again, 
 Will easy entrance find. 
 
Hymn 85. Matthew. 105 
 
 5 With rage and malice sevenfold, 
 He then resumes his sway ; 
 No more by checks to be controll'd, 
 No more to go away. 
 
 % The sinner's former state was bad, 
 But worse the latter far ; 
 He lives possessed, blind, and mad, 
 And dies in dark despair. 
 
 7 Lord, save me from this dreadful end \ 
 And from this heart of mine, 
 O drive and keep away the fiend 
 Who fears no voice but thine. 
 
 LXXXV. C. The Sower. Chap, xiii, 3. 
 
 1 Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough 9 
 
 Break up your fallow ground ! 
 The sower is gone forth to sow, 
 And scatter blessings round, 
 
 2 The seed that finds a stony soil 
 
 Shoots forth a hasty blade ; 
 But ill repays the sower's toil, 
 
 Soon wither'd, scorch'd* and dead. 
 
 3 The thorny ground is sure to balk 
 
 All hopes of harvest there : 
 We find a tall and sickly stalk, 
 But not the fruitful ear. 
 
 4 The beaten path and highway side 
 
 Receive the trust in vain ; 
 The watchful birds the spoil divide, 
 And pick up all the grain. 
 
100 Matthew. Book I. 
 
 5 But where the Lord of grace and pow r 
 
 Has bless'd the happy field ; 
 How plenteous is the golden store 
 The deep-wrought furrows yield ! 
 
 6 Father of mercies, we have need 
 
 Of thy preparing grace ; 
 Let the same hand that gives the seed 
 Provide a fruitful place. 
 
 LXXXVI. The Wheat and Tares. Ch. xiii. 37 — £2. 
 
 1 Though in the outward church below 
 The wheat and tares together grow, 
 Jesus ere long will weed the crop, 
 And pluck the tares, in anger, up. 
 
 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, 
 To recollect their stations here ? 
 
 How much they heard, how much they knew, 
 How long amongst the wheat they grew ? 
 
 3 Oh ! this will aggravate their case ! 
 They perish'd under means of grace ; 
 To them the word of life and faith 
 Became an instrument of death. 
 
 4 We seem alike when thus we meet, 
 Strangers might think we all are wheat ; 
 But to the Lord's all- searching eves, 
 Each heart appears without disguise, 
 
 5 The tares are spar'd for various ends ; 
 Some for the sake of praying friends ; 
 Others, the Lord, against their will. 
 Employs his counsels to fulfil. 
 
Hymn 87. Matthew. 107 
 
 6 Sut though they grow so tall and strong, 
 His plan will not require them long ; 
 In harvest, when he saves his own, 
 The tares shall into hell be thrown. 
 
 LXXXVII. Peter %valking u/ion the Water- 
 Chap. x'iv. 28 — 31. 
 
 1 A word from Jesus calms the sea, 
 
 The stormy wind controls, 
 And gives repose and liberty 
 To tempest-tossed souls. 
 
 2 To Peter on the waves he came, 
 
 And gave him instant peace ; 
 Thus he to me reveal'd his name, 
 And bid my sorrows cease. 
 
 3 Then fhTdwith wonder, joy, and love, 
 
 Peter's request was mine ; 
 " Lord, call me down, I long to prove 
 " That I am wholly thine. 
 
 4 " Unmov'd at all I have to meet 
 
 " On life's tempestuous sea, 
 " Hard shall be easy, bitter sweet, 
 " So I may follow thee.'* 
 
 5 He heard and smil'd, and bid me try ; 
 
 I eagerly obey'd ; 
 But when from him I turn'd my eye, 
 Plow was my soul dismay'd I 
 
 6 The storm increas'd on ev'ry side, 
 
 I felt my spirit shrink : 
 And soon, with Peter, loud I cry'd, 
 " Lord, save me, or I sink," 
 
IOS JIattJiew. Book I. 
 
 7 Kindly he caught me by the hand, 
 
 And said, " Why dost tnou icar, 
 " Since thou art come at my command, 
 " And I am always near ? 
 
 8 " Upon my promise rest thy hope, 
 
 " And keep my love in view ; 
 " I stand engag'd to hold thee up, 
 " And guide thee safely through.*' 
 
 LXXXVIII. Woman of Canaan. Chap. xv. 22—28. 
 
 1 Pray'r an answer will obtain, 
 
 Though the Lord a while delay ; 
 None shall seek his face in v^in, 
 None be empty sent away. 
 
 2 When the woman came from Tyre. 
 
 And for help to Jesus sought ; 
 Though he granted her desire, 
 Yet at first he answer'd not. 
 
 3 Could she guess at his intent, 
 
 When he to his foil Vers said, 
 " I to Israel's sheep am sent, 
 " Dogs must not have children's bread." 
 
 4 She was not of Israel's seed, 
 
 But of Canaan's wretched race ; 
 Thought herself a dog indeed : 
 Was not this a hopeless case ? 
 
 5 Yet although from Canaan sprung, 
 
 Though a dog herself she styl'd, 
 She had Israel's faith and tongue, 
 And was ovvn'd for Abr'ham's child. 
 
Hymn 89. Matthew. 100 
 
 6 From his words she draws a plea : 
 
 " Though unworthy children's bread, 
 " 'Tis enough for one like me, 
 " If with crumbs I may be fed." 
 
 7 Jesus then his heart reveaTd : 
 
 " Woman, canst thou thus believe ? 
 " I to thy petition yield ; . 
 
 " All that thou canst wish, receive." 
 
 8 'Tis a pattern set for us, 
 
 How we ought to wait and pray ; 
 None who plead and wrestle thus 
 Shall be empty sent away. 
 
 LXXXIX. What think ye of Chirst ? Chap. xxii. 42. 
 
 1 What think you of Christ ? is the test, 
 
 To try both your state and your scheme ; 
 You cannot be right in the rest, 
 
 Unless you think rightly of him. 
 As Jesus appears in your view, 
 
 As he is beloved or not ; 
 So God is disposed to you, 
 
 And mercy or wrath are your lot. 
 
 2 Some take him a creature to be, 
 
 A man or an angel at most : 
 Sure these have not feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themselves wretched and lost. 
 So guilty, so helpless am I, 
 
 I durst not confide in his blood, 
 Nor on his protection rely, 
 
 Unless I were sure he is God. 
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110 Matl/iew. Book I. 
 
 3 Some call him Saviour, in word, 
 
 But mix their own works with his plan ; 
 And hope he his help will afford, 
 
 When they have done all that they can : 
 If doings prove rather too light, 
 
 (A little, they own, they may fail,) 
 They purpose to make up full weight, 
 
 By casting his name in the scale. 
 
 4 Some style him the pearl of great price, 
 
 And say he's the fountain of joys ; 
 Yet feed upon folly and vice, 
 
 And cleave to the world and its toys : 
 Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss, 
 
 And while they salute him, betray ; 
 Ah ! what will profession like this 
 
 Avail in his terrible day ? 
 
 5 If ask 'd, what of Jesus I think, 
 
 Tho* still my best thoughts are but poor, 
 I say, he's my meat and my drink, 
 
 My life, and my strength, and my store ; 
 My Shepherd, my Husband, my Friend, 
 
 My Saviour from sin and from thrall ; 
 My hope from beginning to end, 
 
 My portion, my Lord, and my All. 
 
 XC. The foolish Virgins*. Chap. xxv. 1, 
 
 1 When, descending from the sky, 
 The Bridegroom shall appear, 
 And the soiemn midnight cry 
 Shall caii professors near, 
 
 * B©ok iii. ^Hymw 72. 
 
Hymn 90. Matthew. IB 
 
 How the sound our hearts will damp ! 
 
 How will shame o'erspread each face ! 
 If we only have a lamp, 
 
 Without the oil of grace. 
 
 2 Foolish virgins then will wake, 
 
 And seek for a supply ; 
 But in vain the pains they take 
 
 To borrow or to buy : 
 Then with those they now despise, 
 
 Earnestly they'll wish to share ; 
 But the best among the wise 
 
 Will have no oil to spare. 
 
 3 Wise are they, and truly blest, 
 
 Who then shall ready be ! 
 But despair will seize the rest, 
 
 And dreadful misery : 
 Once, they'll cry, we scorn'd to doubt, 
 
 Though in lies our trust we riut ; 
 Now our lamp of hope is out, 
 
 The door of mercy shut, 
 
 4 If they then presume to plead, 
 
 " Lord, open to us now ; 
 " We on earth have heard and pray'd, 
 
 " And with thy saints did bow :" 
 He will answer from his throne, 
 
 " Though you with my people mix'd, 
 *' Yet to me you ne'er were known ; 
 
 " Depart, your doom is iix'd." 
 
 5 O that none who worship here 
 
 May hear that word, " Depart !" 
 Lord, impress a godly fear 
 On each professor's heart ; 
 
112 Matthew. Book I. 
 
 Help us, Lord, to search the camp, 
 Let us not ourselves beguile ! 
 
 Trusting to a dying lamp, 
 Without a stock of oil. 
 
 XCI. Peter sinning and repenting. Chap. xxvi. $9. 
 
 1 When Peter boasted, soon he fell, 
 
 Yet was by grace restor'd ; 
 His case should be regarded well 
 By all who fear the Lord. 
 
 2 A v oice it has, and helping hand, 
 
 Backsliders to recall ; 
 And cautions those who think they stand, 
 Lest suddenly they fall. 
 
 3 He said, " Whatever others do, 
 
 " With Jesus I'll abide;" 
 Yet soon amidst a murd'rous crew 
 His suff'ring Lord deny'd. 
 
 4 He who had been so bold before, 
 
 Now trembled like a leaf ; 
 Not only lied, but curs'd and swore, 
 To gain the more belief. 
 
 5 While he blasphem'd, he heard the cock, 
 
 And Jesus look'd in love ; 
 At once, as if by lightning struck, • 
 His tongue forbore to move. 
 
 6 Deliver'd thus from Satan's snare, 
 
 He starts, as from a sleep ; 
 His Saviour's look he could not bear, 
 But hasted forth to weep. 
 
Hymn 92. Mark, 113 
 
 7 But sure the faithful cock had crow'd 
 A hundred times in vain, 
 Had not the Lord that look bestowM, 
 The meaning to explain. 
 
 8-As I, like Peter, vows have made, 
 Yet acted Peter's part ; 
 So conscience, like the cock, upbraids 
 My base, ungrateful heart. 
 
 9 Lord Jesus, hear a sinner's cry, 
 My broken peace renew ; 
 And grant one pitying look, that I 
 May weep with Peter too. 
 
 MARK. 
 
 XCII. The Legion dispossessed. Chap. v. IS, 19. 
 
 1 Legion was my name by nature, 
 
 Satan rag'd within my breast ; 
 Never misery was greater, 
 
 Never sinner more possess'd : 
 Mischievous to all around me, 
 
 To myself the greatest foe ; 
 Thus I was when Jesus found me, 
 
 Fill'd with madness, sin, and wo, 
 
 2 Yet in this forlorn condition, 
 
 When he came to set me free, 
 I reply 'd to my Physician, 
 
 " What have I to do with thee ?" 
 But he would not be prevented, 
 
 Rescu'd me against my will ; 
 Had he staid till I consented, 
 
 I had been a captive stilh 
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114 Mark. Book I. 
 
 3 " Satan, though thou fain wouldst have it, 
 
 " Know, this soul is none of thine ; 
 " I have shed my blood to save it, 
 
 " Now I challenge it for mine* : 
 " Though it long has thee resembled, 
 
 " Henceforth it shall me obey :" 
 Thus he spoke, while Satan trembled, 
 
 Gnash'd his teeth, and fled away. 
 
 4 Thus my frantic soul he healed, 
 
 Bid my sins and sorrows cease ; 
 " Take," said he, " my pardon sealed, 
 
 " I have sav'd thee, go in peace." 
 Rather take me, Lord, to heaven, 
 
 Now thy love and grace I know ; 
 Since thou hast my sins forgiven, 
 
 Why should I remain below ? 
 
 5 " Love," he said, " will sweeten labours, 
 
 " Thou hast something yet to do ; 
 " Go and tell your friends and neighbours 
 
 " What my love has done for you : 
 " Live to manifest my glory, 
 
 '' Wait for heaven a little space ; 
 " Sinners, when they hear thy story, 
 
 " Will repent, and seek my face." 
 
 XCIII. The Ruler's Daughter raised. 
 Chap. v. 39 — 42. 
 
 1 Could the creatures help or ease us, 
 Seldom should we think of pray'r ; 
 Few, if any, come to Jesus, 
 Till reduc'd to self-despair : 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 54. 
 
Hymn 93. Mark. 115 
 
 Long we either slight or doubt him ; 
 
 But when all the means we try 
 Prove we cannot do without him, 
 
 Then at last to him we cry. 
 
 2 Thus the ruler when his daughter 
 
 Suffer'd much, though Christ was nigh, 
 Still deferr'd it, till he thought her 
 
 At the very point to die : 
 Though he mourn 'd for her condition,. 
 
 He did not entreat the Lord, 
 Till he found that no physician 
 
 But himself could help afford. 
 
 3 Jesus did not once upbraid him, 
 
 That he had no sooner come ; 
 But a gracious answer made him, 
 
 And went straightway with him home : 
 Yet his faith was put to trial 
 
 When his servants came, and said, 
 " Though he gave thee no denial, 
 
 " 'Tis too late, the child is dead.'' 
 
 4 Jesus, to prevent his grieving, 
 
 Kindly spoke and eas'd his pain ; 
 " Be not fearful, but believing, 
 
 " Thou shalt see her live again." 
 When he found the people weeping, 
 
 " Cease/' he said, " no longer mourn ; 
 " For she is not dead, but sleeping-," 
 
 Then they laughed him to scorn. 
 
 5 O thou meek and lowly Saviour, 
 
 How determin'd is thy love ! 
 Not this rude, unkind behaviour, 
 Could thy gracious purpose move : 
 
116 Mark. Book I. 
 
 Soon as he the room had entered, 
 Spoke, and took her by the hand ; 
 
 Death at once his prey surrender'd, 
 And she liv'd at his command. 
 
 6 Fear not then, distress'd believer, 
 
 Venture on his mighty name ; 
 He is able to deliver, 
 
 And his love is still the same ; 
 Can his pity or his power 
 
 Suffer thee to pray in vain ; 
 Wait but his appointed hour, 
 
 And thy suit thou shalt obtain. 
 
 XCIV. But one Loaf * . Chap. viii. 14- 
 
 1 When the disciples cross'd the lake 
 
 With but one loaf on board, 
 How strangely did their hearts mistake 
 The caution of their Lord. 
 
 2 " The leaven of the Pharisees 
 
 " Beware," the Saviour said; 
 The) r thought, it is because he sees 
 We have forgotten bread. 
 
 3 It seems they had forgotten too 
 
 What their own eyes had view'd ; 
 How with what scarce suffic'd for few, 
 He fed a multitude. 
 
 4 If Jive small loaves, by his command, 
 
 Could many thousands serve ; 
 Might they not trust his gracious hand, 
 That they should never starve ? 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 57. 
 
Hymn 95. Mark. 117 
 
 5 They oft his pow'r and love had known. 
 
 And doubtless were to blame ; 
 But we have reason good to own 
 That we are just the same. 
 
 6 How often has he brought relief, 
 
 And ev'ry want supply 'd ! 
 Yet soon, again, our unbelief 
 
 Says, " Can the Lord provide ?'* 
 
 7 Be thankful for one loaf to-day, 
 
 Though that be all your store ; 
 To-morrow, if you trust and pray, 
 Shall timely bring you more. 
 
 XCV. Bartimeus. Chap. s. 47, 4$. 
 
 " Mercy, O thou Son of David !" 
 
 Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd ; 
 " Others by thy word are saved 
 
 " Now to me afford thine aid." 
 Many for his crying chid him, 
 
 But he calPd the louder still ; 
 Till the gracious Saviour bid him 
 
 " Come, and ask me what you will." 
 
 Money was not what he wanted, 
 
 Though by begging us'd to live ; 
 But he ask 'd, and Jesus granted, 
 
 Alms which none but he could give : 
 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness, 
 
 " Let my eyes behold the day ;" 
 Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, 
 
 Follow'd Jesus in the way. 
 
118 Mark. Book L 
 
 3 Oh ! methinks I hear him praising, 
 
 Publishing to all around, 
 " Friends, is not my case amazing ? 
 
 " What a Saviour I have found ! 
 a Oh ! that all the blind but knew him, 
 
 " And would be advis'd by me ! 
 Ce Surely, would they hasten to him, 
 
 " He would cause them all to see." 
 
 XCVI. C. The House of Prayer. Chap. xi. 17. 
 
 1 Thy mansion is the Christian's heart, 
 
 Lord, thy dwelling-place secure ! 
 Bid the unruly throng depart, 
 
 And leave the consecrated door. 
 
 2 Devoted as it is to thee, 
 
 A thievish swarm frequents the place ; 
 They steal away my joys from me, 
 And rob my Saviour of his praise. 
 
 3 There too a sharp designing trade 
 
 Sin, Satan and the world maintain ; 
 Nor cease to press me, and persuade, 
 To part with ease and purchase pain. 
 
 4 I know them, and I hate their din, 
 
 Am weary of the bustling crowd ; 
 But while their voice is heard within, 
 
 1 cannot serve thee as I would. 
 
 5 Oh ! for the joy thy presence gives, 
 
 What peace shall reign when thou art here ! 
 Thy presence makes this den of thieves 
 A calm, delightful house of pray V« 
 
Hymn 97. Mark. 119 
 
 6 And if thou make thy temple shine, 
 Yet, self-abas'd, will I adore ; 
 The gold and silver are not mine, 
 I give thee what was thine before. 
 
 XCVIL The blasted Fig-tree. Chap. xi. 20. 
 
 1 One awful word which Jesus spoke 
 
 Against the tree which bore no fruit, 
 More piercing than the lightning's stroke 9 
 Blasted and dry'd it to the root. 
 
 2 But could a tree the Lord offend, 
 
 To make him show his anger thus ? 
 He surely had a further end, 
 To be a warning word to us. 
 
 3 The fig-tree by its leaves was known ; 
 
 But having not a fig to show. 
 It brought a heavy sentence down, 
 " Let none hereafter on thee grow.'* 
 
 4 Too many, who the gospel hear, 
 
 Whom Satan blinds and sin deceives, 
 We to this fig-tree may compare, 
 They yield no fruit, but only leaves. 
 
 5 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk, 
 
 Unless combin'd with faith and love, 
 And witness'd by a Gospel-walk, 
 Will not a true profession prove. 
 
 6 Without the fruit the Lord expects, 
 
 Knowledge will make our state the worse : 
 The barren trees he still rejects, 
 
 And soon wiii blast them with his curse. 
 
120 Luke, Book I. 
 
 7 O Lord, unite our hearts in pray'r ! 
 On each of us thy spirit send, 
 That we the fruits of grace may bear, 
 And find acceptance in the end. 
 
 LUKE. 
 
 XCVIII. The two Debtors. Chap. vii. 47. 
 
 1 On c e a woman silent stood 
 
 While Jesus sat at meat ; 
 From her eyes she pour'd a flood, 
 
 To wash his sacred feet : 
 Shame and wonder, joy and love, 
 
 All at once possess'd her mind, 
 That she e'er so vile could prove, 
 
 Yet now forgiveness find. 
 
 \ " How came this vile woman here ? 
 
 "y Will Jesus notice such ? 
 " Sure, if he a prophet were, 
 
 " He would disdain her touch !" 
 Simon thus with scornful heart, 
 
 Slighted one whom Jesus lov'd ; 
 But her Saviour took her part, 
 
 And thus his pride reprov'd : 
 
 it " If two men in debt were bound, 
 
 " One less, the other more, 
 " Fifty, or five hundred pound, 
 
 " And both alike were poor ; 
 " Should the lender both forgive, 
 
 " When he saw them both distress'd, 
 " Which of them would you believe 
 
 " Engaged to love him best ?" 
 
Hymn 99. Luke. 121 
 
 4 " Surely he who most did owe," . 
 
 The Pharisee reply 'd : 
 Then our Lord, " By judging so, 
 
 " Thou dost for her decide. 
 " Simon, if like her you knew 
 
 " How much you forgiveness need ; 
 " You like her had acted too, 
 
 " And welcom'd me indeed. 
 
 5 " When the load of sin is felt, 
 
 " And much forgiveness known, 
 " Then the heart of course will melt, 
 
 " Though hard before as stone : 
 " Blame not then her love and tears, 
 
 " Greatly she in debt has been ; 
 46 But I have remov'd her fears, 
 
 " And pardon'd all her sin.'' 
 
 6 When I read this woman's case, 
 
 Her love and humble zeal, 
 I confess, with shame of face, 
 
 My heart is made of steel : 
 Much has been forgiv'n to me, 
 
 Jesus paid my heavy score ; 
 What a creature must I be, 
 
 That I can love no more ! 
 
 XCIX. The good Samaritan. Chap. x. 33 — 35. 
 
 1 How kind the good Samaritan 
 
 To him who fell among the thieves ! 
 Thus Jesus pities fallen man, 
 
 And heals the wounds the soul receives. 
 
 2 Oh ! I remember well the day, 
 
 When sorely wounded, nearly slain, 
 Like that poor man I bleeding lay, 
 
 And groan'd for help, but groan 'd in vain. 
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122 Luke. Book I. 
 
 3 Men saw me in this helpless case, 
 
 And pass'd without compassion by ; 
 Each neighbour turn'd away his face, 
 Unmoved by my mournful cry. 
 
 4 But he whose name had been my scorn, 
 
 (As Jews Samaritans despise,) 
 Came, when he saw me thus forlorn, 
 With love and pity in his eyes. 
 
 5 Gently he rais'd me from the ground, 
 
 Press'd me to lean upon his arm, 
 And into ev'ry gaping wound 
 
 He pour'd his own all-healing balm. 
 
 6 Unto his church my steps he led, 
 
 The house prepar'd for sinners lost, 
 Gave charge I should be cloth'd and fed, 
 And took upon him all the cost. 
 
 7 Thus sav'd from death, from want secur'd, 
 
 I wait till he again shall come, 
 (When I shall be completely cur'd,) 
 And take me to his heav'nly home. 
 
 £ There, through eternal, boundless days, 
 When nature's wheel no longer rolls, 
 How shall I love, adore, and praise, 
 This good Samaritan to souls I 
 
 C. Martha and Alary. Chap. 38 — 42. 
 
 1 Martha her love and joy express'd 
 By care to entertain her guest ; 
 While Mary sat to hear her Lord, 
 And could not bear to lose a word. 
 
Hymn 101. Luke. l53 
 
 2 The principle, in both the same, 
 Produc'd in each a diff 'rent aim ; 
 The one to feast the Lord was led, 
 The other waited to be fed. 
 
 3 But Mary chose the better part, 
 
 Her Saviour's words refresh'd her heart ; 
 While busy Martha angry grew, 
 And lost her time and temper too. 
 
 4 With warmth she to her sister spoke, 
 But brought upon herself rebuke : 
 
 " One thing is needful, and but one, 
 " Why do thy thoughts on many run V 3 
 
 5 How oft are we like Martha vex'd, 
 Encumber'd, hurried, and perplex'd? 
 While trifles so engross our thought, 
 The one thing needful is forgot, 
 
 6 Lord, teach us this one thing to choose, 
 Which they who gain can never lose ; 
 Sufficient in itself alone, 
 
 And needful, were the world our own. 
 
 7 Let grov'iling hearts the world admire. 
 Thy love is all that I require ! 
 Gladly I may the rest resign, 
 
 If the one needful thing be mine ! 
 
 CI. The Heart taken. 
 
 1 The castle of the human heart, 
 Strong in its native sin, 
 Is guarded well in every part, 
 By him who dwells within. 
 
124 Luke. Book 1. 
 
 2 For Satan there in arms resides, 
 
 And calls the place his own ; 
 With care against assaults provides, 
 And rules as on a throne. 
 
 3 Each traitor thought on him as chief, 
 
 In blind obedience waits ; 
 And pride, self-will, and unbelief, 
 Are posted at the gates. 
 
 4 Thus Satan for a season reigns, 
 
 And keeps his goods in peace ; 
 The soul is pleas 'd to wear his chains, 
 Nor wishes a release. 
 
 5 But Jesus, stronger far than he, 
 
 In his appointed hour, 
 Appears to set his people free 
 From the usurper's pow'r. 
 
 6 " This heart I bought with blood/' he says', 
 
 " And now it shall be mine ;" 
 His voice the strong one arm'd dismays, 
 He knows he must resign. 
 
 7 In spite of unbelief and pride, 
 
 And self, and Satan's art, 
 The gates of brass fly open wide, 
 And Jesus wins the heart. 
 
 8 The rebel soul that once withstood' 
 
 The Saviour's kindest call, 
 Rejoices now, by grace subdu'd, 
 To serve him with her all. 
 
Hymn 102. Luke. 125 
 
 CII. The Worldling: Chap. xii. 16— 21. 
 
 1 " My barns are full, my stores increase, 
 
 " And now for many years, 
 " Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, 
 " Secure from wants and fears. " 
 
 2 Thus while a worldling boasted once, 
 
 As many now presume, 
 He heard the Lord himself pronounce 
 His sudden, awful doom. 
 
 3 " This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass 
 
 " Into a world unknown : 
 " And who shall then the stores possess 
 " Which thou hast call'd thine own." 
 
 3 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme 
 For happiness below ; 
 Till death disturbs the pleasing dream, 
 And they awake to wo. 
 
 5 Ah ! who can speak the vast dismay 
 
 That fills the sinner's mind, 
 When, torn by death's strong hand away, 
 He leaves his all behind. 
 
 6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things, 
 
 But are not rich to God ; 
 Their dying hour is full of stings, 
 And hell their 'dark abode, 
 
 7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise, 
 
 Thy Gospel to attend, 
 That we may live above the skies, 
 When this poor life shall end. 
 
 L 2 
 
136 Luke. Book I. 
 
 CIII. The Barren Fig-tree. Chap. xiii. 6 — 9. 
 
 1 The church a garden is 
 
 In which believers stand, 
 Like ornamental trees 
 
 Planted by God's own hand : 
 His Spirit waters all the roots, 
 And every branch abounds with fruits. 
 
 2 But other trees there are 
 
 In this enclosure grow, 
 Which, though they promise fair, 
 
 Have only leaves to show : 
 No fruits of grace are on them found, 
 They stand but cumb'rers of the ground. 
 
 3 The under gard'ner grieves, 
 
 In vain his strength he spends, 
 For heaps of useless leaves 
 
 Afford him small amends : 
 He hears the Lord his will make known, 
 To cut the barren fig-trees down. 
 
 4 How difficult his post, 
 
 What pangs his bowels move, 
 To find his wishes crost, 
 
 His labours useless prove ! 
 His last relief, his earnest pray'r, 
 " Lord, spare them yet another year : 
 
 5 " Spare them, and let me try 
 
 " What further means may do ; 
 " I'll fresh manure apply, 
 
 " My digging I'll renew : 
 " Who knows but yet they fruit may yield I 
 " If not — 'tis just, they must be felPd." 
 
Hymn 104. Luke. 127 
 
 6 If under means of grace 
 
 No gracious fruits appear, 
 It is a dreadful case ; 
 
 Though God may long forbear, 
 At length he'll strike the threat'ned blow*, 
 And lay the barren fig-tree low. 
 
 CIV. The Prodigal Son. Chap. xv. 11—24, 
 
 1 Afflictions, though they seem severe, 
 
 In mercy oft are sent ; 
 They stopp'd the prodigal's career, 
 And fore'd him to repent. 
 
 2 Although he no relentings felt, 
 
 Till he had spent his store ; 
 His stubborn heart began to melt 
 When famine pinch'd him sore. 
 
 3 " What have I gain'd by sin," he said, 
 
 " But hunger, shame, and fear ; 
 " My father's house abounds with bread? 
 " While I am starving here. 
 
 4 " I'll go and tell him all I've done, 
 
 " And fall before his face ; 
 " Unworthy to be call'd his son 
 " I'll seek a servant's place." 
 
 5 His father saw him coming back, 
 
 He saw, and ran, and smil'd ; 
 And threw his arms around the neck 
 Of his rebellious child. 
 
 £ " Father, I've sinn'd — but, Oh forgive I" 
 " I've heard enough," he said ; 
 " Rejoice my house, my son's alive, 
 " For whom I mourn'd as dead. 
 
 * Book II. Hymn 26. 
 
128 Luke. Book L 
 
 7 " Now let the fatted calf be slain, 
 
 " And spread the news around ; 
 
 " My son was dead, but lives again, 
 
 " Was lost, but now is found." 
 
 8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, 
 
 To call poor sinners home ; 
 More than a father's love he feels, 
 And welcomes all that come. 
 
 CV. The Rich Man and Lazarus. Ch. xvi. 19 — 25. 
 
 1 A Wo rldling spent each day 
 
 In luxury and state ; 
 While a believer lay, 
 
 A beggar at his gate : 
 Think not the Lord's appointment strange ; 
 Death made a great and lasting change. 
 
 2 Death brought the saint release 
 
 From want, disease, and scorn ; 
 And to the land of peace, 
 
 His soul by angels borne, 
 In Abr'ham's bosom safely plac'd, 
 Enjoys an everlasting feast. 
 
 3 The rich man also dy'd, 
 
 And in a moment fell 
 From all his pomp and pride 
 
 Into the flames of hell : 
 The beggar's bliss from far beheld, 
 His soul with double anguish fili'd. 
 
 4 " O Abr'ham send," he cries, 
 
 (But his request was vain,) '«. 
 " The beggar from the skies 
 
 " To mitigate my pain ! 
 " One drop of water I entreat, 
 " To sooth my tongue's tormenting heat. ? 
 
Hymn 106. Luke. 129 
 
 5 Let all who worldly pelf 
 
 And worldly spirits have, 
 Observe, each for himself, 
 
 The answer Abr'ham gave ; 
 " Remember thou wast fill'd with good, 
 " While the poor beggar pin'd for food. 
 
 6 " Neglected at thy door, 
 
 " With tears he begg'd his bread ; 
 " But now he weeps no more, 
 
 " His griefs and pains are fled : 
 " His joys eternally will flow, 
 " While thine expire in endless wo. " 
 
 7 Lord, make us truly wise, 
 
 To choose thy people's lot, 
 And earthly joys despise, 
 
 Which soon will be forgot : 
 The greatest evil we can fear, 
 Is to possess our portion here ! 
 
 CVI. The Imfiortunate Widow*. Ch. xviii. 1 — >7, 
 
 1 Our Lord, who knows full well 
 
 The heart of ev'ry saint, 
 Invites us by a parable, 
 To pray and never faint. 
 
 2 He bows his gracious ear, 
 
 We never plead in vain ; 
 Yet we must wait till he appear, 
 And pray, and pray again. 
 
 3 Though unbelief suggest, 
 
 Why should we longer wait ? 
 He bids us never give him rest, 
 But be importunate. 
 
 * Book II. Hymn 60, 
 
130 Luke. Book I. 
 
 4 'T was thus a widow poor, 
 
 Without support or friend, 
 Beset the unjust judge's door, 
 And gain'd, at last, her end. 
 
 5 For her he little car'd, 
 
 As little for the laws ; 
 Nor God, nor man, did he regard ; 
 Yet he espous'd her cause. 
 
 6 She urg'd him day and night, 
 
 Would no denial take ; 
 At length he said, " I'll do her right, 
 " For my own quiet's sake." 
 
 7 And shall not Jesus hear 
 
 His chosen when they cry ? 
 Yes, though he may a while forbear, 
 He'll help them from on high. 
 
 8 His nature, truth, and love, 
 
 Engage him on their side ; 
 When they are griev'd, his bowels move, 
 And can they be deny'd? 
 
 9 Then let us earnest be, 
 
 And never faint in pray'r ; 
 He loves our importunity, 
 
 And makes our cause his care. 
 
 CVII. Zaccheus. Chap, xix, 1 — 6. 
 
 1 Zaccheus climb 'd the tree, 
 
 And thought himself unknown : 
 But how surprised was he 
 
 When Jesus call'd him down! 
 The Lord beheld him, though conceaPd, 
 And by a word his pow'r reveaTd. 
 
Hymn 107. Luke. 131 
 
 2 Wonder and joy at once 
 
 Were painted in his face ; 
 " Does he my name pronounce, 
 " And does he know my case ? 
 " Will Jesus deign with me to dine ? 
 " Lord, I, with all I have, am thine." 
 
 3 Thus where the Gospel's preach'd, 
 
 And sinners come to hear, 
 The hearts of some are reach'd 
 
 Before they are aware : 
 The word directly speaks to them, 
 And seems to point them out by name. 
 
 4 'Tis curiosity 
 
 Oft brings them in the way, 
 Only the man to see, 
 
 And hear what he can say ; 
 But how the sinner starts to find 
 The preacher knows his inmost mind ! 
 
 5 His long-forgotten faults 
 
 Are brought again in view, 
 And all his secret thoughts 
 
 Reveal'd in public too : 
 Though compass'd with a crowd about, 
 The searching word has found him out. 
 
 6 While thus distressing pain 
 
 And sorrow fills his heart, 
 He hears a voice again 
 
 That bids his fears depart : 
 Then, like Zaccheus,- he is blest, 
 And Jesus deigns to be his guest. 
 
132 Luke. Book I. 
 
 CVIII. The Believer's Danger, Safety, and Duty. 
 Chap. xxii. 31, 32. 
 
 1 " Simon, beware!" the Saviour said, 
 
 " Satan, your subtle foe, 
 " Already has his measures laid 
 " Your soul to overthrow. 
 
 2 " He wants to sift you all as wheat, 
 
 " And thinks his vict'ry sure ; 
 " But I his malice will defeat, 
 " My pray'r shall faith secure/ ' 
 
 3 Believers, tremble and rejoice, 
 
 Your help and danger view ; 
 
 This warning has to you a voice, 
 
 This promise speaks to you. 
 
 4 Satan beholds with jealous eye, 
 
 Your privilege and joy ; 
 He's always watchful, always nigh, 
 To tear and to destroy. 
 
 5 But Jesus lives to intercede, 
 
 That faith may still prevail ; 
 He will support in time of need, 
 And Satan's arts shall fail. 
 
 6 Yet let us not the warning slight, 
 
 But watchful still be found ; 
 Though faith cannot be slain in fight, 
 It may receive a wound. 
 
 7 While Satan watches, dare we sleep ? 
 
 We must our guard maintain ; 
 But, Lord, do thou the city keep, 
 Or else we watch in vain*. 
 
 * Psalm cxxvii. 1. 
 
Hymn 109. Luke, 133 
 
 CIX. Father, f or gi-ve them. Chap, xxiii. 34. 
 
 1 " Father, forgive," the Saviour said, 
 
 " They know not what they do ;" 
 His heart was mov'd when thus he pray'd 
 For me, my friends, and you. 
 
 2 He saw that as the Jews abus'd 
 
 And crucify'd his flesh ; 
 So he, by us, would be refus'd, 
 And crucify'd afresh. 
 
 3 Through love of sin, we long were prone 
 
 To act as Satan bid ; 
 But now with grief and shame we own, 
 We knew not what we did. 
 
 4 We knew not the desert of sin, 
 
 Nor whom we thus defy'd ; 
 Nor where our guilty souls had been, 
 If Jesus had not dy'd. 
 
 5 We knew not what a law we broke, 
 
 How holy, just, and pure ! 
 Nor what a God we durst provoke, 
 But thought ourselves secure. 
 
 6 But Jesus all our guilt foresaw, 
 
 And shed his precious blood 9 
 To satisfy the holy law, 
 
 And make our peace with God. 
 
 7 My sin, dear Saviour, made thee bleed, 
 
 Yet didst thou pray for me ! 
 I knew not what I did, indeed, 
 When ignorant of thee. 
 
 M 
 
134 Info. Book ft 
 
 CX. The Two Malefactors. Chap, xxiii. 39—43. 
 
 1 Sovereign grace has pow'r alone 
 To subdue a heart of stone ; 
 
 And the moment grace is felt, 
 Then the hardest heart will melt, 
 
 2 When the Lord was crucify 'd, 
 Two transgressors with him dy'd; 
 One, with vile blaspheming tongue, 
 Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung. 
 
 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, 
 In the very jaws of death ; 
 Perish'd, as too many do, 
 With the Saviour in his view. 
 
 4 But the other, touch'd with grace, 
 Saw the danger of his case ; 
 Faith receiv'd to own the Lord, 
 Whom the scribes and priests abhorr'd. 
 
 5 " Lord/' he pray 'd, " remember me, 
 " When in glory thou shalt be :" — 
 
 " Soon with me," the Lord replies, 
 " Thou shalt rest in paradise." 
 
 6 This was wondrous grace indeed, 
 Grace vouchsaf 'd in time of need !, 
 Sinners, trust in Jesu's name, 
 You shall find him still the same. 
 
 7 But beware of unbelief, 
 Think upon the hardened thief; 
 If the Gospel you disdain, 
 Christ ; to you, will die in vain. 
 
Hymn 111. John. 135 
 
 JOHN, 
 
 CXI. The Woman of Samaria. Chap. iv. 28. 
 
 1 Jesus, to what didst thou submit 
 
 To save thy dear-bought flock from hell ! 
 Like a poor traveller, see him sit, 
 A thirst and weary by the well. 
 
 2 The woman who for water came, 
 
 (What great events on small depend,) 
 Then learnt the glory of his name, 
 The well of life, the sinner's friend ! 
 
 3 Taught from her birth to hate the Jews, 
 
 And fill'd with party pride, at first 
 Her zeal induc'd her to refuse 
 
 Water to quench the Saviour's thirst. 
 
 4 But soon she knew the gift of God ; 
 
 And Jesus, whom she scorn'd before, 
 Unask'd, that drink on her bestow 'd, 
 Which whoso tastes shall thirst no more, 
 
 5 His words her prejudice remov'd, 
 
 Her sin she felt, relief she found ; 
 She saw and heard, belie v'd and lov'd, 
 And ran to tell her neighbours round % 
 
 6 O come, this wondrous man behold ! 
 
 The promis'd Saviour ! this is he, 
 Whom ancient prophecies foretold, 
 Born, from our guilt to set us free. 
 
136 John. Book I. 
 
 7 Like her, in ignorance content, 
 
 I worshipp'd long I knew not what ; 
 Like her, on other things intent, 
 
 I found him when I sought him not. 
 
 8 He told me all that e'er I did, 
 
 And told me all was pardon'd too ; 
 And now, like her, as he has bid, 
 I live to point him out to you. 
 
 CXII. The PcolofBethesda*. Chap. v. 3-*4. 
 
 1 Beside the Gospel pool 
 
 Appointed for the poor, 
 From year to year my helpless soul 
 Has waited for a cure. 
 
 2 How often have I seen 
 
 The healing waters move ; 
 And others, round me, stepping in,, 
 Their efficacy prove ? 
 
 3 But my complaints remain ; 
 
 I feel the very same ; 
 As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, 
 As when at first I came. 
 
 4 Oh would the Lord appear 
 
 My malady to heal ! 
 Pie knows how long I've languished here, 
 And what distress I feel. 
 
 5 How often have I thought 
 
 Why should I longer lie ? 
 Surely the mercy I have sought 
 Is not for such as I. 
 
 * Book III. Hymn 7. 
 
Hymn 113. John. 137 
 
 6 But whither can I go ? 
 
 There is no other pool 
 Where streams of sov 'reign virtue flow 
 To make a sinner whole. 
 
 7 Here then, from day to day, 
 
 I'll wait, and hope, and try ; 
 Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, 
 Yet suffer him to die ? 
 
 8 No : he is full of grace ; 
 
 He never will permit 
 A soul that fain would see his face, 
 To perish at his feet. 
 
 CXIII. Another. f 
 
 1 Here at.Bethesda's pool, the poor, 
 
 The wither'd, halt, and blind, 
 With waiting hearts expect a cure, 
 And free admittance find. 
 
 2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow, 
 
 To heal a sin- sick soul ; 
 To wash the filthy white as snow, 
 And make the wounded whole. 
 
 3 The dumb break forth in songs of praise., 
 
 The blind their sight receive ; 
 The cripple runs in wisdom's ways, 
 The dead revive arid live ! 
 
 4 Restrain'd to no one case, or time, 
 
 These waters always move ; 
 Sinners in every age and clime 
 Their vital influence prove. 
 M 2 
 
138 John. Book I. 
 
 5 Yet numbers daily near them lie, 
 
 Who meet with no relief; 
 With life in view they pine and die 
 In hopeless unbelief. 
 
 6 'Tis strange they should refuse to bathe, 
 
 And yet frequent the pool ; 
 But none can even wish for faith, 
 While love of sin bears rule. 
 
 7 Satan their consciences has seal'd, 
 
 And stupify'd their thought ; 
 For were they willing to be heal'd, 
 The cure would soon be wrought. 
 
 8 Do thou, dear Saviour, interpose, 
 
 Their stubborn wills constrain ; 
 Or else to them the water flows, 
 And grace is preach'd, in vain. 
 
 CXIV. The Dhcijiles at Sea*. Chap. vi. 16—21, 
 
 1 Co n strain' d by their Lord to embark, 
 
 And venture, without him, to sea ; 
 The season tempestuous and dark, 
 
 How griev'd the disciples must be ! 
 But though he remain'd on the shore, 
 
 He spent the night for them in prayer ; 
 They still were as safe as before, 
 
 And equally under his care. 
 
 2 They strove, though in vain, for a while, 
 
 The force of the waves to withstand ; 
 But when they were weary'd with toil, 
 They saw their dear Saviour at hand : 
 
 * Book II. Hymn 87\ 
 
Hymn 1U. John. 139 
 
 They gladly receiv'd him on board, 
 His presence their spirits reviv'd, 
 
 The sea became calm at his word, 
 And soon at their port they arriv'd. 
 
 3 We, like the disciples, are toss'd 
 
 By storms on a perilous deep ; 
 But cannot be possibly lost, 
 
 For Jesus has charge of the ship : 
 Though billows and winds are enrag'd, 
 
 And threaten to make us their sporty 
 This pilot his word has engag'd 
 
 To bring us, in safety, to port. 
 
 4 If sometimes we struggle alone, 
 
 And he is withdrawn from our view ; 
 It makes us more willing to own 
 
 We nothing without him can do : 
 Then Satan our hopes would assail, 
 
 But Jesus is still within call ; 
 And when our poor efforts quite fail, 
 
 He comes in good time and does all. 
 
 5 Yet, Lord, we are ready to shrink, 
 
 Unless we thy presence perceive ; 
 O save us, (we cry,) or we sink, 
 
 We would, but we cannot believe : 
 The night has been long and severe, 
 
 The winds and the seas are still high, 
 Dear Saviour, this moment appear, 
 
 And say to our souls, " It is I*." 
 
 * Book III. Hymn 18. 
 
140 John. Book I. 
 
 CXV. Will ye also go away ? Chap. vi. 67 — 69. 
 
 1 Wh e n any turn from Zion's way, 
 
 (Alas ! what numbers do !) 
 Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 
 " Wilt thou forsake me too ?" 
 
 2 Ah, Lord ! with such a heart as mine, 
 
 Unless thou hold me fast, 
 I feel I must, I shall decline, 
 And prove like them at last. 
 
 5 Yet thou alone hast pow'r, I know, 
 To save a wretch like me ; 
 To whom, or whither, could I go, 
 If I should turn from thee ? 
 
 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd, 
 
 Thou art the Christ of God, 
 Who hast eternal life secur'd 
 By promise and by blood. 
 
 5 The help of men and angels join'd, 
 
 Could never reach my case ; 
 Nor can I hope relief to find, 
 But in thy boundless grace. 
 
 6 No voice but thine can give me rest, 
 
 And bid my fears depart ; 
 No love but thine can make me bless'd, 
 And satisfy my heart. 
 
 7 What anguish has that question stirr'd, 
 
 If I will aiso go ? 
 Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, 
 I humbly answer, No. 
 
Hymn 116. Joint. 141 
 
 CXVI. The Resurrection and the Life. Chap. xi. 25. 
 
 1 " I am," saithChrist, " your glorious head," 
 
 (May we attention give,) 
 " The resurrection of the dead. 
 " The life of all that live. 
 
 2 "By faith in me the soul receives 
 
 " New life, though dead before ; 
 " And he that in my name believes, 
 " Shall live, to die no more ! 
 
 3 " The sinner, sleeping in his grave? 
 
 " Shall at my voice awake ; 
 " And when I once begin to save-, 
 " My work I ne'er forsake." 
 
 4 Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord, 
 
 On us assembled here ; 
 Put forth thy Spirit with the word. 
 And cause the dead to hear. 
 
 5 Preserve the pow'r of faith alive 
 
 In those who love thy name ; 
 For sin and Satan daily strive 
 To quench the sacred flame. 
 
 6 Thy pow'r and mercy first prevail'd. 
 
 From death to set us free ; 
 And often since our life had fail'd, 
 If not renew 'd by thee. 
 
 7 To thee we look, to thee we bow, 
 
 To thee for help we call ; 
 Our life and resurrection thou, 
 Our hope, our joy, our all. 
 
142 John, Book L 
 
 CXVII. Weeping Mary. Chap. xx. 1 1 — 16. 
 
 1 Mary to her Saviour's tomb 
 
 Hasted at the earlv dawn ; 
 Spice she brought, and sweet perfume ; 
 
 But the Lord she lov'd was gone. 
 For a while she weeping stood, 
 
 Struck with sorrow and surprise, 
 Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, 
 
 For her heart supply 'd her eyes. 
 
 2 Jesus, who is always near, 
 
 Though too often unperceiv'd, 
 Came, his drooping child to cheer, 
 
 Kindly asking why she griev'd. 
 Though at first she knew him not, 
 
 When he calPd her by her name, 
 Then her griefs were all forgot, 
 
 For she found he was the same. 
 
 3 Grief and sighing quickly fled, 
 
 When she heard his welcome voice ; 
 Just before she thought him dead, 
 
 Now he bids her heart rejoice. 
 What a change his word can make, 
 
 Turning darkness into day ! 
 You who weep for Jesu's sake, 
 
 He will wipe your tears away. 
 
 4 He who came to comfort her, 
 
 When she thought her all was lost. 
 Will for your relief appear, 
 
 Though you now are tempest-toss 'd : 
 On his word your burden cast, 
 
 On his love your thoughts employ ; 
 Weeping for a while my last, 
 
 But the morning brings the joy. 
 
Hymn 119. John. 143 
 
 CXVIII. C. Lovest thou Me ? Chap, xxi, 16. 
 
 1 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord; 
 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; 
 Jesus speaks and speaks to thee : 
 
 " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 
 
 2 " I deliver 'd thee when bound, 
 
 " And, when wounded, heal'dthy wound; 
 " Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, 
 " Turn'd thy darkness into light. 
 
 3 " Can a woman's tender care 
 
 " Cease towards the child she bare ? 
 " Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 " Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
 
 " Higher than the heights above ; 
 " Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 " Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
 
 " When the work of grace is done ; 
 " Partner of my throne shalt be ; 
 " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is weak and faint ; 
 Yet I love thee and adore, 
 
 Oh, for grace to love thee more ! 
 
 CXIX. Another. 
 
 1 'Tis a point I long to know, 
 
 Oft it causes anxious thought ; 
 Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
 Am I his^ or am I not ? 
 
14A John, Book I. 
 
 2 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull and lifeless frame ? 
 Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
 Who have never heard his name ! 
 
 3 Could my heart so hard remain, 
 
 Pray'r a task and burden prove* 
 Ev'ry trifle give me pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4 When I turn my eyes within, 
 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
 FilPd with unbelief and sin, 
 Can I deem myself a child ? 
 
 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
 You that love the Lord indeed, 
 Tell me, is it thus with you ? 
 
 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 
 
 Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
 Should I grieve for what I feel. 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 7 Could I joy his saints to meet, 
 
 Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, 
 Find, at times, the promise sweet, 
 If I did not love the Lord ? 
 
 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case I 
 
 Thou who art thy people's sun, 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 9 Let me love thee more and more. 
 
 If I love at all, I pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help me to begin to-day. 
 
Hymn 120. Acts. 145 
 
 ACTS. 
 
 CXX. The Death of Stephen. Chap. vii. 54— -60. 
 
 1 As some tall rock amidst the waves 
 The fury of the tempest braves, 
 While the fierce billows, tossing high, 
 Break at its foot, and, murm'ring, die : 
 
 2 Thus, they who in the Lord confide, 
 Though foes assault on ev'ry side, 
 Cannot be mov'd or overthrown, 
 For Jesus makes their cause his own. 
 
 3 So faithful Stephen, undismay'd, 
 The malice of the Jews survey'd ; 
 The holy joy which filPd his breast, 
 A lustre on his face impress'd. 
 
 4 " Behold!" he said, " the world of light 
 " Is open'd to my strengthen 'd sight ; 
 
 " My glorious Lord appears in view, 
 " That Jesus whom ye lately slew.'' 
 
 5 With such a friend and witness near, 
 No form of death could make him fear ; 
 Calm, amidst show'rs of stones, he kneels, 
 And only for his murd'rers feels. 
 
 6 May we, by faith, perceive thee thus, 
 Dear Saviour, ever near to us ! 
 
 This sight our peace through life shall keep, 
 And death be fear'd no more than sleep. 
 
 N" 
 
UO Ads. Book I. 
 
 CXXI. The Rebel's Surrender to Grace. JLord^ 
 What wilt thou have me to do ? Chap. ix. 6. 
 
 1 Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield ; 
 My heart, my mighty grace compell'd, 
 
 Surrenders all to thee ; 
 Against thy terrors long I strove, 
 But who can stand against thy love ? 
 
 Love conquers even me. 
 
 2 All that a wretch could do, I try'd, 
 Thy patience scorn'd, thy pow'r defy'd, 
 
 And trampled on thy laws ; 
 Scarcely thy martyrs at the stake, 
 Could stand more steadfast for thy sake, 
 
 Than I in Satan's cause. 
 
 3 But since thou hast thy love revealed, 
 And shown my soul a pardon seal'd, 
 
 I can resist no more : 
 Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed ? 
 Canst thou for such a rebel plead ? 
 
 I wonder and adore ! 
 
 4 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, 
 And lightnings flash, to blast my soul, 
 
 I still had stubborn been : 
 But mercy has my heart subdu'd, 
 A bleeding Saviour I have view'd, 
 
 And now I hate my sin. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 
 Come, take possession of thine own, 
 
 For thou hast set me free ; 
 Rdeas'd from Satan's hard command, 
 See ail my powers waiting stand, 
 
 To be employ 'd by thee. 
 
Hymn 122. . Acts. 147 
 
 6 My will conform'd to thine would move ; 
 On thee my hope, desire, and love, 
 
 In fix'd attention join ; 
 My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, 
 Have Satan's servants been too long, 
 
 But now they shall be thine. 
 
 7 And can I be the very same 
 
 Who lately durst blaspheme thy name, 
 
 And on thy Gospel tread ? 
 Surely each one who hears my case, 
 Will praise thee, and confess thy grace 
 
 Invincible indeed ! 
 
 CXXII. Peter released from Prison. Chapxii, 3— -8. 
 
 1 Fervent, persevering pray 'rs 
 
 Are faith's assur'd resource ; 
 Brazen gates and iron bars 
 
 In vain withstand their force : 
 Peter, when in prison cast, 
 
 Though by soldiers kept with care, 
 Though the doors were bolted fast, 
 
 Was soon releas'd by pray'r. 
 
 2 While he slept, an angel came, 
 
 And spread a light around, 
 Touch'd, and calPd him by his name, 
 
 And rais'd him from the ground ; 
 All his chains and fetters burst, 
 
 Ev'ry door wide open flew ; 
 Peter thought he dream'd at first, 
 
 But found the vision true. 
 
 3 Thus the Lord can make a way 
 
 To bring his saints relief ; 
 'Tis their part to wait and pray, 
 In spite of unbelief : 
 
148 Acts. Book I. 
 
 He can break through walls of stone, 
 Sink the mountain to a plain ; 
 
 They to whom his name is known 
 Can never pray in vain. 
 
 4 Thus, in chains of guilt and sin, 
 
 Poor sinners sleeping lie ; 
 No alarm is felt within, 
 
 Although condemn'd to die ; 
 Till descending from above, 
 
 (Mercy smiling in his eyes,) 
 Jesus, with a voice of love, 
 
 Awakes, and bids them rise. 
 
 5 Glad the summons they obey, 
 
 And liberty desire ; 
 Straight their fetters melt away, 
 
 Like wax before the fire : 
 By the word of him who dy'd, 
 
 Guilty pris'ners to release, 
 Ev'ry dcor flies open wide, 
 
 And they depart in peace. 
 
 CXXIII. The trembling Gaoler. Chap. xvi. 29 — 31. 
 
 1 A believer, free from care, 
 
 May in chains or dungeons sing, 
 If the Lord be with him there, 
 
 And be happier than a king : 
 Paul and Silas, thus confin'd, 
 
 Though their backs were torn by whips, 
 Yet possessing peace of mind, 
 
 Sung his praise with joyful lips. 
 
 2 Suddenly the prison shook, 
 
 Open flew the iron doors ; 
 And the gaoler, terror-struck, 
 Now his captives' help implores : 
 
Hymn 124. Arts. U9 
 
 Trembling at their feet he fell, 
 " Tell me sirs, what must I do 
 
 " To be sav'd from guilt and hell ? 
 " None can tell me this but you. * 
 
 3 " Look to Jesus," they reply 'd, 
 
 " If in him thou canst believe, 
 " By the death which he has dy'd, 
 
 " Thou salvation shalt receive." 
 While the living word he heard, 
 
 Faith sprung up within his heart, 
 And, releas'd from all he fear'd, 
 
 In their joy his soul had part. 
 
 4 Sinners, Christ is still the same ; 
 
 O that you could likewise fear ! 
 Then the mention of his name 
 
 Would be music to your ear : 
 Jesus rescues Satan's slaves, 
 
 His dear wounds still plead, " Forgive !'* 
 Jesus to the utmost saves ; 
 
 Sinners, look to him and live. 
 
 CXXIV. The Exorcists. Chap. xix. 13— 16. 
 
 1 When the apostle wonders wrought, 
 
 And heal'a the sick in Jesu's name, 
 The sons of Sceva vainly thought 
 That they had pow'r to do the same. 
 
 2 On one possess'd they try'd their art, 
 
 And, naming Jesus preach'd by Paulj 
 They charg'd the spirit to depart, 
 Expecting he'd obey their call. 
 
 N 2 
 
150 Acts. Book I. 
 
 3 The spirit answered, with a mock, 
 
 " Jesus I know, and Paul I know ; 
 " I must have gone if Paul had spoke ; 
 " But who are ye that bid me go ?" 
 
 4 With fury then the man he fill'd, 
 
 Who on the poor pretenders flew ; 
 Naked and wounded, almost kill'd, 
 They fled in ail the people's view. 
 
 5 Jesus ! that name, pronounc'd by faith, 
 
 Is full of wonder-working pow'r ; 
 It conquers Satan, sin, and death, 
 
 And cheers in trouble's darkest hour. 
 
 6 But they who are not born again, 
 
 Know nothing of it but the sound ; 
 They do but take his name in vain, 
 
 When most their zeal and pains abound. 
 
 7 Satan their vain attempts derides, 
 
 Whether they talk, or pray, or preach ; 
 Long as the love of sin abides, 
 
 His pow'r is safe beyond their reach. 
 
 8 But you, believers, may rejoice, 
 
 Satan well knows your mighty Friend ; 
 He trembles at your Saviour's voice, 
 And owns he cannot gain his end. 
 
 CXXV. Paul's Voyage. Chap, xxvii. 
 
 If Paul in Caesar's court must stand, 
 He need not fear the sea ; r 
 
 Secur'd from harm on ev'ry hand 
 By the divine decree. 
 
Hymn 125. Acts. 151 
 
 2 Although the ship, in which he sail'd, 
 
 By dreadful storms was toss'd ; 
 The promise over all prevail'd, 
 And not a life was lost. 
 
 3 Jesus ! the God whom Paul ador'd, 
 
 Who saves in time of need ; 
 Was then confess'd, by all on board, 
 A present help indeed ! 
 
 4 Though neither sun nor stars were seen^ 
 
 Paul knew the Lord was near ; 
 And faith preserv'd his soul serene,, 
 When others shook for fear. 
 
 5 Believers thus are toss'd about, 
 
 On life's tempestuous main ; 
 But grace assures, beyond a doubt, 
 They shall their port attain. 
 
 6 They must, they shall, appear one day, 
 
 Before their Saviour's throne ; 
 The storms they meet with by the way, 
 But make his power known. 
 
 7 Their passage lies across the brink 
 
 Of many a threat 'ning wave ; 
 The world expects to see them sink, 
 But Jesus lives to save. 
 
 8 Lord, though we are but feeble worms, 
 
 Yet since thy word is past, 
 We'll venture through a thousand storms 
 To see thy face at last. 
 
lo2 Romans. Book I. 
 
 ROMANS. 
 
 CXXVI. The good that I would, I do not. 
 Ch. vii. 19. 
 
 1 I would, but cannot sing, 
 
 Guilt has untun'd my voice ; 
 The serpent sin's envenom'd sting 
 Has poison'd all my joys. 
 
 2 I know the Lord is nigh, 
 
 And would, but cannot pray ; 
 For Satan meets me when I try, 
 And frights my soul away. 
 
 3 I would, but can't repent, 
 
 Though I endeavour oft ; 
 This stony heart can ne'er relent 
 Till Jesus make it soft. 
 
 4 I would, but cannot love, 
 
 Though woo'd by love divine ; 
 No arguments have pow'r to move 
 A soul so base as mine. 
 
 5 I would, but cannot rest 
 
 In God's most holy will ; 
 I know what he appoints is best, 
 Yet murmur at it still. 
 
 6 Oh could I but believe ! 
 
 Then all would easy be ; 
 I would, but cannot — Lord, relieve ; 
 My help must come from thee ! . 
 
 7 But if indeed I would, 
 
 Though I can nothing do ; 
 Yet the desire is something good, 
 For which my praise is due. 
 
Hymn 12?. Romans. 158 
 
 1 By nature prone to ill, 
 
 Till thine appointed hour, 
 I was as destitute of will, 
 As now I am of pow'r. 
 
 9 Wilt thou not crown at length 
 The work thou hast begun ? 
 And with a will, afford me strength 
 In all thy ways to run. 
 
 CXXVII. Salvation drawing nearer, Chaji. 
 xiii. 11, 12. 
 
 \ Darkness overspreads us here, 
 
 But the night wears fast away ; 
 Jacob's Star will soon appear, 
 
 Leading on eternal day 1 
 Now 'tis time to rouse from sleep, 
 
 Trim our lamps, and stand prepar'd ; 
 For our Lord strict watch to keep, 
 
 Lest he finds us off our guard. 
 
 2 Let his people courage take, 
 
 Bear with a submissive mind 
 All they suffer for his sake, 
 
 Rich amends they soon will find : 
 He will wipe away their tears, 
 
 Near himself appoint their lot ; 
 All their sorrows, pains, and fears, 
 
 Quickly then will be forgot. 
 
 3 Though already sav'd by grace, 
 
 From the hour we first belie v'd ; 
 Yet, while sin and war have place, 
 We have but a part receiv'd ; 
 
154 1 Corinthians. Book I. 
 
 Still we for salvation wait, 
 
 Ev'ry hour it nearer comes ! 
 Death will break the prison gate. 
 
 And admit us to our homes. 
 
 4 Sinners, what can you expect, 
 
 You who now the Saviour darc r 
 Break his laws, his grace reject, 
 
 You must stand before his bar ! 
 Tremble, lest he say, Depart ! 
 
 Oh the horrors of that sound ! 
 Lord, make ev'ry careless heart 
 
 Seek thee while thou mayst be found. 
 
 I. CORINTHIANS. 
 
 CXXVIII. That Rock was Christ. Chap. x. 4. 
 
 1 Wh e n Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst, 
 Forth from the rock the waters burst ; 
 And all their future journey through 
 Yielded them drink, and Gospel too ! 
 
 2 In Moses' rod a type they saw 
 Of his severe and fiery law ; 
 The smitten rock prefigur'd him 
 
 From whosepierc'd side all blessings stream. 
 
 3 But, ah ! the types were all too faint, 
 His sorrows or his worth to paint ; • 
 Slight was the stroke of Moses* rod, 
 But he endur'd the wrath of God. 
 
 4 Their outward rock could feel no pain, 
 But ours was wounded, torn, and slain ; 
 The rock gave but a wat'ry flood,. 
 
 But Jesus pour'd forth streams of blood. 
 
Hymn 129. 2 Corinthians. 155 
 
 5 The earth is like their wilderness, 
 
 A land of drought and sore distress ; 
 Without one stream, from pole to pole ; 
 To satisfy a thirsty soul. 
 
 6 But let the Saviour's praise resound ; 
 In him refreshing streams are found, 
 Which pardon, strength, and comfort give ; 
 And thirsty sinners drink and live. 
 
 II. CORINTHIANS. 
 
 CXXIX. My grace is sufficient for thee. Chap. 
 f xii. 9. 
 
 1 Oppress* d with unbelief and sin, 
 Fightings without, and fears within ; 
 While earth and hell, with force combin'd, 
 
 ? Assault and terrify my mind. 
 
 2 What strength have I against such foes, 
 Such hosts and legions to oppose ? 
 Alas ! I tremble, faint, and fall ; 
 Lord, save me, or I give up all. 
 
 3 Thus sorely prest, I sought the Lord, 
 To give me some sweet, cheering word ; 
 Again I sought, and yet again ; 
 
 I waited long, but not in vain. 
 
 4 Oh ! 'twas a cheering word indeed ! 
 Exactly suited to my need : 
 
 " Sufficient for thee is my grace, 
 
 " Thy weakness my great pow'r displays." 
 
 5 Now I despond and mourn no more, 
 I welcome ail I fear'd before ; 
 
 Tho' weak, I'm strong ; the' troubl'd, blest; 
 For Christ's own pow'r shall on me rest. 
 
156 Galatians. Book 1. 
 
 G My grace would soon exhausted be, 
 But his is boundless as the sea ; 
 Then let me boast, with holy Paul, 
 That I am nothing, Christ is all. 
 
 GALATIANS. 
 
 CXXX. The inward Warfare. Chap. v. 17. 
 
 1 Strange and mysterious is my life, 
 
 What opposites I feel within ! 
 A stable peace, a constant strife ; 
 
 The rule of grace, the pow'r of sin : 
 Too often I am captive led, 
 Yet daily triumph in my head. 
 
 2 I prize the privilege of pray 'r, 
 
 But, oh ! what backwardness to pray ! 
 Though on the Lord I cast my care, 
 
 I feel its burden ev'ry day ; 
 I seek his will in ail I do, 
 Yet find my own is working too. 
 
 3 I call the promises my own, 
 
 And prize them more than mines of gold; 
 Yet though their sweetness I have known, 
 They leave me unimpress'd and cold : 
 One hour upon the truth I feed, 
 The next I know not what I read. • 
 
 4 I love the holy day of rest, 
 
 When Jesus meets his gathered saints ; 
 Sweet day, o- all the week the best ! 
 
 For its return my spirit pants : 
 Yet often, through nry unbelief, 
 It proves a day of guilt and grief. 
 
Hymn 131. FhWppians. i<$ 
 
 5 While on my Saviour I rely, 
 
 I know my foes shall lose their aim ; 
 And therefore dare their pow'r defy, 
 
 Assur'd of conquest through his name : 
 But soon my confidence is slain, 
 And all my fears return again. 
 
 6 Thus diff'rent pow'rs within me strive, 
 
 And grace and sin by turns prevail ; 
 I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, 
 
 And vict'ry hangs in doubtful scale : 
 But Jesus has his promise past, 
 That grace shall overcome at last. 
 
 PHILIPPIANS. 
 
 CXXXI. C. Contentment*. Chap. iv. 11. 
 
 1 Fierce passions discompose the mind, 
 
 As tempests vex the sea ; 
 But calm content and peace we find, 
 When, Lord, we turn to thee. 
 
 2 In vain, by reason and by rule, 
 
 We try to bend the will ; 
 For none but in the Saviour's school 
 Can learn the heavenly skill. 
 
 3 Since at his feet my soul has sat, 
 
 His gracious words to hear ; 
 Contented with my present state, 
 I cast on him my care. 
 
 4 " Art thou a sinner, soul V 1 he said, 
 
 " Then how canst thou complain? 
 " How light thy troubles here, ifweigh'd, 
 " With everlasting pain ! 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 55. 
 O 
 
158 Hebrews. Book I. 
 
 5 " If thou of murmuring wouldst be cur'd, 
 
 " Compare thy griefs with mine ; 
 " Think what my love for thee endur'd, 
 " And thou wilt not repine. 
 
 6 " 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, 
 
 " And I do all things well ; 
 " Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, 
 " And rise with me to dwell. 
 
 7 " In life my grace shall strength supply, 
 
 " Proportion'd to thy day ; 
 " At death thou still shalt find me nigh, 
 " To wipe thy tears away.'' 
 
 8 Thus I, who once my wretched days 
 
 In vain repinings spent, 
 Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, 
 Have learn'd to be content. 
 
 HEBREWS. 
 
 CXXXII. C. Old Testament Gospel. Ch. iv. 2. 
 
 1 Israel, in ancient days, 
 
 Not only had a view 
 Of Sinai in a blaze, 
 
 But learn'd the Gospel too : 
 The types and figures were a glass, 
 In which they saw the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 The paschal sacrifice, 
 
 And blood-besprinkled door*, 
 Seen with enlighten'd eyes, 
 
 And once apply 'd with pow'r, 
 Would teach the need of other blood, 
 To reconcile an angry God. 
 
 * Exodus xii. 13. 
 
Hymn 133. Hebrews. 159 
 
 3 The lamb, the dove, set forth 
 
 His perfect innocence*, 
 Whose blood of matchless worth, 
 
 Should be the soul's defence ; 
 For he who can for sin atone, 
 Must have no failings of his own. 
 
 4 The scape-goat on his headf 
 
 The people's trespass bore ; 
 And, to the desert led, 
 
 Was to be seen no more : 
 In him our Surety seem'd to say, 
 " Behold, I bear your sins away." 
 
 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, 
 
 The living bird went freej ; 
 The type, well understood, 
 
 Express'd the sinner's plea ; 
 Describ'd a guilty soul enlarg'd, 
 And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 
 
 6 Jesus, I love to trace 
 
 Throughout the sacred page, 
 The footsteps of thy grace. 
 The same in ev'ry age ! 
 
 grant that I may faithful be 
 
 To clearer light, vouchsaf d to me ! 
 
 CXXXIII. The Word quick and powerful. 
 Chap. iv. 12, 13. 
 
 1 The word of Christ, our Lord, 
 
 With whom we have to do, 
 Is sharper than a two-edg'd sword, 
 To pierce the sinner through ! 
 
 * Lev. xii. 6. f Lev. xvi. 21. \ Lev. xiv. 5 1—53, 
 
160 Hebreivs. Book 1 
 
 2 Swift as the lightning's blaze, 
 
 When awful thunders roll, 
 It fills the conscience with amaze, 
 And penetrates the soul. 
 
 3 No heart can be conceal 'd 
 
 From his all-piercing eyes ; 
 Each thought and purpose stands reveal'd, 
 Naked, without disguise. 
 
 4 He sees his people's fears, 
 
 He notes their mournful cry ; 
 He counts their sighs and falling tears, 
 And helps them from on high. 
 
 5 Though feeble is their good, 
 
 It has its kind regard ; 
 Yea, all they would do, if they could, 
 Shall find a sure reward*. 
 
 6 He sees the wicked too, 
 
 And will repay them soon, 
 For all the evil deeds they do, 
 And all they would have donef. 
 
 7 Since all our secret ways 
 
 Are mark'd and known by thee. 
 Afford us, Lord, thy light of grace, 
 That we ourselves may see. 
 
 CXXXIV. Looking unto Jesus. Chap. xii. 2. 
 
 1 By various maxims, forms, and rules, 
 That pass for wisdom in the schools, 
 I strove my passion to restrain ; 
 But all my efforts prov'd m vain. 
 
 • 1 Rings viii. 13. t Matth. v. 28. 
 
Hymn 134. Hebrews. 161 
 
 2 But since the Saviour I have known , 
 My rules are all reduced to one, 
 
 To keep my Lord, by faith, in view ; 
 This strength supplies, and motives too, 
 
 3 I see him lead a suffering life, 
 Patient amidst reproach and strife ; 
 And from his pattern courage take 
 To bear, and suffer, for his sake. 
 
 4 Upon the cross I see him bleed, 
 And by the sight from guilt am freed ; 
 This sight destroys the life of sin, 
 And quickens heav'nly life within. 
 
 5 To look to Jesus as he rose, 
 Confirms my faith, disarms my foes ; 
 Satan I shame and overcome, 
 
 By pointing to my Saviour's tomb. 
 
 6 Exalted on his glorious throne, 
 
 I see him make my cause his own ; 
 Then all my anxious cares subside, 
 For Jesus lives and will provide. 
 
 7 I see him look with pity down, 
 
 And hold in view the conqu'ror's crown ; 
 If press'd with griefs and cares before, 
 My soul revives, nor asks for more. 
 
 8 By faith I see the hour at hand, 
 When in his presence I shall stand ; 
 Then it will be my endless bliss, 
 To see him where, and as he is. 
 
 O 2 
 
162 ILtbravs. Book I, 
 
 CXXXV. Love Tokens. Chap. xii. 5—11. 
 
 1 Af f l i c t i o n s do not come alone, 
 
 A voice attends the rod ; 
 By both he to his saints is known, 
 A Father and a God ! 
 
 2 " Let not my children slight the stroke 
 
 " I for chastisement send ; 
 " Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, 
 " For still I am their Friend. 
 
 3 " The wicked I perhaps may leave 
 
 " A while and not reprove ; 
 " But all the children I receive 
 " I scourge, because I love. 
 
 A " If, therefore, you were left without 
 " This needful discipline, 
 " You might with cause admit a doubt 
 " If you, indeed, were mine. 
 
 5 " Shall earthly parents then expect 
 
 " Their children to submit ? 
 " And will not you, when I correct, 
 " Be humbled at my feet ? 
 
 6 " To please themselves they oft chastise, 
 
 " And put their sons to pain ; 
 
 " But you are precious in my eyes, 
 
 " And shall not smart in vain. 
 
 7 " I see your hearts at present fill'd 
 
 " With grief and deep distress ; 
 " But soon these bitter seeds shall yield 
 " The fruits of righteousness. 
 
Hymn 13G. Revelation. 1G3 
 
 8 Break through the clouds, dear Lord, and 
 Let us perceive thee nigh ! [shine ! 
 
 And to each mourning child of thine 
 These gracious words apply. 
 
 REVELATION. 
 
 CXXXVL Ephesus. Chap. ii. 1—7. 
 
 1 Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus, 
 And thus he speaks to some of us : 
 " Amidst my churches, lo ! I stand, 
 " And hold the pastors in my hand. 
 
 2 " Thy works to me are fully known, 
 " Thy patience, and thy toil I own ; 
 
 " Thy views of Gospel-truth are clear, 
 " Nor canst thou other doctrine bear. 
 
 
 " Yet I must blame, while I approve ; 
 " Where is thy first, thy fervent love ? 
 " Dost thou forget my love to thee, 
 " That thine is grown so faint to me ? 
 
 " Recall to mind the happy days 
 
 ' 6 When thou wast fill 'd with j oy and praise ; 
 
 " Repent, thy former works renew, 
 
 " Then I'll restore thy comforts too. 
 
 5 " Return at once, when I reprove, 
 " Lest I thy candlestick remove ; 
 
 " And thou, too late, thy loss lament, 
 " I warn before I strike — Repent.'' 
 
 6 Hearken to what the Spirit saith, 
 To him that overcomes by faith, 
 " The fruit of life's unfading tree, 
 " In Paradise his food shall be." 
 
164j Revelation. Bouk I 
 
 CXXXVII. Smyrna. Chap. ii. 8—1 1 . 
 
 1 The message first to Smyrna sent, 
 
 A message full of grace, 
 To all the Saviour's flock is meant, 
 In every age and place. 
 
 2 Thus to his church, his chosen bride, 
 
 Saith the great First and Last, 
 Who ever lives, though once he died, 
 " Hold thy profession fast. 
 
 3 " Thy works and sorrow well I know, 
 
 " Perform 'd and borne for me ; 
 " Poor though thou art, despis'd and low, 
 " Yet who is rich like thee ? 
 
 4 "I know thy foes, and what they say, 
 
 u How long they have blasphem'd ; 
 " The synagogue of Satan they, 
 
 " Though they would Jews be deem'd. 
 
 5 " Though Satan for a season rage, 
 
 1 ' And prisons be your lot, 
 u I am your Friend, and I engage 
 "You shall not be forgot. 
 
 6 " Be faithful unto death, nor fear 
 
 " A few short days of strife ; , 
 " Behold ! the prize you soon shall wear, 
 " A crown of endless life !" 
 
 7 Hear what the Holy Spirit saith 
 
 Of all who overcome ; 
 u They shall escape the second death, 
 " The sinner's awful doom ! •' 
 
Hymn 139. Revelation. 1G5 
 
 CXXXVIII. C. Sardis. Chap. iii. 1—6. 
 
 1 " Writs to Sardis," saith the Lord, 
 
 " And write what he declares, 
 " He whose Spirit, and whose word, 
 
 " Upholds the seven stars : 
 " All thy works and ways I search, 
 
 " Find thy zeal and love decay 'd ; 
 " Thou art cali'd a living church, 
 
 " But thou art cold and dead. 
 
 2 " Watch, remember, seek, and strive, 
 
 " Exert thy former pains : 
 " Let thy timely care revive, 
 
 " And strengthen what remains : 
 " Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend, 
 
 " Former times to mind recall, 
 " Lest my sudden stroke descend, 
 
 " And smite thee once for all. 
 
 3 " Yet I number now in thee 
 
 " A few that are upright ; 
 " These my Father's face shall see, 
 
 " And walk with me in white : 
 " When in judgment I appear, 
 
 " They for mine shall be confest ; 
 " Let my faithful servants hear, 
 
 " And wo be to the rest." 
 
 CXXXIX. Philadelphia. Chap. iii. 7— 13. 
 
 1 Thus saith the holy One and true, 
 To his beloved, faithful few, 
 " Of heav'n and hell I hold the keys, 
 " To shut, or open, as I please. 
 
1G6 Revelation. Book I. 
 
 2 " I know thy works, and I approve, 
 
 " Tho' small thy strength, sincere thy love ; 
 " Go on, my word and name to own, 
 " For none shall rob thee of thy crown. 
 
 3 " Before thee see my mercy's door 
 
 " Stands open w T ide to shut no more ; 
 " Fear not temptation's fiery day, 
 " For I will be thy strength and stay. 
 
 4 " Thou hast my promise, hold it fast, 
 " The trying hour will soon be past : 
 " Rejoice, for, lo ! I quickly come, 
 
 " To take thee to my heav'nly home. 
 
 5 " A pillar there no more to move, 
 
 " Inscribed with all my names of love ; 
 " A monument of mighty grace, 
 " Thou shalt for ever have a place." 
 
 6 Such is the conqueror's reward, 
 Prepar'd and promis'd by the Lord ! 
 Let him that hath the ear of faith 
 Attend to what the Spirit saith. 
 
 CXL. Laodicea. Chap. iii. 14 — .20. 
 
 1 Hear what the Lord, the great Amen, 
 
 The true and faithful witness saj r s ! 
 He form'd the vast creation's plan, 
 And searches all our hearts and Avays. 
 
 2 To some he speaks as once of old, 
 
 " I know thee, thy profession's vain ; 
 " Since thou art neither hot nor cold, 
 " I'll spit thee from me with disdain. 
 
Hymn 141. Revelation. 1G7 
 
 3 " Thou boastest 6 I am wise and rich, 
 
 " Increas'd in goods, and nothing need;' 
 " And dost not know thou art a wretch, 
 " Naked, and poor, and blind, and dead. 
 
 4 " Yet while I thus rebuke, I love, 
 
 " My message is in mercy sent ; 
 " That thou mayst my compassion prove, 
 " I can forgive, if thou repent. 
 
 5 " Would' st thou be truly rich and wise ? 
 
 " Come, buy m}^ gold in fire well try'd, 
 " My ointment to anoint thine eyes, 
 " My robe thy nakedness to hide. 
 
 6 " See at thy door I stand and knock ! 
 
 " Poor sinner, shall I wait in vain ? 
 " Quickly thy stubborn heart unlock, 
 " That I may enter with my train. 
 
 7 " Thou canst not entertain a king, 
 
 " Unworthy thou of such a guest ! 
 " But I my own provisions bring, 
 " To make thy soul a heav'nly feast." 
 
 CXLI. The Little Book*. Chap. x. 
 
 1 When the belov'd disciple took 
 The angel's little, open book, 
 Which by the Lord's command he eat, 
 It tasted bitter after sweet. 
 
 2 Thus when the Gospel is embrac'd, 
 At first 'tis sweeter to the taste 
 Than honey or the honey -comb, 
 But there's a bitterness to come. 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 27. 
 
lGS Revelation. Book I. 
 
 3 What sweetness does the promise yield, 
 When by the Spirit's power seal'd ? 
 The longing soul is filPd with good, 
 Nor feels a wish for other food. 
 
 4 By these inviting tastes allur'd, 
 We pass to what must be endur'd ; 
 For soon we find it is decreed, 
 That bitter must to sweet succeed. 
 
 5 When sin revives and shows its pow'r, 
 When Satan threatens to devour, 
 When God afflicts, and men revile, 
 We draw our steps with pain and toil. 
 
 6 When thus deserted, tempest-tost, 
 The sense of former sweetness lost, 
 We tremble lest we were deceiv'd 
 In thinking that we once belie v'd. 
 
 7 The Lord first makes the sweetness known, 
 To win and fix us for his own; 
 
 And though we now some bitter meet, 
 We hope for everlasting sweet. 
 
OLNEY HYMNS, 
 
 BOOK II. 
 
 ON OCCASIONAL SUBJECTS. 
 
 I. SEASONS. I m. PROVIDENCES. 
 
 H. ORDINANCES. | IV. CREATION. 
 
 I. SEASONS. 
 NEW-YEAR'S HYMNS. 
 
 I. Time hoiv swift. 
 
 Wi 
 
 HILE with ceaseless course the sun 
 
 Hasted through the former year, 
 Many souls their race have run, 
 
 Never more to meet us here ; 
 Fix'd in an eternal state, 
 
 They have done with all below ; 
 We a little longer wait, 
 
 But how little — none can know. 
 
 As the winged arrow flies, 
 
 Speedily the mark to find ; 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
 Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise, 
 
 All below is but a dream. 
 P 
 
170 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 Teach us, henceforth, how to live 
 
 With eternity in view : 
 Bless thy word to young and old, 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
 And when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
 II. Time how short. 
 
 1 Time, with an unwearied hand, 
 
 Pushes round the seasons past ; 
 And in life's frail glass the sand 
 
 Sinks apace, not long to last : 
 Many, who, as you and I, 
 
 The last year assembled thus, 
 In their silent graves now lie ; 
 
 Graves will open soon for us ! 
 
 2 Daily sin, and care, and strife, 
 
 While the Lord prolongs our breath, 
 Make it but a dying life, 
 
 Or a kind of living death : 
 Wretched they and most forlorn, 
 
 Who no better portion know ; 
 Better ne'er to have been born r 
 
 Than to have our all below. 
 
 3 When constraint to go alone, 
 
 Leaving all you love behind, 
 Ent'ring on a world unknown, 
 
 What will then support ^our mind ? 
 
Hymn 3. Seasons, 17 1 
 
 When the Lord his summons sends*, 
 Earthly comforts lose their pow'r ; 
 
 Honour, riches, kindred, friends, 
 Cannot cheer a dying hour. 
 
 4 Happy souls who fear the Lord ; 
 
 Time is not too swift for you ; 
 When your Saviour gives the word, 
 
 Glad you'll bid the world adieu : 
 Then he'll wipe away your tears, 
 
 Near himself appoint your place ; 
 Swifter fly, ye rolling years, 
 
 Lord, we long to see thy face. 
 
 III. Uncertainty of Life, 
 
 See ! another year is gone ! 
 
 Quickly have the seasons pass'd ! 
 This we enter now upon 
 
 May to many prove their last : 
 Mercy hitherto has spar'd, 
 
 But have mercies been improved ? 
 Let us ask, Am I prepar'd, 
 
 Should I be this year remov'd ? 
 
 Some we now no longer see, 
 
 Who their mortal race have run, 
 Seem'd as fair for life as we, 
 
 When the former year begun : 
 Some, but who God only knows, 
 
 Who are here assembled now, 
 Ere the present year shall close, 
 
 To the stroke of death must bow, 
 
 ■■* Isaiah x. 3. 
 
172 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 3 Life a field of battle is, 
 
 Thousands fall within our view ; 
 And the next death-bolt that flies, 
 
 May be sent to me or you : 
 While we preach, and while we hear, 
 
 Help us, Lord, each one to think, 
 Vast eternity is near, 
 
 I am standing on the brink. 
 
 4 If from guilt and sin set free, 
 
 By the knowledge of thy grace, 
 Welcome, then, the call will be 
 
 To depart and see thy face : 
 To thy saints, while here below, 
 
 With new years new mercies come ; 
 But the happiest year they know 
 
 Is their last, which leads them home. 
 
 IV. A jYew-Year's Thought and Prayer. 
 
 1 Time, by moments, steals away, 
 First the hour and then the day ; 
 Small the daily loss appears, 
 Yet it soon amounts to years : 
 Thus another year is flown, 
 Now it is no more our own, 
 
 If it brought or promis'd good, 
 Than the years before the flood. 
 
 2 But, (may none of us forget,) 
 It has left us much in debt ; 
 Favours from the Lordreceiv'd, 
 Sins that have his Spirit griev'd, 
 Mark'd by an unerring hand, 
 In his book recorded stand ; 
 "Who can tell the vast amount, 
 Plac'd to each of our account ? 
 
Hymn 5. Seasons. 273 
 
 3 Happy the believing soul ! 
 Christ for you has paid the whole ; 
 While you own the debt is large, 
 You may plead a full discharge : 
 But, poor careless sinner, say, 
 What can you to justice pay ? 
 Tremble, lest when life is past, 
 Into prison you be cast ! 
 
 4 Will you still increase the score ? 
 Still be careless as before ? 
 
 Oh ! forbid it, gracious Lord, 
 Touch their spirits by thy word ! 
 Now, in mercy, to them show 
 What a mighty debt they owe ! 
 All their unbelief subdue ; 
 Let them find forgiveness too. 
 
 5 Spar'd to see another year, 
 Let thy blessing meet us here ; 
 Come, thy dying work revive, 
 Bid thy drooping garden thrive : 
 Sun of righteousness, arise ! 
 Warm our hearts and bless our eyes ; 
 Let our pray'r thy bowels move, 
 Make this year a time of love. 
 
 V. Death and War. 1778. 
 
 1 Hark ! how time's wide-sounding bell 
 Strikes on each attentive ear ! 
 Tolling loud the solemn knell 
 
 Of the late departed year : 
 Years, like mortals, wear away^ 
 Have their birth and dying day, 
 Youthful spring, and wintry age, 
 Then to others quit the stage. 
 
 P 2 : 
 
174 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 2 Sad experience may relate 
 
 W hat a year the last has been ! 
 Crops of sorrow have been great, 
 
 From the fruitful seeds of sin : 
 Oh ! what numbers, gay and blithe, 
 Fell by death's unsparing scythe ? 
 While they thought the world their own, 
 Suddenly he mow'd them down. 
 
 3 See how war, with dreadful stride, 
 
 Marches at the Lord's command, 
 Spreading desolation wide, 
 
 Through a once much-favour'd land : 
 War, with heart and arms of steel, 
 Preys on thousands at a meal ; 
 Daily drinking human gore, 
 Still he thirsts and calls for more. 
 
 4 If the God whom we provoke, 
 
 Hither should his way direct ; 
 What a sin- avenging stroke 
 
 May a land like this expect ! 
 They who now securely sleep, 
 Quickly then would wake and weep ; 
 And too late would learn to fear, 
 When they saw the danger near. 
 
 5 You are safe who know his love, 
 
 He will all his truth perform ; • 
 To your souls a refuge prove 
 
 From the rage of ev'ry storm : 
 But we tremble for the youth ; 
 Teach them, Lord, thy saving truth ; 
 Join them to thy faithful few, 
 Be to them a refuge too. 
 
Hyiim 6. Seasons. 175 
 
 VI. Earthly Prosfiects Deceitful. 
 
 1 Or t in vain the voice of truth 
 
 Solemnlv and loudlv warns ; 
 Thoughtless, unexperienc'd youth, 
 
 Though it hears, the warning scorns : 
 Youtii in fancy's glass surveys 
 
 Life prolong'd to distant years, 
 While the vast imagin'd space 
 
 Fill'd with sweets and joys appears. 
 
 2 Awful disappointment soon 
 
 Overclouds the prospect gay ; 
 Some their sun goes down at noon, 
 
 Torn by death's strong hand away : 
 Where are then their pleasing schemes ? 
 
 Where the joys they hop'd to find ? 
 Gone for ever like their dreams, 
 
 Leaving not a trace behind. 
 
 3 Others, who are spar'd a while, 
 
 Live to weep o'er fancy's cheat ; 
 Find distress, and pain, and toil, 
 
 Bitter things instead of sweet : 
 Sin has spread a curse around, 
 
 Poison 'd all things here below : 
 On this base, polluted ground 
 
 Peace and joy can never grow. 
 
 4 Grace alone can cure our ills, 
 
 Sweeten life with all its cares, 
 Regulate our stubborn wills, 
 
 Save us from surrounding snares : 
 Though you oft have heard in vain, 
 
 Former years in folly spent, 
 Grace invites you yet again, 
 
 Once more calls you to repent. 
 
176 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 5 Call'd again, at length beware, 
 
 Hear the Saviour's voice and live ; 
 Lest he in his wrath should swear, 
 
 He no more will warning give : 
 Pray that you may hear and feel, 
 
 Ere the day of grace be past ; 
 Lest your hearts grow hard as stce), 
 
 Or this year should prove your last. 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 BEFORE ANNUAL SERMONS TO YOUNG 
 PEOPLE, ON NEW-YEARS' EVENINGS. 
 
 VII. Prayer for a Blessing. 
 
 1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 
 
 And make thy glory known ; 
 Now let us all thy presence feel, 
 And soften hearts of stone ! 
 
 2 Help us to venture near thy throne, 
 
 And plead a Saviour's name ; 
 For all that we can call our own, 
 Is vanity and shame. 
 
 3 From all the guilt of former sin 
 
 May mercy set us free ; 
 And let the year we now begin, 
 Begin and end with thee. 
 
 4 Send down thy Spirit from above, 
 
 That saints may love thee more ; 
 And sinners now may learn to love. 
 Who never lov'd before. 
 
Hymn 8. Seasons. 177 
 
 5 And when before thee we appear, 
 In our eternal home, 
 May growing numbers worship here, 
 And praise thee in our room. 
 
 VIII. C. Another. 
 
 1 Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth 
 
 The gift of saving grace ; 
 And let the seed of sacred truth 
 Fall in a fruitful place. 
 
 2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 
 
 Of pure and heav'nly root ; 
 But fairest in the youngest shows, 
 And yields the sweetest fruit. 
 
 3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes 
 
 The voice of so v 'reign love ! 
 Your youth is stain'd with many crimes, 
 But mercy reigns above. 
 
 4 True, you are young, but there's a stone 
 
 Within the youngest breast, 
 Or half the crimes which you have done, 
 Would rob you of your rest. 
 
 5 For you the public pray'r is made, 
 
 Oh ! join the public pray'r ! 
 For you the secret tear is shed, 
 O shed yourselves a tear ! 
 
 6 We pray that you may early prove 
 
 The Spitit's power to teach ; 
 You cannot be too young to love 
 That Jesus whom we preach. 
 
178 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 IX. Another. 
 
 1 Now may fervent pray'r arise, 
 Wing'd with faith, and pierce the skies ; 
 Fervent pray'r shall bring us down 
 Gracious answers from the throne. 
 
 2 Bless, O Lord, the op'ning year, 
 To each soul assembled here ; 
 Clothe thy word with pow'r divine, 
 Make us willing to be thine. 
 
 3 Shepherd of thy blood-bought sheep ! 
 Teach the stony heart to weep ; 
 
 Let the blind have eyes to see, 
 See themselves, and look on thee ! 
 
 4 Let the minds of all our youth 
 Feel the force of sacred truth ; 
 While the Gospel call they hear, 
 May they learn to love and fear* 
 
 5 Show them what their ways have been, 
 Show them the desert of sin ; 
 
 Then thy dying love reveal, 
 This shall melt a heart of steel. 
 
 6 Where thou hast thy work begun, 
 Give new strength the race to run ; 
 Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, 
 Wipe away the mourner's tears. 
 
 7 Bless us all, both old and young ; 
 Call forth praise from ev'ry tongue ; 
 Let the whole assembly prove 
 
 All thy power, and all thy love. 
 
Hymn 10. Seasons* 179 
 
 X. Casting the Gospel Net. 
 
 1 When Peter, through the tedious night* ? 
 
 Had often cast his net in vain ; • 
 Soon as the Lord appear'd in sight, 
 He gladly let it down again. 
 
 2 Once more the Gospel net we cast, 
 
 Do thou, O Lord, the effort own ; 
 We leam, from disappoinments past, 
 To rest our hope on thee alone. 
 
 3 Upheld by thy supporting hand, 
 
 We enter on another year ; 
 And now we meet at thy command, 
 To seek thy gracious presence here. 
 
 4 May this be a much-favour'd hour 
 
 To souls in Satan's bondage led ; 
 O clothe thy word with sovereign pow'r, 
 To break the rocks, and raise the dead ! 
 
 5 Have mercy on our num'rous youth, 
 
 Who, young in years, are old in sin ; 
 And by thy Spirit, and thy truth, 
 
 Show them the state their souls are in. 
 
 6 Then, by a Saviour's dying love, 
 
 To ev'ry wounded heart reveal'd, 
 Temptations, fears, and guilt remove, 
 And be their Sun , and Strength, and Shield. 
 
 7 To mourners speak a cheering word, 
 
 On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine ; 
 Let poor backsliders be restor'd, 
 And all thy saints in praises join, 
 
 * Luke v. 4. #~ 
 
180 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 8 O hear our pray'r, and give us hope, 
 
 That when thy voice shall call us home, 
 Thou still wilt raise a people up, 
 To love and praise thee in our room. 
 
 XI. C. Pleading for and with Youth. 
 
 1 Sin has undone our wretched race, 
 
 But Jesus has restor'd 
 And brought the sinner face to face 
 With his forgiving Lord. 
 
 2 This we repeat, from year to year, 
 
 And press upon our youth ; 
 Lord, give them an attentive ear ; 
 Lord, save them by thy truth. 
 
 3 Blessings upon the rising race ! 
 
 Make this a happy hour, 
 According to thy richest grace, 
 And thine almighty pow'r. 
 
 4 We feel for your unhappy state, 
 
 (May you regard it too,) 
 And would a while ourselves forget 
 To pour out pray'r for you. 
 
 5 We see, though you perceive it not, 
 
 Th' approaching, awful doom ; 
 O tremble at the solemn thought, . 
 And flee the wrath to come ! 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, let this new-born year 
 
 Spread an alarm abroad, 
 And cry, in ev'ry careless ear, 
 " Prepare to meet thy God !" 
 
Hymn 13. Seasons. 181 
 
 XII. C. Prayer for Children. 
 
 1 Gracious Lord, our children see, 
 By thy mercy we are free ; 
 
 But shall these, alas ! remain, 
 Subjects still of Satan's reign : 
 Israel's young ones, when of old 
 Pharaoh threat'ned to withhold* * 
 Then thy messenger said, " No ; 
 " Let the children also go." 
 
 2 When the angel of the Lord, 
 Drawing forth his dreadful sword, 
 Slew, with an avenging hand, 
 
 All the first-born of the land ; 
 Then thy people's doors he pass'd, 
 Where the bloody sign was plac'df ; 
 Hear us, now, upon our knees, • 
 Plead the blood of Christ for these ! 
 
 3 Lord, we tremble, for we know 
 How the fierce, malicious foe, 
 Wheeling round his watchful flight, 
 Keeps them ever in his sight : 
 Spread thy pinions, King of kings ; 
 Hide them safe beneath thy wings ; 
 Lest the rav'nous bird of prey 
 Stoop, and bear the brood away. 
 
 XIII. The Shunamite%. 
 
 1 The Shunamite, oppress'd with grief, 
 When she had lost the son she lov'd, 
 Went to Elisha for relief, 
 
 Nor vain her application prov'd. 
 
 * Exodus x. 9. f Exodus xii, 13. \ 2 Kings iv. 31. 
 
 Q 
 
182 Seasons, Book II. 
 
 2 He sent his servant on before, 
 
 To lay a staff upon his head ; 
 This he could do, but do no more ; 
 He left him, as he found him, dead. 
 
 3 But when the Lord's almighty pow'r 
 
 Wrought with the prophet's pray'r and 
 The mother saw a joyful hour, [faith y 
 
 She saw her child restor'd from death. 
 
 4 Thus, like the weeping Shunamite, 
 
 For many dead in sin we grieve ; 
 Now, Lord, display thine arm of might, 
 Cause them to hear thy voice and live. 
 
 5 Thy preachers bear the staff in vain, 
 
 Though at thine own command we go ; 
 Lord, we have tryM and try'd again, 
 We find them dead, and leave them so. 
 
 6 Come then thyself — to evVy heart 
 
 The glory of thy name make known ; 
 The means are our appointed part, 
 The pow'r and grace are thine alone. 
 
 XIV. Elijah's Prayer*. 
 
 1 Does it not grief and wonder move, 
 
 To think of Israel's shameful fall ? 
 Who needed miracles to prove , 
 
 Whether the Lord was God, or Baal ! 
 
 2 Methinks I see Elijah stand, 
 
 His features glow with love and zeal ; 
 In faith and pray'r he lifts his hand, 
 And makes to Heav'n his great appeal. 
 
 * 1 Kings xviii. 
 
Hymn 15. Seasons. 133 
 
 3 " O God ! if I thy servant am, 
 
 " If 'tis thy message fills my heart, 
 " Now glorify thy holy name, 
 
 " And show this people who thou art !" 
 
 4 He spake, and, lo ! a sudden flame 
 
 Consumed the wood, the dust, the stone; 
 The people struck, at once proclaim, 
 " The Lord is God, the Lord alone.'' 
 
 5 Like him, we mourn an awful day, 
 
 When more for Baal than God appear ; 
 Like him, believers, let us pray, 
 And may the God of Israel hear ! 
 
 6 Lord, if thy servant speak thy truth, 
 
 If he indeed is sent by thee ; 
 Confirm the word to all our youth, 
 And let them thy salvation see. 
 
 7 Now may thy Spirit's holy fire 
 
 Pierce ev'ry heart that hears thy word, 
 Consume each hurtful, vain desire, 
 
 And make them know thou art the Lord. 
 
 XV. Preaching to the dry Bones*. 
 
 1 Preachers may from Ezekiel's case, 
 
 Draw hope in this declining day : 
 
 A proof, like this, of sov'reign grace 
 
 Should chase our unbelief away. 
 
 2 When sent to preach to mould 'ring bones, 
 
 Who could have tho't he would succeed? 
 JBut well he knew the Lord from stones 
 Could raise up Abr 'ham's chosen seed. 
 
 * Ezek. xxxvii. 
 
184 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 3 Can these be made a numerous host, 
 
 And such dry bones new life receive ? 
 
 The prophet answer'd, " Lord thou know'st 
 
 " They shall, if thou commandment give." 
 
 4 Like him around I cast my eye, 
 
 And, oh ! what heaps of bones appear ; 
 Like him, by Jesus sent, I'll try, 
 For he can cause the dead to hear. 
 
 5 Hear, ye dry bones, the Saviour's word ! 
 
 He, who when dying gasp'd, " Forgive,'* 
 That gracious sinner-loving Lord, 
 Says, " Look to me, dry bones, and live." 
 
 6 Thou heav'nly wind awake and blow, 
 
 In answer to the pray'r of faith ; 
 Now thine almighty influence show, 
 And fill dry bones with living breath. 
 
 7 O make them hear, and feel, and shake, 
 
 And, at thy call, obedient move ; 
 The bonds of death and Satan break, 
 And bone to bone unite in love. 
 
 XVI. The Rod of Moses. 
 
 1 Wh'e n Moses wav'd his mystic rod 
 
 What wonders follow'd while he spoke ! 
 Firm as a wall the waters stood*, , 
 Or gush'd in rivers from the rockf . 
 
 2 At his command the thunders roll'd, 
 
 Lightning and hail his voice obey'df , 
 And Pharaoh trembled to behold 
 His land in desolation laid. 
 
 * Exod. xiv. 2 1. t Num. xx. 11. J Exod. ix. 23. 
 
Hymn 17. Seasons. 135 
 
 3 But what could Moses' rod have done, 
 
 Had he not been divinely sent ? 
 
 The pow'r was from the Lord alone, 
 
 And Moses but the instrument. 
 
 4 O Lord, regard thy people's pray'rs ! 
 
 Assist a worm to preach aright : 
 And, since thy Gospel rod he bears, 
 Display thy wonders in our sight. 
 
 5 Proclaim the thunders of thy law, 
 
 Like lightning let thine arrows fry, 
 That careless sinners, struck with awe, 
 For refuge may to Jesus cry. 
 
 6 Make streams of godly sorrow flow, 
 
 From rocky hearts, unus'd to feel ; 
 And let the poor in spirit know 
 
 That thou art near, their griefs to heal. 
 
 7 But chiefiy, we would now look up 
 
 To ask a blessing for our youth, 
 The rising generations' hope, 
 
 That they may know and love thy truth. 
 
 8 Arise, O Lord, afford a sign, 
 
 Now shall our pray'rs success obtain ; 
 Since both the means and pow'r are thine, 
 How can the rod be rais'd in vain ? 
 
 XVII. God speaking from Mount Zion. 
 
 1 The God who once to Israel spoke 
 From Sinai's top, in fire and smoke. 
 In gentler strains of Gospel grace 
 Invites us now to seek his face. 
 
 Q 2 
 
18G Seasons, Book II. 
 
 2 He wears no terrors on his brow, 
 He speaks, in love, from Zion now ; 
 It is the voice of Jesus' blood 
 Calling poor wand'rers home to God. 
 
 3 The holy Moses quak'd and fear'd 
 When Sinai's thund'ring law he heard ; 
 But reigning grace, with accents mild, 
 Speaks to the sinner as a child. 
 
 4 Hark ! how from Calvary it sounds, 
 From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds ! 
 " Pardon and grace I freely give, 
 
 " Poor sinner, look to me, and live." 
 
 5 What other arguments can move 
 The heart that slights a Saviour's love ! 
 Yet, till almighty pow'r constrain, 
 This matchless love is preach'd in vain. 
 
 6 O Saviour, let that pow'r be felt, 
 And cause each stony heart to melt ! 
 Deeply impress upon our youth 
 The light and force of Gospel truth. 
 
 7 With this new year may they begin 
 To live to thee, and die to sin ; 
 
 To enter by the narrow way 
 Which leads to everlasting day. * 
 
 8 How will they else thy presence bear 
 When, as a Judge, thou shalt appear ! 
 When slighted love to wrath shall turn, 
 And the whole earth like Sinai burn ! 
 
Hymn IS. Seasons. 187 
 
 XVIII. A Prayer for Power on the Means of Grace, 
 
 1 O thou, at whose almighty word 
 
 The glorious light from darkness sprung ! 
 
 Thy quick'ning influence afford, 
 And clothe with pow'r the preacher's tongue, 
 
 2 Though 'tis thy truth he hopes to speak, 
 He cannot give the hearing ear ; 
 
 'Tis thine the stubborn heart to break, 
 And make the careless sinner fear. 
 
 3 As when, of old, the water flow'd 
 Forth from the rock at thy command*; 
 
 Moses in vain had wav'd his rod, 
 Without thy wonder-working hand. 
 
 4 As when the walls of Jericho, 
 Down to the earth at once were castf ; 
 
 It was thy pow'r that brought them low, 
 And not the trumpet's feeble blast. 
 
 5 Thus we would in the means be found, 
 And thus on thee alone depend ; 
 
 To make the Gospel's joyful sound 
 Effectual to the promis'd end. 
 
 6 Now, while we hear thy word of grace, 
 Let self and pride before it fall ; 
 
 And rocky hearts dissolve apace, 
 In streams of sorrow at thy call. 
 
 7 On all our youth assembled here 
 The unction of thy Spirit pour ; 
 
 Nor let them lose another year, 
 Lest thou shouldst strive and call no more* 
 * Numbers xx. 11. t Joshua vi. 20. 
 
1SS Seasons. Book II. 
 
 - XIX. Elijah's Mantle. 2 Kings ii. 11 — 14. 
 
 1 E l i s h a , struck with grief and awe, 
 
 Cry'd, " Ah! where now is Israel's stay?'' 
 When he his honour'd master saw 
 Borne by a fiery car away. 
 
 2 But while he look'd a last adieu, 
 
 His mantle, as it fell, he caught ; 
 The Spirit rested on him too, 
 And equal miracles he wrought. 
 
 3 " Where is Elijah's God ?" he cry'd, 
 
 And with the mantle smote the flood ; 
 His word controll'd the swelling tide, 
 Th' obedient waters upright stood. 
 
 4 The wonder-working Gospel thus, 
 
 From hand to hand, has been convey 'd ; 
 We have the mantle still with us, 
 
 But where, O where the Spirit's aid. 
 
 5 When Peter first his mantle wav'd*, 
 
 How soon it melted hearts of steel ! 
 Sinners, by thousands, then were sav'd, 
 But now how few its virtues feel ! 
 
 6 Where is Elijah's God, the Lord ! 
 
 Thine Israel's hope, and joy, and boast ! 
 Reveal thine arm, confirm thy word, 
 Give us another Pentecost ! 
 
 7 Assist thy messenger to speak, 
 
 And, while he aims to lisp thy truth, 
 The bonds of sin and Satan break, - 
 And pour thy blessing on our youth. 
 
 * Act3 ji. 
 
Hymn 20. Seasons. 189 
 
 8 For them we now approach thy throne, 
 Teach them to know and love thy name ; 
 Then shall thy thankful people own 
 Elijah's God is still the same. 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 AFTER SERMONS TO YOUNG PEOPLE, ON NEW YEARS 1 
 EVENINGS, SUITED TO THE SUBJECTS. 
 
 XX. David's Charge to Solomon. 1 Chron. xxviii. 9. 
 
 1 O David's Son, and David's Lord ! 
 
 From age to age thou art the same ; 
 Thy gracious presence now afford, 
 
 And teach our youth to know thy name. 
 
 2 Thy people, Lord, though oft distrest, 
 
 Upheld by thee thus far are come ; 
 And now we long to see thy rest, 
 And wait thy word to call us home. 
 
 3 Like David, when this life shall end, 
 
 We trust in thee, sure peace to find ; 
 Like him to thee we now commend 
 The children we must leave behind. 
 
 4 Ere long, we hope to be where care, 
 
 And sin, and sorrow, never come ; 
 But, oh ! accept our humble pray'r 
 
 That these may praise thee in our room. 
 
 5 Show them how vile they are by sin, 
 
 And wash them in thy cleansing blood ; 
 Oh ! make them willing to be thine, 
 And be to them a cov'nant God. 
 
190 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 6 Long may thy light and truth remain, 
 To bless this place when we are gone ; 
 And numbers here be born again, 
 To dwell for ever near thy throne. 
 
 XXI. The Lord's Call to his Children. 2 Cor. vi. 
 17, 18. 
 
 1 Let us adore the grace that seeks 
 
 To draw our hearts above ! 
 Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks, 
 And ev'ry word is love. 
 
 2 Though fill'd with awe, before his throne 
 
 Each angel veils his face ; 
 
 He claims a people for his own 
 
 Amongst our sinful race. 
 
 3 Careless a while they live in sin, 
 
 Enslav'd to Satan's power ; 
 But they obey the call divine, 
 In his appointed hour. 
 
 4 " Come forth/' he says, " no more pursue 
 
 " The paths that lead to death ; 
 " Look up, a bleeding Saviour view, 
 " Look, and be sav'd by faith. 
 
 5 " My sons and daughters you shall be 
 
 " Through the atoning blood ; 
 " And you shall claim, and find in me, 
 " A Father, and a God." 
 
 6 Lord, speak these words to ev'ry heart, 
 
 By thine all-powerful voice ; 
 That we may now from sin depart, 
 And make thy love our choice. 
 
Hymn 22. Seasons. 191 
 
 7 If now we learn to seek thy face 
 By Christ the living way, 
 We'll praise thee for this hour of grace, 
 Through an eternal day. 
 
 XXII. The Prayer of Jabez. 1 Chron. iv. 9, 10. 
 
 1 Jesus, who bought us with his blood, 
 
 And makes our souls his care, 
 Was known of old as Israel's God, 
 And answer'd Jabez' pray'r. 
 
 2 Jabez ! a child of grief ! the name 
 
 Befits poor sinners well ; 
 For Jesus bore the cross and shame, 
 To sav e our souls from hell. 
 
 3 Teach us, O Lord, like him to plead 
 
 For mercies from above : 
 O come, and bless our souls indeed, 
 With light, and joy, and love. 
 
 4 The Gospel's promis'd land is wide, 
 
 We fain would enter in ; 
 But we are press'd on every side 
 With unbelief and sin. 
 
 5 Arise, O Lord, enlarge our coast, 
 
 Let us possess the whole, 
 That Satan may no longer boast, 
 He can thy work control. 
 
 6 Oh ! may thy hand be with us still, 
 
 Our guide and guardian be, 
 To keep us safe from ev'ry ill, 
 Till death shall set us free. 
 
192 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 7 Help us on thee to cast our care, 
 And on thy word to rest, 
 That Israel's God, who heareth pray'r, 
 Will grant us our request. 
 
 XXIII. Waiting at Wisdom's Gates. Prov. \iii. 
 34, 35. 
 
 1 Ensnar'd too long my heart has been 
 
 In folly's hurtful ways ; 
 Oh ! may I now, at length, begin 
 To hear what Wisdom says 1 
 
 2 'Tis Jesus, from the mercy- seat, 
 
 Invites me to his rest ; 
 He calls poor sinners to his feet, 
 To make them truly blest. 
 
 3 Approach, my soul, to Wisdom's gates, 
 
 While it is cali'd to-day ; 
 No one who watches there, and waits, 
 Shall e'er be turn'd away. 
 
 4 He will not let me seek in vain ; 
 
 For all who trust his word 
 Shall everlasting life obtain, 
 And favour from the Lord. 
 
 5 Lord, I have hated thee too long, 
 
 And dar'd thee to thy face ; 
 I've done my soul exceeding wrong- 
 In slighting all thy grace. 
 
 6 Now I would break my league with death, 
 
 And live to thee alone ; 
 Oh ! let thy Spirit's seal of faith 
 Secure me for thine own. 
 
Hymn 24. Seasons. 103 
 
 7 Let all the saints assembled here, 
 Yea, let all heav'n rejoice, 
 That I begin with this new year 
 To make the Lord my choice. 
 
 XXIV. Asking the Way to Zion. Jer. 1. 5. 
 
 1 Zion, the city of our God, 
 
 How glorious is the place ! 
 The Saviour there has his abode, 
 And sinners see his face ! 
 
 2 Firm against ev'ry adverse shock, 
 
 Its mighty bulwarks prove ; 
 'Tis built upon the living Rock, 
 And wall'd around with love. 
 
 3 There all the fruits of glory grow, 
 
 And joys that never die ; 
 And streams of grace and knowledge flow, 
 The soul to satisfy. 
 
 4 Come, set your faces Zion- ward, 
 
 The sacred road inquire ; 
 And let a union to the Lord 
 Be henceforth your desire. 
 
 5 The Gospel shines to give you light, 
 
 No longer, then, delay ; 
 The Spirit waits to guide you right, 
 And Jesus is the way. 
 
 6 O Lord, regard thy people's pray'r, 
 
 Thy promise now fulfil ; 
 And young and old by grace prepare 
 To dwell on Zion's hill. 
 R 
 
194 Seaso?is. Book II. 
 
 XXV. We were Pharaoh's Bondmen. Deut. vi. 
 20 — 23. 
 
 1 Beneath the tyrant Satan's yoke, 
 
 Our souls were long opprest ; 
 Till grace our galling fetters broke, 
 And gave the weary rest. 
 
 2 Jesus, in that important hour, 
 
 His mighty arm made known ; 
 He ransom 'd us by price and pow'r, 
 And claim'd us for his own. 
 
 3 Now, freed from bondage, sin, and death, 
 
 We walk in wisdom's ways ; 
 And wish to spend our ev'ry breath 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 4 Ere long, we hope with him to dwell 
 
 In yonder world above ; 
 And now we only live to tell 
 The riches of his love. 
 
 5 O might we, ere we hence remove, 
 
 Prevail upon our youth 
 To seek, that they may likewise prove, 
 His mercy and his truth. 
 
 6 Like Simeon, we shall gladly go*, 
 
 When Jesus calls us home ; 
 If they are left a seed below, 
 To serve him in our room. 
 
 7 Lord, hear our pray'r, indulge our hope, 
 
 On these thy Spirit pour, 
 That they may take our story up, 
 When we can speak no more. 
 
 * Luke ii. 29. 
 
Hymn 26. Seasons. 195 
 
 XXVI. Travailling in Birth for Souls. Gal. iv. 19. 
 
 1 What contradictions meet 
 
 In ministers ' employ ! 
 It is a bitter sweet, 
 
 A sorrow full of joy : 
 No other post affords a place 
 For equal honour or disgrace ! 
 
 2 Who can describe the pain 
 
 Which faithful preachers feel, 
 Constrain'd to speak in vain, 
 To hearts as hard as steel ! 
 Or who can tell the pleasures felt, 
 When stubborn hearts begin to melt L 
 
 3 The Saviour's dying love, 
 
 The soul's amazing worth, 
 Their utmost efforts move, 
 
 And draw their bowels forth : 
 They pray and strive, their rest departs, 
 Till Christ be form'd in sinners' hearts. 
 
 
 4 If some small hope appear, 
 They still are not content ; 
 
 But with a jealous fear, 
 They watch for the event : 
 Too oft they find their hopes deceiv'd, 
 Then how their inmost souls are griev'd ! 
 
 5 But when their pains succeed, 
 
 And from the tender blade 
 The rip'ning ears proceed, 
 
 Their toils are overpaid : 
 No harvest -joy can equal theirs, 
 To find the fruit of all their cares. 
 
190 Seasons. Book II. 
 
 6 On what has now been sown, 
 Thy blessing, Lord, bestow ; 
 The pow'r is thine alone, 
 
 To make it spring and grow : 
 Do thou the gracious harvest raise, 
 And thou alone shalt have the praise. 
 
 XXVII. We are Ambassadors for Christ. 
 2 Cor, v. 20. 
 
 1 Thy message by the preacher seal, 
 
 And let thy pow'r be known, 
 That ev'ry sinner here may feel 
 The word is not his own. 
 
 2 Amongst the foremost of the throng, 
 
 Who dare thee to thy face, 
 He in rebellion stood too long, 
 And fought against thy grace. 
 
 3 But grace prevail'd, he mercy found, 
 
 And now by thee is sent, 
 
 To tell his fellow-rebels round, 
 
 And call them to repent. 
 
 4 In Jesus, God is reconciled, 
 
 The worst may be forgiv'n; 
 Come, and he'll own you as a child, 
 And make you heir of heav'n. 
 
 5 Oh ! may the word of Gospel truth 
 
 Your chief desires engage ! ' 
 And Jesus be your guide in youth, 
 Your joy in hoary age. 
 
 6 Perhaps the year that's now begun 
 
 May prove to some their last ; 
 The sands oflife may soon be run, 
 The day of grace be past. 
 
Hymn 32. Seasons. 201 
 
 8 Dear Lord, afford our souls a spring, 
 
 Thou know'st our winter has been long; 
 Shine forth and warm our hearts to sing, 
 And thy rich grace shall be our song. 
 
 XXXII. Spring. 
 
 1 Bleak winter is subdu'd at length, 
 
 And forc'd to yield the day ; 
 The sun has wasted all his strength, 
 And driven him away. 
 
 2 And now long wish'd-for spring is come, 
 
 How alter'd is the scene ! 
 The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom, 
 The earth array 'd in green. 
 
 3 Where'er we tread, beneath our feet 
 
 The clustering flowers spring ; 
 The artless birds, in concert sweet, 
 Invite our hearts to sing. 
 
 4 But, ah ! in vain I strive to join, 
 
 Oppress'd with sin and doubt ; 
 I feel 'tis winter still within, 
 Though all is spring without. 
 
 5 Oh ! would my Saviour from on high 
 
 Break through these clouds and shine ! 
 No creature then more blest than I, 
 No song more loud than mine. 
 
 6 Till then — no softly- warbling thrush, 
 
 Nor cowslip's sweet perfume, 
 Nor beauties of each painted bush, 
 Can dissipate my gloom. 
 
202 Seasons. Book IT, 
 
 7 To Adam, soon as he transgress'd, 
 
 Thus Eden bloom'd in vain : 
 Not Paradise could give him rest, 
 Or sooth his heart-felt pain. 
 
 8 Yet here an emblem I perceive 
 
 Of what the Lord can do ; 
 Dear Saviour, help me to believe, 
 That I may flourish too. 
 
 9 Thy word can soon my hopes revive, 
 
 Can overcome my foes, 
 And make my languid graces thrive, 
 And blossom like the rose. 
 
 XXXIII. Another. 
 
 Pleasing spring again is here ! 
 Trees and fields in bloom appear ! 
 Hark ! the birds, with artless lays, 
 Warble their Creator's praise ! 
 Where, in winter, all was snow, 
 Now the ftow'rs in clusters grow ; 
 And the corn, in green array, 
 Promises a harvest day. 
 
 What a change has taken place ! 
 Emblem of the spring of grace ; 
 How the soul, in winter mourns, 
 Till the Lord, the Sun, returns ; 
 Till the Spirit's gentle rain 
 Bids the heart revive again ; 
 Then the stone is turn'd to flesh, 
 And each grace springs forth afresh. 
 
Hymn 34. Seasons. 203 
 
 3 Lord, afford a spring to me ! 
 Let me feel like what I see ! 
 Ah ! my winter has been long, 
 Chill'd my hopes, and stopp'd my song ! 
 Winter threat'ned to destroy 
 
 Faith, and love, and ev'ry joy ; 
 If thy life was in the root, 
 Still I could not yield thee fruit. 
 
 4 Speak, and by thy gracious voice 
 Make my drooping soul rejoice ; 
 O beloved Saviour, haste, 
 
 Tell me, all the storms are past : 
 On thy garden deign to smile, 
 Raise the plants, enrich the soil ; 
 Soon thy presence will restore 
 Life to what seem'd dead before. 
 
 5 Lord, I long to be at home, 
 Where these changes never come ! 
 Where the saints no winter fear, 
 Where 'tis spring throughout the year : 
 How unlike this state below ! 
 
 There the flow'rs unwith'ring blow : 
 There no chilling blasts annoy ; 
 All is love, and bloom, and joy. 
 
 XXXIV. Summer Storms*. 
 
 Though the morn may be serene, 
 Not a threat'ning cloud be seen, 
 Who can undertake to say 
 'Twill be pleasant all the day ? 
 * Book iii. Hymn 68. 
 
204 Seasons. Book IT. 
 
 Tempests suddenly may arise, 
 Darkness overspread the skies, 
 Lightnings flash, and thunders roar, 
 Ere a short-lived day be o'er. 
 
 2 Often thus the child of grace 
 Enters on his Christian race ; 
 Guilt and fear are overborne, 
 'Tis with him a summer's morn ; 
 While his new-felt joys abound, 
 All things seem to smile around ; 
 And he hopes it will be fair, 
 
 All the day, and all the year. 
 
 3 Should we warn him of a change, 
 He would think the caution strange ; 
 He no change or trouble fears, 
 
 Till the gathering storm appears*; 
 Till dark clouds his sun conceal, 
 Till temptation's powV he feel ; 
 Then he trembles and looks pale, 
 All his hopes and courage fail. 
 
 4 But the wonder-working Lord 
 Sooths the tempest by his word ; 
 Stills the thunder, stops the rain, 
 And his sun breaks forth again : 
 Soon the cloud again returns, 
 Now he joys, and now he mourns ; 
 Oft his sky is overcast, 
 Ere the day of life be past. 
 
 5 Try 'd believers too can say, 
 In the course of one short day, 
 Though the morning has been fair, 
 Prov'd a golden hour of pray Y, 
 
 Book i. Hymn 44. 
 
Hymn 35. Seasons. 205 
 
 Sin and Satan, long ere night, 
 Have their comforts put to flight ; 
 Ah ! what heart-felt peace and joy 
 Unexpected storms destroy. 
 
 6 Dearest Saviour, call us soon, 
 To thine high eternal noon ; 
 Never there shall tempest rise, 
 To conceal thee from our eyes : 
 Satan shall no more deceive, 
 We no more thy Spirit grieve ; 
 But through cloudless, endless days, 
 Sound to golden harps thy praise. 
 
 XXXV. Hay-time. 
 
 IThe grass, andflow'rs, which clothe the field, 
 And look so green and gay, 
 Touch'd by the scythe, defenceless yield, 
 And fall, and fade away. 
 
 2 Fit emblem of our mortal state ! 
 
 Thus in the Scripture glass, 
 The young, the strong, the wise, the great, 
 May see themselves but grass*. 
 
 3 Ah ! trust not to your fleeting breath, 
 
 Nor call your time your own ; 
 Around you see the scythe of death 
 Is mowing thousands down. 
 
 4 And you, who hitherto are spar'd, 
 
 Must shortly yield your lives ; 
 Your wisdom is to be prepar'd 
 Before the stroke arrives. 
 
 * Isaiah xl. 7. 
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 5 The grass, when dead, revives no more ; 
 
 You die to live again ; 
 But, oh ! if death should prove the door 
 To everlasting pain. 
 
 6 Lord, help us to obey thy call, 
 
 That, from our sins set free, 
 When like the grass our bodies fall, 
 Our souls may spring to thee. 
 
 XXXVI. Harvest. 
 
 1 See ! the corn again in ear ! 
 
 How the fields and vallies smile ! 
 Harvest now is drawing near, 
 
 To repay the farmer's toil : 
 Gracious Lord, secure the crop, 
 
 Satisfy the poor with food ; 
 In thy mercy is our hope, 
 
 We have sinn'd, but thou art good. 
 
 2 While I view the plenteous grain 
 
 As it ripens on the stalk, 
 May I not instruction gain 
 
 Helpful to my daily walk ? 
 All this plenty of the field 
 
 Was produe'd from foreign seeds ; 
 For the earth itself would yield 
 
 Only crops of useless weeds. 
 
 3 Though, when newly sown, it lay- 
 
 Hid a while beneath the ground, 
 (Some might think it thrown away,) 
 
 Now a large increase is found : 
 Though conceal'd, it was not lost, 
 
 Though it dy'd, it lives again ; 
 Eastern storms, and nipping frosts, 
 
 Have oppos'd its growth in vain. 
 
Hymn 37. Seasons. 207 
 
 4 Let the praise be all the Lord's, 
 
 As the benefit is ours ! 
 He, in season, still affords 
 
 Kindly heat, and gentle show'rs : 
 By his care the produce thrives, 
 
 Waving o'er the furrow'd lands ; 
 And when harvest time arrives, 
 
 Ready for the reaper stands. 
 
 5 Thus in barren hearts he sows 
 
 Precious seeds of heav'nly joy*; 
 Sin and hell in vain oppose, 
 
 None can grace's crop destroy : 
 Threat'ned oft, though still it blooms, 
 
 After many changes past, 
 Death, the reaper, when he comes, 
 
 Finds it fully ripe at last. 
 
 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 XXXVII. Praise for the Incarnation, 
 
 1 Sweeter sounds than music knows 
 
 Charm me in Immanuel's name ; 
 All her hopes my spirit owes 
 
 To his birth, and cross, and shame. 
 
 2 When he came, the angels sung, 
 
 " Glory be to God on high ;" 
 Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue, 
 Who should louder sing than I ? 
 
 3 Did the Lord a man become, 
 
 That he might the law fulfil, 
 Bleed and suffer in my room, 
 
 And canst thou, my tongue, be still ? 
 
 * Hosea xiv. 7.; Mark iv. 26 — 29, 
 
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 4 No, I must my praises bring, 
 
 Though they worthless are and weak ; 
 For should I refuse to sing, 
 
 Sure the very stones would speak. 
 
 5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, 
 
 Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, 
 Ev'ry precious name in one, 
 I will love thee without end. 
 
 XXXVIII. C. Jehovah-Jesus. 
 
 1 My song shall bless the Lord of all, 
 
 My praise shall climb to his abode ; 
 Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, 
 The great, supreme, the mighty God. 
 
 2 Without beginning or decline, 
 
 Object of faith, and not of sense ; 
 Eternal ages saw him shine, 
 He shines eternal ages hence. 
 
 3 As much, when in the manger laid, 
 
 Almighty Ruler of the sky, 
 As when the six days' work he made 
 Fiil'd all the morning stars with joy. 
 
 4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, 
 
 Salvation is his dearest claim ; 
 That gracious sound well pleased' he hears, 
 And owns Immanuel for his name. 
 
 5 A cheerful confidence I feel, 
 
 My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see : 
 My bosom glows with heav'nly zeal 
 To worship him who dy'd for me. 
 
Hymn 39. Seasons. 209 
 
 6 As man, he pities my complaint, 
 
 His pow'r and truth are all divine ; 
 He will not fail, he cannot faint, 
 Salvation's sure and must be mine. 
 
 XXXIX. Alan honoured above Angels. 
 
 1 Now let us join with hearts and tongues, 
 And emulate the angels' songs ; 
 
 Yea, sinners may address their King 
 In songs that angels cannot sing. 
 
 2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain* 
 But we can add a higher strain ; 
 
 Not only say, " He suffer 'd thus," 
 But that " he suffer'd all for us." 
 
 3 When angels by transgression fell, 
 Justice consign'd them all to hell ; 
 But Mercy form'd a wondrous plan, 
 To save and honour fallen man. 
 
 4 Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, 
 Assum'd our flesh to bleed and dief ; 
 And still he makes it his abode ; 
 
 As man he fills the throne of God. 
 
 5 Our next of kin, our Brother now, 
 
 Is he to whom the angels bow ; 
 
 They join with us to praise his name, 
 
 But we the nearest int'rest claim. 
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 6 But, ah ! how faint our praises rise ! 
 Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, 
 That we, who share his richest love, 
 So cold and unconcern'd should prove. 
 
 *Rev. v. tHeb. ii. 16. 
 
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2K) Seasons. Book II, 
 
 7 Oh ; glorious hour, it comes with speed ! 
 When we, from sin and darkness freed, 
 Shall see the God who died for man, 
 And praise him more than angels can*. 
 
 XL. Saturday Evening. 
 
 1 Safely through another w^eek, 
 
 God has brought us on our way ; 
 Let us now a blessing seek, 
 
 On th' approaching Sabbath-day : 
 Day of all the week the best, 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 2 Mercies multiply 'd each hour 
 
 Through the week our praise demand; 
 Guarded by Almighty pow'r, 
 
 Fed and guided by his hand : 
 Though ungrateful we have been, 
 Only made returns of sin. 
 
 3 While we pray, for pard'ning grace, 
 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
 Show thy reconciled face, 
 
 Shine away our sin and shame : 
 From our worldly care set free, 
 May we rest this night with thee. 
 
 4 When the morn shall bid us rise, ' 
 
 May we feel thy presence near 
 May thy glory meet our eyes 
 
 When we in thy house appear ! 
 There aiford us, Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 88. 
 
Hymn 41. Seasons. 211 
 
 5 May thy Gospel's joyful sound 
 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
 
 Make the fruits of grace abound, 
 Bring relief for all complaints : 
 
 Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
 
 Till we join the church above ! 
 
 THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 
 
 XLI. Ebenezer*. 
 
 The Lord, our salvation and light, 
 
 The guide of our strength and our days, 
 Has brought us together to-night, 
 
 A new Ebenezer to raise : 
 The year we have now passed through, 
 
 His goodness with blessings has crown'd, 
 Each morning his mercies were new ; 
 
 Then let our thanksgivings abound. 
 
 Encompass'd with dangers and snares, 
 
 Temptations, and fears, and complaints, 
 His ear he inclin'd to our pray'rs, 
 
 His hand open'd wide to our wants : 
 We never besought him in vain ; 
 
 When burden'd with sorrow or sin, 
 He help'd us again and again, 
 
 Or where before now had we been ? 
 
 His Gospel throughout the long year, 
 From Sabbath to Sabbath he gave ; 
 
 How oft has he met with us here, 
 And shown himself mighty to save ? 
 
 * 1 Sam. vii. 12. 
 
212 Seasons. Book II, 
 
 His candlestick has been remov'd 
 From churches once privileg'd thus ; 
 
 But though we unworthy have prov'd, 
 It still is continu'd to us. 
 
 4 For so many mercies received, 
 
 Alas ! what returns have we made ? 
 His Spirit we often have griev'd, 
 
 And evil for good have repaid : 
 How well it becomes us to cry, 
 
 " Oh ! who is a God like to thee ? 
 " Who passest iniquities by, 
 
 " And plungest them deep in the sea [ IJ 
 
 5 To Jesus, who sits on the throne, 
 
 Our best hallelujahs we bring ; 
 To thee it is owing alone 
 
 That we are permitted to sing : 
 Assist us, we pray, to lament 
 
 The sins of the year that is past ; 
 And grant that the next may be spent 
 
 Far more to thy praise than the last. 
 
 XLII. knottier. 
 
 1 Let hearts and tongues unite, 
 
 And loud thanksgivings raise : , 
 'Tis duty mingl'd with delight, 
 To sing the Saviour's praise. 
 
 2 To him we owe our breath, 
 
 He took us from the womb, 
 Which else had shut us up in death, 
 And prov'd an early tomb. 
 
Hymn 42. Seasons. 213 
 
 3 When on the breast we hung, 
 
 Our help was in the Lord ; 
 'Twas he first taught our infant tongue 
 To form the lisping word. 
 
 4 When in our blood we lay, 
 
 He would not let us die, 
 Because his love had fix'd a day 
 To bring salvation nigh. 
 
 5 In childhood and in youth, 
 
 His eye was on us still ; 
 Though strangers to his love and truth, 
 And prone to cross his will. 
 
 6 And since his name we knew, 
 
 How gracious has he been ; 
 What dangers has he led us through, 
 What mercies have we seen ! 
 
 7 Now through another year, 
 
 Supported by his care, 
 We raise our Ebenezer here, 
 " The Lord has help'd thus far." 
 
 8 Our lot in future years 
 
 Unable to foresee, 
 He kindly to prevent our fears, 
 Says, " Leave it all to me." 
 
 9 Yea, Lord, we wish to cast 
 
 Our cares upon thy breast ! 
 Help us to praise thee for the past, 
 And trust thee for the rest. 
 
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 II. ORDINANCES. 
 
 XLIII. On opening a Place for social Prayer. 
 
 1 O Lord, our languid souls inspire, 
 
 For here, we trust, thou art ! 
 
 Send down a coal of heav'nly fire, 
 
 To warm each waiting heart. 
 
 2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, 
 
 Thy presence now display ; 
 As thou hast giv'n a place for pray'r, 
 So give us hearts to pray. 
 
 3 Show us some token of thy love, 
 
 Our fainting hope to raise ; 
 And pour thy blessings from above, 
 That we may render praise. 
 
 4 Within these walls let holy peace, 
 
 And love, and concord dwell ; 
 Here give the troubled conscience ease. 
 The wounded spirit heal. 
 
 5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 
 
 The humbled mind bestow ; 
 
 And shine upon us from on high, 
 
 To make our graces grow ! 
 
 6 May we in faith receive thy word, 
 
 In faith present our pray'rs ; 
 And, in the presence of our Lord, 
 Unbosom all our cares. 
 
 7 And may the Gospel's joyful sound, 
 
 Enforc'd by mighty grace, 
 
 Awaken many sinners round, 
 
 To come and fill the place. 
 
Hymn 44. Ordinances. 215 
 
 XLIV. C. Another. 
 
 1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, 
 There they behold thy mercy- seat ; 
 Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, 
 And ev'ry place is hallow 'd ground. 
 
 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
 
 Such ever bring thee where they come, 
 And going, take thee to their home. 
 
 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
 Thy former mercies here renew ; 
 Here, to our waiting hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of thy saving name. 
 
 4 Here may we prove the pow'r of pray V, 
 To strengthen faith and sweeten care ; 
 To teach our faint desires to rise, 
 And bring all heav'n before our eyes. 
 
 5 Behold, at thy commanding word, 
 We stretch the curtain and the cord*; 
 Come thou and fill this wider space, 
 And bless us with a large increase. 
 
 6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near ; 
 Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear ; 
 Oh ! rend the heav'ns, come quickly down, 
 And make a thousand hearts thine own ! 
 
 * Isaiah liv. 2. 
 
216 Ordinances. Book II. 
 
 XLV. The Lord's Day. 
 
 1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd 
 
 With six days' noise, and care, and toil, 
 Is the returning day of rest, 
 Which hides them from the world a while ! 
 
 2 Now from the throng withdrawn away, 
 
 They seem to breathe a difPrent air ; 
 ComposM and soft'ned by the day, 
 All things another aspect wear. 
 
 3 How happy if their lot is cast 
 
 Where statedly the Gospel sounds ! 
 The word is honey to their taste, [wounds ! 
 Renews their strength, and heals their 
 
 4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home, 
 
 With sharp afflictions daily fed, 
 It makes amends, if they can come 
 
 To God's own house for heav'nly bread! 
 
 5 With joy they hasten to the place 
 
 Where they their Saviour oft have met ; 
 And while they feast upon his grace, 
 Their burdens and their griefs forget. 
 
 6 This favour'd lot my friends is ours, 
 
 May we the privilege improve, , 
 And find these consecrated hours 
 Sweet earnests of the joys above ! 
 
 7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord : 
 
 Here we thy promis'd presence seek ; 
 Open thine hand, with blessings stor'd, 
 And give us manna for the week. 
 
Hymn 46. Ordinances* til 
 
 XL VI. Gospel Privileges. 
 
 1 O happy they who know the Lord, 
 
 With whom he deigns to dwell ! 
 He feeds and cheers them by his word, 
 His arm supports them well. 
 
 2 To them, in each distressing hour, 
 
 His throne of grace is near ; 
 And when they plead his love and pow'r, 
 He stands engag'd to hear. 
 
 3 He help'd his saints, in ancient days, 
 
 Who trusted in his name ; 
 And we can witness, to his praise, 
 His love is still the same. 
 
 4 Wand 'ring in sin, our souls he found, 
 
 And bid us seek his face ; 
 Gave us to hear the Gospel sound, 
 And taste the Gospel grace. 
 
 5 Oft in his house his glory shines, 
 
 Before our wond ring eyes ; 
 We wish not then for golden mines, 
 Or aught beneath the skies. 
 
 6 His presence sweetens all our cares, 
 
 And makes our burdens light ; 
 A word from him dispels our fears, 
 And gilds the gloom of night. 
 
 7 Lord, we expect to suffer here, 
 
 Nor would we dare repine ; 
 But give us still to find thee near, 
 And own us still for thine. 
 
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 8 Let us enjoy and highly prize 
 These tokens of thy love, 
 Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise, 
 To worship thee above. 
 
 XLVII. Another. 
 
 1 Happy are they to whom the Lord 
 
 His gracious name makes known ! 
 And by his Spirit, and his word, 
 Adopts them for his own ! 
 
 2 He calls them to his mercy- seat, 
 
 And hears their humble pray'r ; 
 And when within his house they meet, 
 They find his presence near. 
 
 3 The force of their united cries 
 
 No pow'r can long withstand ; 
 For Jesus helps them from the skies ; 
 By his almighty hand. 
 
 4 Then mountains sink at once to plains, 
 
 And light from darkness springs ; 
 Each seeming loss improves their gains, 
 Each trouble comfort brings. 
 
 5 Though men despise them or revile, 
 
 They count their trial small ; 
 Whoever frowns, if Jesus smile, 
 It makes amends for all. 
 
 6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed, 
 
 And, like their Saviour, poor ; 
 They would not change their Gospel bread 
 For all the worldling's store. 
 
Hymn 48. Ordinances. 219 
 
 7 When cheer 'd with faith's sublimer joys, 
 
 They mount on eagles' wings ; 
 
 They can disdain as children's toys, 
 
 The pride and pomp of kings. 
 
 8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay 
 
 The debt of praise we owe, 
 That we enjoy a Gospel day, 
 And heav'n begun below. 
 
 XL VIII. Praise for the Continuance of the Gos/iel*. 
 
 1 Once, while we aim'd at Zion's songs, 
 
 A sudden mourning check 'd our tongues ! 
 Then we were call'd to sow in tears 
 The seeds of joy for future years. 
 
 2 Oft as that memorable hour 
 
 The changing year brings round again, 
 We meet to praise the love and pow'r 
 Which heard our cries, and eas'd our pain. 
 
 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, 
 
 Unite in praise for answer'd pray'r ! 
 
 Did not the Lord our sorrows mark ? 
 
 Did not our sighing reach his ear ? 
 
 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside, 
 
 And all our cares summ'd up in one ; 
 " Let us but have thy word,'' we cry'd, 
 " In other things thy will be done." 
 
 * Wherever a separation is threatened between 
 a minister and people who dearly love each other, 
 this hymn may be as seasonable as it was once in 
 Olney. 
 
Ordinances. Book IT. 
 
 5 Since he has granted our request, 
 
 And we still hear the Gospel voice ; 
 Although by many trials prest, 
 In this we can and will rejoice. 
 
 6 Though to our lot temptations fall, 
 
 Though pain, and want, and cares annoy; 
 The precious Gospe sweetens all, 
 
 And yields us med'cine, food, and joy. 
 
 XLIX. A Famine of the Word. 
 
 \ Gl a d n e s s was spread through Israel's host 
 When first they manna view'd ; 
 They labour'd who should gather most, 
 And thought it pleasant food. 
 
 2 Bu f - when they had it long enjoy'd, 
 
 From day to day the same, 
 Their hearts were by the plenty cloy'd, 
 Although from heav'n it came. 
 
 3 Thus Gospel bread at first is priz'd, 
 
 And makes a people glad ; 
 But afterwards too much despis'd, 
 When easy to be had : 
 
 4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold 
 
 The bread his mercy sends ; . 
 
 To have our houses iill'd with gold 
 
 Would make but poor amends. 
 
 5 How tedious would the week appear, 
 
 How dull the Sabbath prove, 
 Gonld we no longer meet to hear 
 The precious truths we love ? 
 
Hymn 50. Ordinances. 221 
 
 6 How would believing parents bear. 
 
 To leave their heedless youth 
 Expos'd to ev'ry fatal snare, 
 Without the light of truth ? 
 
 7 The Gospel, and a praying few, 
 
 Our bulwark long have prov'd ; 
 But Olney sure the day will rue 
 When these shall be remov'd. 
 
 8 Then sin in this once-favour'd town, 
 
 Will triumph unrestrain'd ; 
 And wrath and vengeance hasten down, 
 No more by pray'r detain'd : 
 
 9 Preserve us from this judgment, Lord, 
 
 For Jesus' sake we plead ; 
 A famine of the Gospel word 
 Would be a stroke indeed ! 
 
 L. Prayer for Ministers. 
 
 1 Chief Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, 
 
 From death and sin set free ; 
 May ev'ry under shepherd keep 
 His eye intent on thee ! 
 
 2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare 
 
 To execute thy will ; 
 Compassion, patience, love, and care, 
 And faithfulness and skill. 
 
 3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal 
 
 Their flocks to feed and teach ; 
 And let them live, and let them feel 
 The sacred truths they preach. 
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 4 Oh ! never let the sheep complain 
 
 That toys, which fools amuse, 
 
 Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain, 
 
 Debase the shepherd's views. 
 
 5 He that for these forbears to feed 
 
 The souls whom Jesus loves, 
 Whate'er he may profess or plead, 
 An idol- shepherd proves*. 
 
 6 The sword of God shall break his arm, 
 
 A blast shall blind his eye ; 
 His word shall have no pow'r to warm, 
 His gifts shall all grow dry. 
 
 7 O Lord, avert this heavy wo, 
 
 Let all thy shepherds say ! 
 And grace and strength on each bestow 
 To labour while 'tis day. 
 
 LI. Prayer for a Revival.' 
 
 1 Saviour, visit thy plantation, 
 
 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! 
 All will come to desolation, 
 
 Unless thou return again : 
 Keep no longer at a distance, 
 
 Shine upon us from on high ; 
 Lest, for want of thine assistance, . 
 
 Ev'ry plant should droop and die. 
 
 2 Surely, once thy garden flourished, 
 
 Ev'ry part look'd gay and green ; 
 Then thy word our spirits nourish'd, 
 Happy seasons we have seen ! 
 
 * Zechariah xi. 17. 
 
Hymn 52. Ordinances. 223 
 
 But a drought has since succeeded, 
 
 And a sad decline we see ; 
 Lord, thy help is greatly needed ; 
 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 3 Where are those we counted leaders, 
 
 FilPd with zeal, and love, and truth f 
 Old professors, tall as cedars, 
 
 Bright examples to our youth ! 
 Some, in whom we once delighted, 
 
 We shall meet no more below ; 
 Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, 
 
 Scarce a single leaf they show. 
 
 4 Younger plants — the sight how pleasant, 
 
 Cover'd thick with blossoms stood ; 
 But they cause us grief at present, 
 
 Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud ! 
 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither, 
 
 Thou canst make them bloom again ; 
 Oh, permit them not to wither, 
 
 Let not all our hopes be vain ! 
 
 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, 
 
 Make us prevalent in pray'rs ; 
 Let each one, esteem'd thy servant, 
 
 Shun the world's bewitching snares ; 
 Break the tempter's fatal power, 
 
 Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
 And begin, from this good hour, 
 
 To revive thy work afresh. 
 
 LII. Hoping for a Revival. 
 
 1 My harp untun'd, and laid aside, 
 
 (To cheerful hours the harp belongs,) 
 My cruel foes, insulting cry'd, 
 
 " Come, sing us one of Zion's songs." 
 
224> Ordinances, Book II. 
 
 2 Alas ! when sinners, blindly bold, 
 
 At Zion scoff, and Zion's King ; 
 When zeal declines and love grows cold. 
 Is this a day for me to sing ? 
 
 3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, 
 
 With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; 
 But now, like Eli, sad I sit, 
 
 And tremble for the ark of God. 
 
 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way. 
 
 To see the work of God decline ; 
 Methought I heard my Saviour say, 
 " Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 
 
 5 " Though for a time I hide my face, 
 
 " Rely upon my love and pow'r ; 
 " Still wrestle at a throne of grace, 
 " And wait for a reviving hour. 
 
 6 " Take down thy long neglected harp, 
 
 u I've seen thy tears and heard thy pray'r 
 " The winter season has been sharp, 
 <r But spring shall all its wastes repair." 
 
 7 Lord, I obey ; my hopes revive ; 
 
 Come join with me, ye saints, and sing ; 
 Our foes in vain against us strive, 
 For God will help and healing bring. 
 
 SACRAMENTAL HYMNS. 
 
 LUI. C. Welcome to the Table. 
 
 1 This is the feast of heav'nly wine, 
 And God invites to sup : 
 The juices of the living vine 
 Were press 'd, to ill the cup. 
 
Hymn 54. Ordinances. 225 
 
 2 Oh ! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, 
 
 With royal dainties fed ; 
 Not heav'n affords a costlier treat, 
 For Jesus is the bread. 
 
 3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, 
 
 Ye trembling souls, appear ! 
 The righteous in their own esteem 
 Have no acceptance here. 
 
 4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse 
 
 The banquet spread for you : 
 Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, 
 Then I may venture too. 
 
 5 If guik and sin afford a plea, 
 
 And may obtain a place, 
 Surely the Lord will welcome me, 
 And I shall see his face. 
 
 LIV. Christ crucified. 
 
 1 Wh e n on the cross my Lord I see, 
 Bleeding to death for wretched me, 
 Satan and sin no more can move, 
 For I am all transform'd to love. 
 
 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart ; 
 In ev'ry groan I bear a part ; 
 
 I view his wounds with streaming eyes ; 
 But see ! he bows his head, and dies ! 
 
 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, 
 Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood ! 
 Behold his side, and venture near, 
 
 The well of endless life is here. 
 
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 4 Here I forget my cares and pains ; 
 
 I drink, yet still my thirst remains ; 
 Only the fountain head above 
 Can satisfy the thirst of love. 
 
 5 Oh, that I thus could always feel ! 
 Lord, more and mpre thy love reveal ! 
 Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim 
 The grace and glory of thy name. 
 
 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, 
 Revives my heart, and charms my ear ; 
 Affords a balm for ev'ry wound, 
 And Satan trembles at the sound. 
 
 " LV. C. Jesus hasting to suffer , 
 
 The Saviour, what -a noble flame 
 Was kindled in his breast, 
 
 When, hasting to Jerusalem, 
 He march'd before the rest ! 
 
 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 
 His ev'ry thought engross ; 
 
 He longs to be baptized with blood*, 
 He pants to reach the cross. 
 
 With all his sufferings full in view, 
 And woes to us unknown, 
 
 Forth to the task his spirit flew, . 
 'Twas love that urg'd him on. 
 
 Lord, we return thee what we can ! 
 
 Our hearts shall sound abroad, 
 Salvation, to the dying Man, 
 
 And to the rising God ! 
 
 * Luke xii. 50. 
 
Hymn 5G. Ordinances. 227 
 
 5 And while thy bleeding glories here 
 Engage our wond'ring eyes, 
 We learn our lighter cross to bear. 
 And hasten to the skies. 
 
 LVI. It is good to be here. 
 
 1 Let me dwell on Golgotha, 
 Weep and love my life away ! 
 While I see him on the tree, 
 Weep, and bleed, and die for me ! 
 
 2 Trnt dear blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Shows my sin in all its guilt : 
 Ah,? my soul ! he bore thy load ; 
 Thou 1 * hast slain the Lamb of God. 
 
 3 Hark ! -his dying word, " Forgive, 
 " Father, let the sinner live ; 
 
 " Sinner, wipe thy tears away, 
 " I thy ransom freely pay." 
 
 4 While I hear this grace reveal'd, 
 And obtain a pardon seal'd, 
 
 AH my soft affections move, 
 Weaken'd by the force of love. 
 
 5 Farewell, world, thy gold is dross, 
 Now I see the bleeding cross ; 
 Jesus dy'd to set me free 
 
 From the law, and sin, and thee ! 
 
 6 He has dearly bought my soul ; 
 Lord, accept, and claim the whole ; 
 To thy will I all resign, 
 
 Now no more my own, but thine. 
 
223 Ordinances, Book II". 
 
 LVII. Looking at the Cross. 
 
 1 In evil long I took delight, 
 
 Unaw'd by shame or fear, 
 Till a new object struck my sight, 
 And stopp'd my wild career. 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 
 In agonies and blood, 
 Who fix'd has languid eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure, never till my latest breath 
 
 Can I forget that look ; 
 It seem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, 
 
 And plung'd me in despair ; 
 
 I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 5 Alas ! I knew not what I did ; 
 
 But now my tears are vain ; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? 
 For I the Lord have slain. 
 
 6 A second look he gave, which said, 
 
 " I freely all forgive : 
 " This blood is for thy ransom paid, 
 " I die, that thou mayst live." 
 
 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays 
 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 (Such is the mystery of grace,) 
 It seals my pardon too. 
 
Hymn 5S. Ordinances, 229 
 
 8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy 
 My spirit nojv is fill'd, 
 That I should such a life destroy, 
 Yet live by him I kilPd. 
 
 LVIII. Sufifilies in the Wilderness. 
 
 1 When Israel, by divine command, 
 
 The pathless desert trod, 
 They found, though 'twas a barren land, 
 A sure resource in God. 
 
 2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, 
 
 And screen'd them from the heat ; 
 From the hard rocks the water flow'd, 
 And manna was their meat. 
 
 3 Like them, we have a rest in view, 
 
 Secure from adverse pow'rs : 
 Like them we pass the desert too, 
 But Israel's God is ours. 
 
 4 Yes, in this barren wilderness 
 
 He is to us the same, 
 By his appointed means of grace, 
 As once he was to them. 
 
 5 His word a light before us spreads, 
 
 By which our path we see ; 
 His love a banner o'er our heads, 
 From harm preserves us free. 
 
 6 Jesus, the bread of life, is giv'n 
 
 To be our daily food ; 
 We drink a wondrous stream from heav'n, 
 'Tis water, wine, and blood. 
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 7 Lord, 'tis enough, I ask no more, 
 These blessings are divine ; 
 I envy not the worldling's store, 
 If Christ and heav'n are mine. 
 
 LIX. Communion with the Saiiits in Glory. 
 
 1 Re freshed by the bread and wine, 
 
 The pledges of our Saviour's love ; 
 Now let our hearts and voices join 
 In songs of praise with those above. 
 
 2 Do they sing, " Worthy is the Lamb ?" 
 
 Altho* we cannot reach their strains, 
 Yet we, through grace, can sing the same, 
 For us he dy'd, for us he reigns. 
 
 3 If they behold him face to face, 
 
 While we a glimpse can only see ; 
 Yet equal debtors to his grace, 
 As safe and as belov'd are we. 
 
 4 They had, like us, a suffering time, 
 
 Our cares, and fears, and griefs they knew ; 
 But they have conquer'd all through him, 
 And we ere long shall conquer too. 
 
 5 Though all the songs of saints in light 
 
 Are far beneath his matchless worth, 
 His grace is such, he will not slight 
 The poor attempts of worms on earth. 
 
Hymn 60. Ordinances,, 231 
 
 ON PRAYER. 
 
 LX. C. Exhortation to Prayer. 
 
 1 Wh a t various hindrances we meet 
 In coming to a mercy seat ! 
 
 Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, 
 But wishes to be often there. 
 
 2 Pray'r makes the darkled cloud withdraw, 
 Pray r climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
 Gives exercise to faith and love, 
 
 Brings ev'ry blessing from above. 
 
 3 Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight ; 
 Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright ; 
 And Satan trembles when he sees 
 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. 
 
 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, 
 Success was found on Israel's side ; 
 
 But when through weariness they fail'd, 
 That moment Amalek prevair'd*. 
 
 5 Have you no words ? all ! think again, 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow creature's ear 
 With the sad tale of all your care. 
 
 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
 To heav'n in supplication sent, 
 
 Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, 
 " Hear what the Lord has done for me." 
 * Exodus xvii. 11. 
 
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 LXI. Power of Prayer. 
 
 1 In themselves, as weak as worms, 
 
 How can poor believers stand, 
 When temptations, foes, and storms, 
 Press them close on ev'ry hand ? 
 
 2 Weak, indeed, they feel they are, 
 
 But they know the throne of grace ; 
 And the God who answers pray'r 
 Helps them when they seek his face. 
 
 3 Though the Lord a while delay, 
 
 Succour they at length obtain ; 
 
 He who taught their hearts to pray, 
 
 Will not let them cry in vain. 
 
 4 Wrestling pray'r can wonders do, 
 
 Bring relief in deepest straits ; 
 Pray'r can force a passage through 
 Iron bars and brazen gates. 
 
 5 Hezekiah on his knees 
 
 Proud Assyria's host subdu'd ; 
 And when smitten with disease, 
 Had his life by pray'r renew 'd. 
 
 G Peter, though confin'd and chain 'd, 
 
 Pray'r prevail'd and brought him out ; 
 When Elijah pray'd, it rain'd, 
 After three long years of drought. 
 
 7 We can likewise witness bear, 
 That the Lord is still the same ; 
 Though we fear'd he would not hear, 
 Suddenly deliverance came. 
 
Hymn G2. Ordinances. 233 
 
 8 For the wonders he has wrought, 
 Let us now our praises give ; 
 And by sweet experience taught, 
 Call upon him while we live. 
 
 ON THE SCRIPTURE. 
 
 LXII. C. The Light and Glory of the Word. 
 
 1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 
 
 And brings the truth to sight ; 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A sanctifying light. 
 
 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic like the sun ; 
 It gives a light to ev'ry age, 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 3 The hand that gave it still supplies 
 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 His truths upon the nations rise, 
 They rise but never set. 
 
 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heav'nly day. 
 
 5 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 
 The steps of him I love ; 
 Till glory breaks upon my view 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
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 LXIII. The Ward more precious than Gold. 
 
 1 Precious Bible ! what a treasure 
 
 Does the word of God afford ! 
 All I want for life or pleasure, 
 
 Food & Med'cine, Shield & Sword: 
 Let the world account me poor, 
 Having this I need no more. 
 
 2 Food to which the world's a stranger, 
 
 Here my hungry soul enjoys; 
 Of excess there is no danger, 
 
 Though it fills, it never cloys : 
 On a dying Christ I feed, 
 He is meat and drink indeed ! 
 
 3 "When my faith is faint and sickly, 
 
 Or when Satan wounds my mind, 
 Cordials to revive me quickly, 
 Healing Med'cines here I find ; 
 To the promises I flee, 
 Each affords a remedy. 
 
 4 In the hour of dark temptation 
 
 Satan cannot make me yield ; 
 For the word of consolation 
 Is to me a mighty Shield : 
 While the Scripture-truths are sure, 
 From his malice I'm secure. 
 
 5 Vain his threats to overcome me, 
 
 When I take the Spirit's sword ; 
 Then with ease I drive him from me, 
 Satan trembles at the word : 
 'Tis a Sword for conquest made, 
 Keen the edge, and strong the blade. 
 
Hymn 64. Providences, 235 ; 
 
 6 Shall I envy then the miser, 
 
 Doating on his golden store ? 
 Sure I am, or should he wiser, 
 
 I am rich, 'tis he is poor : 
 Jesus gives me in his word, 
 Food and Med'cine, Shield and Sword, 
 
 III. PROVIDENCES. 
 
 LXIV. On the Commencement of Hostilities in 
 America. 
 
 1 The gathering clouds, with aspect dark, 
 
 A rising storm presage ; 
 Oh ! to be hid within the ark, 
 And shelter 'd from its rage ! 
 
 2 See the commission'd angel frown* ! 
 
 That vial in his hand, 
 Fill'd with fierce wrath, is pouring down 
 Upon our guilty land ! 
 
 3 Ye saints, unite in wrestling pray'r, 
 
 If yet there may be hope ; 
 Who knows but mercy yet may spare, 
 And bid the angel stopf ? 
 
 4 Already is the plague begun J, 
 
 And fir'd with hostile rage, 
 Brethren, by blood, and int'rest one, 
 With brethren now engage. 
 
 5 Peace spreads her wings, prepar'd for night, 
 
 And war, with naming sword, 
 And hasty strides, draws nigh, to fight 
 The battles of the Lord. 
 
 J Rev. xvi. 1. t 2 Sam, xxiv. 16. \ Njam. xvi. 46, 
 
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 6 The first alarm, alas ! how few, 
 
 While distant, seem to hear ! 
 But they will hear, and tremble too, 
 When God shall send it near. 
 
 7 So thunder o'er the distant hills 
 
 Gives but a murm'ring sound ; 
 
 But as the tempest spreads, it fills 
 
 And shakes the welkin* round. 
 
 8 May we, at least, with one consent, 
 
 Fall low before the throne ; 
 With tears the nation's sins lament, 
 The church's, and our own. 
 
 9 The humble souls who mourn and pray, 
 
 The Lord approves and knows ; 
 His mark secures them in the day 
 When vengeance strikes his foes. 
 
 FAST-DAY HYMNS. 
 
 LXV. Confession and Prayer. Dec. 13, 1776. 
 
 1 Oh! may the pow'r which melts the rock 
 
 Be felt by all assembled here ! 
 Or else our service will but mock 
 The God whom we profess to fear. 
 
 2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land, 
 
 Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee ! 
 We own thy just uplifted hand, • 
 
 Which thousands cannot, will not see. 
 
 3 How long hast thou bestow 'd thy care 
 
 On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot ; 
 While other nations, far and near, 
 Have envied and admir'd our lot. 
 * Firmament, or Atmosphere. 
 
Hymn 66. Providences. 237 
 
 4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, 
 
 The glorious Gospel brightly shone ; 
 And oft our enemies have felt 
 
 That God has made our cause his own. 
 
 5 But, ah ! both heav'n and earth have heard 
 
 Our vile requital of his love ! 
 We, whom like children he has rear'd, 
 Rebels against his goodness prove*. 
 
 6 His grace despis'd, his pow'r defy'd, 
 
 And legions of the blackest crimes, 
 Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride, 
 
 Are signs that mark the present times. 
 
 7 The Lord, displeas'd, has rais'd his rod ; 
 
 Ah ! where are now the faithful few 
 Who tremble for the ark of God, 
 And know what Israel ought to dof ? 
 
 8 Lord, hear thy people ev'ry where, 
 
 Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray ; 
 The nation and thy churches spare, 
 And let thy wrath be turn'd away.: 
 
 LXVI. Moses and Amalek\. Feb. 27, 1778, 
 
 1 While Joshua led the armed bands 
 
 Of Israel forth to war ; 
 Moses apart, with lifted hands, 
 Engag'd in humble pray'r. 
 
 2 The armed bands had quickly fail'd, 
 
 And perish'd in the fight, 
 If Moses' pray'r had not prevail'd 
 To put the foes to flight. 
 
 * Isa. i. 2. t 1 Chron. xii. 32. J Exod. xvii. 9. 
 
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 3 When Moses' hands through weakness 
 
 The warriors fainted too ; [dropp'd, 
 
 Israel's success at once was stopp'd, 
 And Am'lek bolder grew. 
 
 4 A people, always prone to boast, 
 
 Were taught by this suspense, 
 That not a num'rous armed host, 
 But God was their defence. 
 
 .5 We now of fleets and armies vaunt, 
 And ships and men prepare ; 
 But men like Moses most we want, 
 To save the state by pray'r. 
 
 6 Yet, Lord, we hope thou hast prepar'd 
 
 A hidden few to-day, 
 (The nation's secret strength and guard,) 
 To weep, and H*ourn, and pray. 
 
 7 O hear their pray'rs, and g^jit us aid, 
 
 Bid war and discord cea^e ; 
 Heal the sad breach which sin has made, 
 And bless us all with peace. 
 
 LXVII. The Hiding "Place. 
 
 See the gloomy gath'ring cloud, 
 
 Hanging o'er a sinful land ! 
 Sure the Lord proclaims aloud, 
 
 Times of trouble are at hand : 
 Happy they who love his name ! 
 
 They shall always find him near ; 
 Though the earth were wrapp'd in flattie, 
 
 They have no just cause for fear. 
 
Hymn 68. Providences, 239 
 
 2 Hark, his voice in accents mild, 
 
 (Oh, how comforting and sweet !) 
 Speaks to every humble child, 
 
 Pointing out a sure retreat ! 
 " Come, and in my chambers hide*, 
 
 " To my saints of old well known ; 
 <l There you safely may abide, 
 
 " Till the storm be overblown. 
 
 3 " You have only to repose 
 
 " On my wisdom, love, and care ; 
 " When my wrath consumes my foes, 
 
 " Mercy shall my children spare ; 
 " While they perish in the flood, 
 
 " You that bear my holy markf , 
 " Sprinkled with atoning blood, 
 
 " Shall be safe within the ark.*' 
 
 4 Sinners, see the ark prepar'd ! 
 
 Haste to enter while there's room ; 
 Though the Lord his arm has bar'd, 
 
 Mercy still retards your doom : 
 Seek him while there yet is hope, 
 
 Ere the day of grace be past, 
 Lest in wrath he give you up, 
 
 And this call should prove your last. 
 
 LXVIII. On the Earthquake. Sept. 8, 1775. 
 
 Although on massy pillars built, 
 
 The earth has lately shook ; 
 It trembles under Britain's guilt, 
 
 Before its Maker's look. 
 
 * Isa. xxvi. 20. f Ezek. ix. 4, 
 
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 2 Swift as the shock amazement spreads, 
 
 And sinners tremble too ; 
 What flight can screen their guilty heads, 
 If earth itself pursue ? 
 
 3 But mercy spar'd us while it warn'd, 
 
 The shock is felt no more ; 
 And mercy, now, alas ! is scorn'd 
 By sinners, as before. 
 
 4 But if these warnings prove in vain, 
 
 Say, sinner, canst thou tell, 
 How soon the earth may quake again, 
 And open wide to hell. 
 
 5 Repent before the Judge draws nigh ; 
 
 Or else when he comes down, 
 Thou wilt in vain for earthquakes cry, 
 To hide thee from his frown*. 
 
 6 But happy they who love the Lord, 
 
 And his salvation know ; 
 The hope that's founded on his word, 
 No change can overthrow. 
 
 1 Should the deep-rooted hills be hurl'd, 
 And plung'd beneath the seas, 
 And strong convulsions shake the world, 
 Your hearts may rest in peace. 
 
 8 Jesus, your Shepherd, Lord, and Chief, 
 Shall shelter you from ill ; 
 And not a worm or shaking leaf 
 Can move, but at his will. 
 
 * Rev. vi. 16. 
 
Hymn 60. Providences. 241 
 
 LXIX. On the Fire at Olney. Sept. 22, 1 777. 
 
 1 Wearied by day with toil and cares, 
 
 How welcome is the peaceful night ! 
 Sweet sleep our wasted strength repairs, 
 And fits us for returning light. 
 
 2 Yet when our eyes in sleep are clos'd, 
 
 Our rest may break ere well begun ; 
 To dangers ev'ry hour expos 'd, 
 We neither can foresee nor shun. 
 
 3 'Tis of the Lord that we can sleep 
 
 A single night without alarms ; 
 His eye alone our lives can keep 
 Secure amidst a thousand harms. 
 
 4 For months and years of safety past 
 
 Ungrateful we, alas ! have been ; 
 Though, patient long, he spoke at last, 
 And bid the fire rebuke our sin. 
 
 5 The shout of fire ! a dreadful cry, 
 
 Impress'd each heart with deep dismay ; 
 While the fierce blaze and redd'ning sky 
 Made midnight wear the face of day. 
 
 6 The throng and terror who can speak ? 
 
 The various sounds that fill'd the air ! 
 The infant's wail, the mother's shriek, 
 The voice of blasphemy and pray'r ! 
 
 7 But pray 'r prevail'd and sav'd the town ; 
 
 The few who lov'd the Saviour's name 
 Were heard, and mercy hasted down, 
 To change the wind, and stop the flame. 
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 8 Oh, may that night be ne'er forgot ! 
 Lord, still increase thy praying few ! 
 Were Olney left without a Lot, .; 
 Ruin like Sodom's would ensue. 
 
 LXX. A Welcome to Christian Friends. 
 
 1 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, 
 
 A hearty welcome here receive ; 
 May we together now partake, 
 The joys which only he can give ! 
 
 2 To you and us by grace 'tis giv'n 
 
 To know the Saviour's precious name ; 
 And shortly we shall meet in heav'n, 
 Our hope, our way, our end, the same. 
 
 3 May he, by whose kind care we meet, 
 
 Send his good Spirit from above, 
 Make our communications sweet, 
 
 And cause our hearts to burn with love ! 
 
 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
 
 When Christians see each other thus ; 
 We only wish to speak of him, 
 
 Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 
 
 5 We'll talk of all he did and said, 
 
 And suffer'd for us here below ; 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
 And what he's doing for us now. 
 
 6 Thus, as the moments pass away, 
 
 We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
 And hasten on the glorious day, 
 
 When we shall meet to part no more. 
 
Hymn 11. Providences. 243 
 
 LXXI. At Parting. 
 
 1 As the sun's enliv'ning eye 
 
 Shines on ev'ry place the same ; 
 So the Lord is alwa) s nigh 
 
 To the souls that love his name. 
 
 2 When they move at duty's call, 
 
 He is with them by the way ; 
 He is ever with them all, 
 
 Those who go, and those who stay. 
 
 3 From his holy mercy- seat 
 
 Nothing can their souls confine ; 
 Still in spirit they may meet, 
 And m sweet communion join. 
 
 4 For a season call'd to part, 
 
 Let us then ourselves commend 
 To the gracious eye and heart 
 Of our ever-present Friend. 
 
 5 Jesus, hear our humble pray'r ! 
 
 Tender Shepherd of thy sheep ! 
 Let thy mercy and thy care 
 All our souls in safety keep. 
 
 6 In thy strength may we be strong, 
 
 Sweeten ev'ry cross and pain ; 
 Give us, if we live, ere long, 
 Here to meet in peace again. 
 
 7 Then, if thou thy help afford, 
 
 Ebenezers shall be rear'd ; 
 And our souls shall praise the Lord, 
 Who our poor petitions heard. 
 
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 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 LXXII. On the Death of a Believer. 
 
 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint 
 
 The moment after death, 
 The glories that surround the saints, 
 When yielding up their breath. 
 
 2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks ; 
 
 We scarce can say, " They're gone V y 
 Before the willing spirit takes 
 Her mansion near the throne. 
 
 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 
 
 To trace her in her flight : 
 No eye can pierce within the vail 
 Which hides that world of light. 
 
 4 Thus much, (and this is all,) we know, 
 
 They are completely blest ; 
 Have done with sin, and care, and wo, 
 And with their Saviour rest. 
 
 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, 
 
 His face they always view : 
 Then let us follow'rs be of them, 
 That we may praise him too. 
 
 6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, 
 
 Should make their mem'ry dear ; 
 And, Lord, do thou the pray'rs fulfil 
 They offer'd for us here ! 
 
 7 While they have gain'd, we losers are, 
 
 We miss them day by day ; 
 But thou canst ev'ry breach repair, 
 And wipe our tears away. 
 
Hymn 74. Providences, 245 
 
 8 We pray, as in Elisba's case, 
 When great Elijah went, 
 May double portions of thy grace, 
 To us who stay, be sent. 
 
 LXXIII. C. On the Death of a Minister. 
 
 1 His master taken from his head, 
 
 Elisha saw him go ; 
 And, in desponding accents said, 
 " Ah, what must Israel do !" 
 
 2 But he forgot the Lord who lifts 
 
 The beggar to the throne ; 
 Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts 
 Will soon be made his own. 
 
 3 What ! when a Paul has run his course ; 
 
 Or when Apollos dies, 
 Is Israel left without resource, 
 And have we no supplies ? 
 
 4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, 
 
 We have a boundless store, 
 And shall be fed w T ith what he gives, 
 Who lives for evermore. 
 
 LXXIV. The tolling Bell. 
 
 1 Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, 
 Speaks the departure of a soul, 
 Let each one ask himself, " Am I 
 
 " Prepar'd, should I be calPd, to die ?" 
 
 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath 
 Preserves me from the jaws of death ; 
 Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, 
 And plungd into a world unknown, 
 
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 3 Then leaving all I lov'd below, 
 To God's tribunal I must go ; 
 
 Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate, 
 And fix my everlasting state. 
 
 4 But could I bear to hear him say, 
 " Depart, accursed, far away ! 
 
 " With Satan, in the lowest hell, 
 
 " Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell/' 
 
 5 Lord Jesus, help me now to flee, 
 And seek my hope alone in thee ; 
 Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give, 
 Subdue my sin, and let me live. 
 
 6 Then, when the solemn bell I hear, 
 If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear ; 
 Nor would the thought distressing be, 
 Perhaps it next may toll for me. 
 
 7 Rather, my spirit would rejoice, 
 
 And long, and wish, to hear thy voice ; 
 Glad when it bids me earth resign, 
 Secure of heav'n, if thou art mine. 
 
 LXXV-. Hope beyond the Grave. 
 
 1 My soul, this curious house of clay, 
 
 Thy present frail abode, 
 Must quickly fall to worms a prey, 
 And thou return to God. 
 
 2 Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy 
 
 The change before it come ? 
 And say, " Let death this house destroy, 
 " I have a heav'nly home !" 
 
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 3 The Saviour, whom I then shall see 
 
 With new admiring eyes, 
 Already has prepar'd for me. 
 A mansion in the skies*. 
 
 4 I feel this mud-wall'd cottage shake. 
 
 And long to see it fall ; 
 That I my willing flight may take 
 To him who is my all. 
 
 5 Burden'd and groaning then no more, 
 
 My rescu'd soul shall sing, 
 As up the shining path I soar, 
 
 " Death, thou hast lost thy sting." 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, help us now to seek, 
 
 And know thy grace's pow'r ; 
 That we may all this language speak,, 
 Before the dying hour. 
 
 LXXVI. There the Weary are at Rest. 
 
 1 Courage, my soul ! behold the prize 
 
 The Saviour's love provides ; 
 Eternal life beyond the skies 
 For all whom here he guides. 
 
 2 The wicked cea& \ from troubling there, 
 
 The weary are at restf ; 
 Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care, 
 No more approach the blest. 
 
 3 A wicked world, and wicked heart, 
 
 With Satan now are join'd ; 
 Each acts a too successful part 
 In harassing my mind. 
 
 * 2 Cor. v. 1. t Jobiii. 17. 
 
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 4 In conflict with this threefold troop 
 
 How weary, Lord, am I ! 
 Did not thy promise bear me up, 
 My soul must faint and die. 
 
 5 But fighting in my Saviour's strength, 
 
 Though mighty are my foes, 
 I shall a conqu'ror be at length 
 Oer all that can oppose. 
 
 6 Then why my soul, complain or fear ? 
 
 The crown of glory see ! 
 The more I toil and suffer here, 
 The sweeter rest will be. 
 
 LXXVII. The Day of Judgment. 
 
 1 Day of judgment, day of wonders! 
 
 Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
 Louder than a thousand thunders, 
 
 Shakes the vast creation round ! [found! 
 How the summons will the sinner's heart con- 
 
 2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 
 
 Cloth'd in majesty divine ! 
 You who long for his appearing, 
 
 Then shall say, " This God is mine !" 
 Gracious Saviour, o wn me in that day for thine ! 
 
 3 At his call, the dead awaken, 
 
 Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
 All the pow'rs of nature shaken . 
 By his looks prepare to flee : 
 Careless sinner, what will then become of thee? 
 
 4 Horrors past imagination 
 
 Will surprise your trembling heart, 
 When you hear your condemnation, 
 " Hence, accursed wretch, depart ! 
 1 ' Thou with Satan and his angels have thy part ! ' * 
 
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 5 Satan, who now tries to please you, 
 Lest you timely warning take, 
 When that word is past, will seize you, 
 Plunge you in the burning lake : 
 
 Think, poor sinner, thy eternal all's at stake. 
 
 But to those who have confessed, 
 Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below, 
 He will say, " Come near, ye blessed, 
 " See the kingdom I bestow ; 
 
 u You for ever shall my love and glory know." 
 
 7 Under sorrows and reproaches, 
 
 May this thought your courage raise ; 
 Swiftly God's great day approaches, 
 Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise : 
 We shall triumph when the world is in a blaze. 
 
 LXXVIII. The Day of the Lord*. 
 
 1 Go d with one piercing glance looks through 
 
 Creation's wide-extended frame ; 
 The past and future in his view, 
 And days and ages, are the samef . 
 
 2 Sinners who dare provoke his face, 
 
 Who on his patience long presume, 
 And trifle out his day of grace, 
 Will find he has a day of doom. 
 
 3 As pangs the lab 'ring woman feels, 
 
 Or as the thief, in midnight- sleep ! 
 So comes that day, for which the wheels 
 Of time their ceaseless motion keep ! 
 
 * Book iii. Hymn 4. f 2 Pet. Hi. 8 — 10. 
 
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 4 Hark ! from the sky, the trump proclaims 
 
 Jesus the Judge approaching nigh ! 
 See, the creation wrapt in flames, 
 First kindled by his vengeful eye ! 
 
 5 When thus the mountains melt like wax ; 
 
 When earth, and air, and sea shall burn ; 
 When all the frame of nature breaks, 
 Poor sinner, whither wilt thou turn ? 
 
 6 The puny works which feeble men 
 
 Now boast, or covet, or admire ; 
 Their pomp, and arts, and treasures, then 
 Shall perish in one common fire, 
 
 7 Lord, fix our hearts and hopes above ! 
 
 Since all below to ruin tends ; 
 Here may we trust, obey and love, 
 
 And there be found amongst thy friends. 
 
 LXXXIX. The great Tribunal*. 
 
 1 John, in a vision, saw the day 
 
 When the Judge will hasten down : 
 Heav'n and earth shall flee away 
 
 From the terror of his frown : 
 Dead. and living, small and great, 
 
 Raised from the earth and sea, 
 At his bar shall hear their fate, 
 
 What will then become of me ? 
 
 2 Can I bear his awful looks ? 
 
 Shall I stand in judgment then, 
 When I see the open'd books, 
 Written by th' Almighty's pen ? 
 
 * Rev. xx. 11, 12. 
 
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 If he to remembrance bring, 
 
 And expose to public view, 
 Ev'ry work and secret thing, 
 
 Ah, my soul, what canst thou do ? 
 
 3 When the list shall be produc'd 
 
 Of the talents I enjoy'd ; 
 Means and mercies, how abus'd ! 
 
 Time and strength, how misemploy 'd ! 
 Conscience then, compell'd to read, 
 
 Must allow the charge is true ; 
 Say, my soul, what canst thou plead 
 
 In that hour, what wilt thou do ? 
 
 4 But the book of life I see, 
 
 May my name be written there ! 
 Then from guilt and danger free, 
 
 Glad I'll meet him in the air : 
 That's the book I hope to plead, 
 
 'Tis the Gospel open'd wide ; 
 Lord, I am a wretch indeed ! 
 
 I have sinn'd, but thou hast dy'd*. 
 
 5 Now my soul knows what to do ; 
 
 Thus I shall with boldness stand, 
 Number 'd with the faithful few, 
 
 Own'd and sav'd, at thy right hand : 
 If thou help a feeble worm 
 
 To believe thy promise now, 
 Justice will at last confirm 
 
 What thy mercy wrought below, 
 
 * Rom. viii. 34. 
 
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 IV. CREATION. 
 
 LXXX. The Old and New Creation. 
 
 1 That was a wonder-working word 
 
 Which could the vast creation raise I 
 Angels, attendant on their Lord, 
 
 Admir'd the plan, and sung his praise*. 
 
 2 From what a dark and shapeless mass, 
 
 All nature sprang at his command ! 
 Let there be light, and light there was, 
 And sun, and stars, and sea, and land. 
 
 3 With equal speed the earth and seas 
 
 Their mighty Maker's voice obey'd ; 
 He spake, and straight the plants and trees, 
 And birds, and beasts, and man were made. 
 
 4 But man, the Lord and crown of all, 
 
 By sin his honour soon defac'd ; 
 His heart, (how alter'd since the fall ! ) 
 Is dark, deform'd, and void, and waste. 
 
 5 The new creation of the soul 
 
 Does now no less his pow'r display, 
 Than when he form'd the mighty whole, 
 And kindled darkness into dayf . 
 
 6 Though self-destroy'd, O Lord, we are, 
 
 Yet let us feel what thou canst do ; 
 Thy word the ruin can repair, 
 And all our hearts create anew. 
 * Job xxxviii. 7. t 2 Cor. iv. 6. 
 
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 LXXXI. The Book of Creation. 
 
 1 The book of nature open lies, 
 
 With much instruction stor'd ; 
 But, till the Lord anoints our eyes, 
 We cannot read a word. 
 
 2 Philosophers have por'd in vain, 
 
 And guess'd from age to age ; 
 For reason's eye could ne'er attain 
 To understand a page. 
 
 3 Though to each star they give a name, 
 
 Its size and motions teach ; 
 The truths which all the stars proclaim 
 Their wisdom cannot reach. 
 
 4 With skill to measure earth and sea, 
 
 And weigh the subtle air ; 
 They cannot, Lord, discover thee, 
 Though present ev'ry where. 
 
 5 The knowledge of the saints excels 
 
 The wisdom of the schools ; 
 To them his secrets God reveals, 
 Though men account them fools. 
 
 6 To them the sun and stars on high, 
 
 The flow'rs that paint the field, 
 And all the artless birds that fly, 
 Divine instruction yield*. 
 
 7 The creatures on their senses press, 
 
 As witnesses to prove 
 Their Saviour's pow'r and faithfulness, 
 His providence and love. 
 
 * Matth. vi. 26—28. 
 
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 8 Thus may we study nature's book, 
 To make us wise indeed ! 
 And pity those who only look 
 At what they cannot read*. 
 
 LXXXII. The Rainbow. 
 
 When the sun, with cheerful beams, 
 
 Smiles upon a low'ring sky, 
 Soon its aspect sorVned seems, 
 And a rainbow meets the eye : 
 While the sky remains serene, 
 This bright arch is never seen. 
 
 Thus the Lord's supporting pow'r 
 
 Brightest to his saints appears, 
 When affliction's threat'ning hour 
 Fills their sky with clouds and fears : 
 He can wonders then perform, 
 Paint a rainbow on the storm f. 
 
 All their graces doubly shine, 
 
 When their troubles press them sore ; 
 And the promises divine 
 
 Give them joys unknown before : 
 As the colours of the bow 
 To the cloud their brightness owe. 
 
 Favour'd John a rainbow saw, • 
 
 Circling round the throne above J; 
 Hence the saints a pledge may draw 
 Of unchanging cov'nant-love : 
 Clouds a while may intervene, 
 But the bow will still be seen. 
 
 * Rom. i. 20. | Gen. ix. 14. \ Rev. iv. 3. 
 
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 LXXXIII. Thunder. 
 
 1 When a black o'erspreading cloud 
 
 Has darkened all the air, 
 And peals of thunder, roaring loud, 
 Proclaim the tempest near ; 
 
 2 Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin, 
 
 The sinner oft pursue ; 
 A louder storm is heard within, 
 And conscience thunders too. 
 
 3 The law a fiery language speaks, 
 
 His danger he perceives ; 
 Like Satan, who his ruin seeks, 
 He trembles and believes. 
 
 4 But when the sky serene appears, 
 
 And thunders roll no more, 
 He soon forgets his vows and fears, 
 Just as he did before. 
 
 5 But whither shall the sinner flee, 
 
 When nature's mighty frame, 
 The pond'rous earth, and air, and sea, 
 Shall all dissolve in flame* ? 
 
 6 Amazing day ! it comes apace ! 
 
 The Judge is hasting down ! 
 
 Will sinners bear to see his face, 
 
 Or stand before his frown ? 
 
 7 Lord, let thy mercy find a way 
 To touch each stubborn heart ; 
 That they may never hear thee say, 
 u Ye cursed ones, depart." 
 
 * 2 Pet. iii. 10. 
 
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 8 Believers, ye may well rejoice ! 
 The thunder's loudest strains 
 Should be to you a welcome voice, 
 That tells you, " Jesus reigns !" 
 
 LXXXIV. Lightning in the Kight. 
 
 1 A glance from heav'n with sweet effeqt, 
 
 Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers ; 
 But ere I can my thoughts collect, 
 As suddenly it disappears. 
 
 2 So lightning in the gloom of night 
 
 Affords a momentary day ; 
 Disclosing objects full in sight, 
 
 Which soon as seen are snatch'd away. 
 
 3 Ah ! what avail these pleasing scenes ! 
 
 They do but aggravate my pain ; 
 
 While darkness quickly intervenes, 
 
 And swallows up my joys again. 
 
 4 But shall I murmur at relief? 
 
 Though short, it was a precious view, 
 Sent to control my unbelief, 
 
 And prove that what I read was true. 
 
 5 The lightning's flash did not create 
 
 The opening prospect it re veal 'd ; 
 But only show'd the real state 
 
 Of what the darkness had conceal'd. 
 
 6 Just so, we by a glimpse discern 
 
 The glorious things within the vail ', 
 That, when in darkness, we may learn 
 To live by faith, till light prevail. 
 
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 7 The Lord's great day will soon advance, 
 Dispersing all the shades of night ; 
 Then we no more shall need a glance, 
 But see by an^ternal light. 
 
 LXXXV. On the Eclipse of the Moon. 
 July 30, 1776. 
 
 1 The moon in silver glory shone, 
 
 And not a cloud in sight, 
 When suddenly a shade begun 
 To intercept her light. 
 
 2 How fast across her orb it spread, 
 
 How fast her light withdrew ! 
 A circle ting'd with languid red, 
 Was all appear 'd in view. 
 
 3 While many, with unmeaning eye, 
 
 Gaze on thy works in vain, 
 Assist me Lord, that I may try 
 Instruction to obtain. 
 
 4 Fain would my thankful heart and lips 
 
 Unite in praise of thee, 
 And meditate on thy eclipse, 
 In sad Gethsemane. 
 
 5_Thy people's guilt, a heavy load, 
 (When standing in thtii room,) 
 Depriv'd thee of the light of God, 
 And fill'd thy soul with gloom. 
 
 6 How punctually eclipses move, 
 Obedient to thy will ! 
 Thus shall thy faithfulness and love 
 Thy promises fulfil. 
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 7 Dark, like the moon without the sun, 
 
 I mourn thine absence, Lord ! 
 For light or comfort I have none 
 But what thy beams afford. 
 
 8 But, lo ! the hour draws near apace, 
 
 When changes shall be o'er ; 
 Then I shall see thee face to face*, 
 And be eclips'd no more. 
 
 LXXXVI. Moon-light. 
 
 1 The moon has but a borrow'd light, 
 
 A faint and feeble ray ; 
 She owes her beauty to the night, 
 And hides herself by day. 
 
 2 No cheering warmth her beam conveys, 
 
 Though pleasing to behold ; 
 We might upon her brightness gaze 
 Till we were starv'd with cold. 
 
 3 Just such is all the light to man 
 
 Which reason can impart ; 
 
 It cannot show one object plain, 
 
 Nor warm the frozen heart. 
 
 4 Thus moon-light views of truth divine 
 
 To many fatal prove ; 
 For what avail in gifts to shine 
 Without a spark of lovef ? 
 
 5 The Gospel, like the sun at noon, 
 
 Affords a glorious light ; 
 Then fallen reason's boasted moon 
 Appears no longer bright. 
 
 * 1 Cor. xiii. 12. t 1 Cor. xiii. 1. 
 
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 6 And grace not light alone bestows, 
 But adds a quick 'ning pow'r ; 
 The desert blossoms like the rose*, 
 And sin prevails no more. 
 
 LXXXVII. The Sea\. 
 
 1 If for a time the air be calm 
 
 Serene and smooth the sea appears, 
 And shows no danger to alarm 
 
 The unexperienc'd landsman's fears : 
 
 2 But if the tempest once arise, 
 
 The faithless water swells and raves : 
 Its billows, foaming to the skies, 
 
 Disclose a thousand threat'ning graves. 
 
 3 My untry'd heart thus seem'd to me, 
 
 (So little of myself I knew,) 
 Smooth as the calm unruffled sea, 
 
 But, ah ! it prov'd as treach'rous too ! 
 
 4 The peace of which I had a taste 
 
 When Jesus first his love reveal'd, 
 I fondly hop'd would always last, 
 
 Because my foes were then conceal'd. 
 
 5 But when I felt the tempter's pow'r 
 
 Rouse my corruptions from their sleep, 
 I trembled at the stormy hour, 
 And saw the horrors of the deep. 
 
 Now on presumption's billows borne, 
 My spirit seem'd the Lord to dare ; 
 
 Now, quick as thought, a sudden turn 
 Plung'd me in gulfs of black despair. 
 
 * Isaiah xxxv. I. t Book i. Hymn 115, 
 
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 7 Lord, save me, or I sink, I pray'd ; 
 
 He heard, and bid the tempest cease ; 
 The angry waves his word obey'd, 
 
 And all my fears were hush'd to peace. 
 
 8 The peace is his, and not my own, 
 
 My heart, (no better than before,) 
 Is still to dreadful changes prone, 
 Then let me never trust it more. 
 
 LXXXVIII. The Flood. 
 
 1 Though small the drops of falling rain, 
 
 If one be singly view'd ; 
 Collected, they o'erspread the plain, 
 And form a mighty flood. 
 
 2 The house it meets with in its course 
 
 Should not be built on clay, 
 Lest, with a wild resistless force, 
 It sweep the whole away. 
 
 3 Though for a while it seem'd secure, 
 
 It will not bear the shock, 
 
 Unless it has foundations sure, 
 
 And stands upon a rock. 
 
 4 Thus sinners think their ev il deeds, 
 
 Like drops of rain, are small ; 
 But it the powV of thought exceeds, 
 To count the sum of all. 
 
 5 One sin can raise, though small it seems, 
 
 A flood to drown the soul ; 
 What then, when countless million streams 
 Shall join to swell the whole. 
 
 
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 6 Yet, while they think the weather fair, 
 
 If warn'd, they smile or frown ; 
 But they will tremble and despair, 
 When the fierce flood comes down, 
 
 7 Oh ! then on Jesus ground your hope, 
 
 That stone in Zion laid* ; 
 Lest your poor building quickly drop, 
 With ruin on your head. 
 
 LXXXIX. The Thaw. 
 
 1 The ice and snow we lately saw, 
 
 Which coverM all the ground, 
 Are melted soon before the thaw, 
 And can no more be found. 
 
 2 Could all the art of man suffice 
 
 To move away the snow, 
 To clear the rivers from the ice, 
 Or make the waters flow ? 
 
 3 No, 'tis the work of God alone ; 
 
 An emblem of the pbw'r 
 By which he melts the heart of stone 
 In his appointed hour. 
 
 4 All outward means, till he appeal's, 
 
 Will ineffectual prove ; 
 Though much the sinner sees and hears, 
 He cannot learn to love. 
 
 5 But let the stoutest sinner feel 
 
 The soft'ning warmth of grace, 
 Though hard as ice, or rocks, or steel, 
 His heart dissolves apace. 
 
 * Matth. vii. 24. ; 1 Pet. ii. 6. 
 
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 6 Seeing the blood which Jesus spilt, 
 
 To save his soul from wo, 
 
 His hatred, unbelief, and guilt, 
 
 All melt away like snow. 
 
 7 Jesus, we in thy name entreat, 
 
 Reveal thy gracious arm ; 
 And grant thy Spirit's kindly heat, 
 Our frozen hearts to warm. 
 
 XC. The Loadstone. 
 
 1 As needles point towards the pole, 
 
 When touch'd by the magnetic stone ; 
 So faith in Jesus gives the soul 
 A tendency before unknown. 
 
 2 Till then, by blinded passions led, 
 
 In search of fancy'd good we range ; 
 The paths of disappointment tread, 
 To nothing fix'd, but love of change. 
 
 3 But when the Holy Ghost imparts 
 
 A knowledge of the Saviour's love, 
 
 Our wand'ring, weary, restless hearts, 
 
 Are fix'd at once, no more to move. 
 
 4 Now a new principle takes place, 
 
 Which guides and animates the will ; 
 This love, another name for grace, 
 Constrains to good, and bars from ill. 
 
 5 By love's pure light we soon perceive 
 
 Our noblest bliss and proper end ; 
 And gladly ev'ry idol leave, 
 
 To love and serve our Lord and Friend. 
 
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 6 Thus borne along by faith and hope, 
 
 We feel the Saviour's words are true ; 
 " And I, if I be lifted up, 
 
 u Will draw the sinner upward too*." 
 
 •XCI. The Sfiider and Bee. 
 
 1 On the same flow'r we often see 
 The loathsome spider and the bee ; 
 But what they get by working there 
 Is different, as their natures are. 
 
 2 The bee a sweet reward obtains, 
 And honey well repays his pains ; 
 Home to the hive he bears the store, 
 And then returns in quest of more. 
 
 3 But no sweet flowVs that grace the field 
 Can honey to the spider yield ; 
 
 A cobweb all that he can spin, 
 And poison all he stores within. 
 
 4 Thus in that sacred field, the Word, 
 With flow'rs of God's own planting stor'd, 
 Like bees his children feed and thrive, 
 And bring home honey to the hive. 
 
 5 There, spider-like, the wicked come, 
 And seem to taste the sweet perfume ; 
 But the vile venom of their hearts 
 
 To poison all their food converts. 
 
 6 From the same truths believers prize, 
 They weave vain refuges of lies ; 
 And from the promise license draw, 
 To trifle with the holy law. 
 
 * John xii. 32. 
 
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 7 Lord, shall thy word of life and love 
 The means of death to numbers prove ? 
 Unless thy grace our hearts renew, 
 We sink to hell, with heav'n in view*. 
 
 XCII. The Bee saved from the Spider. 
 
 1 The subtle spider often weaves 
 
 His unsuspected snares 
 Among the balmy fiow'rs and leaves, 
 To which the bee repairs. 
 
 2 When in his web he sees one hang, 
 
 With a malicious joy, 
 He darts upon it with his fang, 
 To poison and destroy. 
 
 3 How welcome then some pitying friend, 
 
 To save the threaten'd bee ! 
 The spider's treach'rous web to rend, 
 And set the captive free. 
 
 4 My soul has been in such a case : 
 
 When first I knew the Lord, 
 I hasted to the means of grace, 
 
 Where sweets I knew were stor'd. 
 
 5 Little I thought of danger near, 
 
 That soon nry joys would ebb ; 
 But, ah ! I met a spider there, • 
 Who caught me in his web. 
 
 6 Then Satan rais'd his pois'nous sting, 
 
 And aim'd his blows at me ; 
 While I, poor, helpless, trembling thing, 
 Could neither fight nor flee. 
 * Book iii. Hymn 7 1 . 
 
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 7 But, oh ! the Saviour's pitying eye 
 
 Reliev'd me from despair ; 
 He saw me at the point to die, 
 And broke the fatal snare. 
 
 8 My case his heedless saints should warn, 
 
 Or cheer them if afraid ; 
 May you from me your danger learn, 
 And where to look for aid. 
 
 XCIII. The tamed Lion. 
 
 1 A lion, though by nature wild, 
 
 The art of man can tame ; 
 He stands before his keeper, mild, 
 And gentle as a lamb. 
 
 2 He watches, with submissive eye, 
 
 The hand that gives him food, 
 As if he meant to testify 
 A sense of gratitude. 
 
 3 But man himself, who thus subdues 
 
 The fiercest beast of prey, 
 A nature more unfeeling shows, 
 And far more fierce than they. 
 
 4 Though by the Lord preserv'd and fed, 
 
 He proves rebellious still ; 
 And while he eats his Maker's bread, 
 Resists his holy will. 
 
 5 Alike in vain, of grace that saves, 
 
 Or threat'ning law, he hears ; 
 The savage scorns, blasphemes, and raves, 
 But neither loves nor fears. 
 
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 6 O Saviour! how thy wond'rous pow'r 
 
 By angels is proclaim'd, 
 When in thine own appointed hour, 
 They see this lion tam'cl. 
 
 7 The love thy bleeding cross displays, 
 
 The hardest heart subdues ; 
 Here furious lions while they gaze, 
 Their rage and fierceness lose*. 
 
 8 Yet we are but renew'd in part, 
 
 The lion still remains ; 
 Lord drive them wholly from my heart, 
 Or keep him fast in chains. 
 
 XCIV. Sheefi. 
 
 1 The Saviour calls his people sheep, 
 
 And bids them on his love rely ; 
 For he alone their souls can keep, 
 And he alone their wants supply. 
 
 2 The bull can fight, the hare can flee, 
 
 The ant, in summer, food prepare ; 
 But helpless sheep, and such are we, 
 Depend upon the shepherd's care. 
 
 3 Jehovah is our Shepherd's name f ; 
 
 Then what have we, tho' weak, to fear? 
 Our sin and folly we proclaim, 
 If we despond while he is near.' 
 
 4 When Satan threatens to devour, 
 
 When troubles press on every side, 
 Think of our Shepherd's care and pow'r, 
 He can defend, he will provide. 
 
 * Isaiah xi. 6. t Psal. xxiii. 1. 
 
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 5 See the rich pastures of his grace, 
 
 Where, in full streams, salvation flows ! 
 There he appoints our resting-place, 
 And we may feed, secure from foes. 
 
 6 There 'midst the flock, the Shepherd dwells, 
 
 The sheep around in safety lie ; 
 The wolf, in vain, with malice swells, 
 For he protects them with his eye*. 
 
 7 Dear Lord, if I am one of thine, 
 
 From anxious thoughts I would be free ; 
 To trust, and love, and praise, is mine. 
 The care of all belongs to thee. 
 
 XCV. The Garden. 
 
 1 A garden contemplation suits, 
 
 And may instruction yield, 
 Sweeter than all the flow'rs and fruits, 
 With which the spot is nil'd, 
 
 2 Eden was Adam's dwelling place, 
 
 While blest with innocence ; 
 But sin o'erwhelm'd him with disgrace, 
 And drove the rebel thence. 
 
 3 Oft as the garden- walk we tread, 
 
 We should bemoan his fall ; 
 The trespass of our legal head 
 In ruin plung'd us all. 
 
 4 The garden of Gethsemane 
 
 The second Adam saw, 
 Oppress'd with wo, to set us free 
 From the avenging law. 
 
 * Micah v. 4. 
 
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 5 How stupid we, who can forget, 
 
 With gardens in our sight, 
 His agonies and bloody sweat, 
 In that tremendous night ! 
 
 6 His church as a fair garden stands, 
 
 Which walls of love enclose ; 
 Each tree is planted by his hands*, 
 And by his blessing grows. 
 
 7 Believing hearts are gardens too, 
 
 For grace has sown its seeds, 
 Where once, by nature, nothing grew, 
 But thorns and worthless weeds. 
 
 8 Such themes to those who Jesus love, 
 
 May constant joys afford, 
 And make a barren desert prove 
 The garden of the Lord. 
 
 XCVI. For a Garden-scat or Summer-house 
 
 1 A shelter from the rain or windf, 
 
 A shade from scorching heat, 
 A resting-place you here may find, 
 To ease your weary feet. 
 
 2 Enter, but with a serious thought 
 
 Consider who is near ! 
 This is a consecrated spot, 
 The Lord is present here ! 
 
 3 A question of the utmost weight, 
 
 While reading, meets your eye ; 
 May conscience witness to your state, 
 And give a true reply ! 
 
 * Isa. lxi. 3. t Isa. xxxii. 2. 
 
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 4 Is Jesus to your heart reveal'd, 
 
 As full of truth and grace ? 
 And is his name your hope and shield, 
 Your rest and hiding place ? 
 
 5 If so, for all events prepar'd, 
 
 Whatever storms may rise, 
 He, whom you love, will safely guard, 
 And guide you to the skies. 
 
 6 No burning sun, or storm, or rain, 
 
 Will there your peace annoy ; 
 No sin, temptation, grief, or pain, 
 Intrude to damp your joy. 
 
 7 But if his name you have not known, 
 
 Oh, seek him while you may ! 
 Lest you should meet his awful frown, 
 In that approaching day. 
 
 8 When the avenging Judge you see, 
 
 With terrors on his brow, 
 Where can you hide, or whither flee, 
 If you reject him now ? 
 
 XCVII. The Creatures in the Lord's hands.. 
 
 1 The water stood like walls of brass, 
 To let the sons of Israel pass* ; 
 And from the rock in rivers burstf 
 
 At Moses' pray'r, to quench their thirst. 
 
 2 The fire, restrain'd by God's commands, 
 Could only burn his people's bands, 
 Too faint, when he was with them there, 
 To singe their garments or their hair J. 
 
 * Exoch xiv. 22. t Numb. xx. 11. \ Dan. iii. 27. 
 
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 3 At Daniel's feet the lions lay 
 
 Like harmless lambs,nortouch'dtheirprey*; 
 And ravens, which on carrion fed, 
 Procur'd Elijah flesh and bread. 
 
 4 Thus creatures only can fulfil 
 Their great Creator's holy will ; 
 And when his servants need their aid, 
 His purposes must be obey'd. 
 
 5 So if his blessing he refuse. 
 
 Their pow'r to help they quickly lose, 
 Sure as on creatures we depend, 
 Our hopes in disappointment end. 
 
 6 Then let us trust the Lord alone, 
 And creature- confidence disown, 
 Nor if they threaten need we fear, 
 They cannot hurt if he be near. 
 
 7 If instruments of pain they prove, 
 Still they are guided by his love ; 
 As lancets by the surgeon's skill, 
 Which wound to cure, and not to kill. 
 
 XCVIII. On Dreaming. 
 
 1 When slumber seals our weary eyes, 
 
 The busy fancy wakeful keeps ; 
 The scenes which then before us rise, 
 Prove something in us never sleeps. 
 
 2 As in another world we seem, 
 
 A new creation of our own ; 
 All appears real, though a dream, 
 And all familiar, though unknown. 
 
 * Daniel yi. 23. 
 
Hymn 99. Creation. 271 
 
 5 Sometimes the mind beholds again 
 The past day's business in review ; 
 Resumes the pleasure or the pain, 
 And sometimes all we meet is new. 
 
 4 What schemes we form, what pains we take! 
 
 We fight, we run, we fly, we fall ; 
 But all is ended when we wake, 
 We scarcely then a trace recall. 
 
 5 But though our dreams are often wild, 
 
 Like clouds before the driving storm , 
 Yet some important may be sty I'd, 
 Sent to admonish or inform. 
 
 6 What mighty agents have access, 
 
 What friends from heav'n, or foes from hell, 
 Our minds to comfort or distress, 
 When we are sleeping, who can tell ? 
 
 7 One thing at least, and 'tis enough, 
 
 We learn from this surprising fact ; 
 Our dreams afford sufficient proof, 
 The soul, without the flesh, can act. 
 
 8 This life, which mortals so esteem, 
 
 That many choose it for their all, 
 They will confess, was but a dream*, 
 When Vaken'd by death's awful call. 
 
 XCIX. The World. 
 
 1 See, the world for youth prepares, 
 Harlot like, her gaudy snares ! 
 Pleasures round her seem to wait, 
 But 'tis all a painted cheat. 
 
 * Isaiah xxix. 8. 
 
272 
 
 Creation, 
 
 Book II. 
 
 2 Rash and unsuspecting youth 
 Thinks to find thee always smooth, 
 Always kind, till better taught, 
 
 By experience dearly bought. 
 
 3 So the calm, but faithless sea, 
 (Lively emblem, world, of thee,) 
 Tempts the shepherd from the shore, 
 Foreign regions to explore. 
 
 4 While no wrinkled wave is seen, 
 While the sky remains serene, 
 Fill'd with hopes and golden schemes, 
 Of a storm he little dreams. 
 
 5 But ere long the tempest raves, 
 Then he trembles at the waves ; 
 Wishes then he had been wise, 
 But too late — he sinks and dies. 
 
 6 Hapless thus are they, vain world, 
 Soon on rocks of ruin hurl'd, 
 Who, admiring thee, untry'd, 
 Court thy pleasures, wealth, or pride. 
 
 7 Such a shipwreck had been mine, 
 Had not Jesus, (name divine !) 
 Sav'd me with a mighty hand, 
 And restor'd my soul to land. 
 
 8 Now, with gratitude, I raise 
 Ebenezers to his praise ; 
 Now my rash pursuits are o'er, 
 
 I can trust thee, world, no more. 
 
Hymn 1G0. Creation. 273 
 
 C. The enchantment dissolved, 
 
 1 Blinded in youth by Satan's arts, 
 The world to our unpractis'd hearts 
 
 A flatt'ring prospect shows ; 
 Our fancy forms a thousand schemes 
 Of gay delights, and golden dreams, 
 
 And undisturb'd repose. 
 
 2 So in the desert's dreary waste, 
 By magic pow'r produc'd in haste, 
 
 (As ancient fables say,) 
 Castles, and groves, and music sweet, 
 The senses of the trav'ller meet, 
 
 And stop him in his way. 
 
 3 But while he listens with surprise, 
 The charm dissolves, the vision dies, 
 
 'Twas but enchanted ground ; 
 Thus if the Lord our spirit touch, 
 The world, which promis'd us so much, 
 
 A wilderness is found. 
 
 4 At first we start, and feel distress'd, 
 Convinc'd we never can have rest 
 
 In such a wretched place ; 
 But he whose mercy breaks the charm, 
 Reveals his own Almighty arm, 
 
 And bids us seek his face. 
 
 5 Then we begin to live indeed, 
 When from our sin and bondage freed 
 
 By this beloved Friend ; 
 We follow him from day to day, 
 Assur'd of grace through all the way, 
 
 And glory at the end. 
 
OLNEY HYMNS, 
 
 BOOK III. 
 
 €>N THE RISE, PROGRESS, CHANGES, AND COM- 
 FORTS OF THE SPIRITUAL LIFE ; 
 
 C Under the following heads tj 
 
 I. Solemn Addresses to Sinners. 
 
 II. Seeking-, Pleading, Hoping 
 
 III. Conflict. 
 
 IV. Comfort. 
 V. Dedication and Surrender. 
 
 VI. Cautions. 
 
 VH. Praise. 
 VIH. Short Hymns. 
 Before Sermon. 
 After Sermon. 
 Gloria Patri. 
 
 I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS. 
 HYMN I. Expostulation. 
 
 iNo 
 
 words can declare, 
 No fancy can paint, 
 What rage and despair, 
 > ■ What hopeless complaint, 
 Fill Satan's dark dwelling, 
 
 The prison beneath : 
 What weeping and yelling, 
 And gnashing of teeth ! 
 
 2 Yet sinners will choose 
 This dreadful abode ; 
 
 Each madly pursues 
 The dangerous road ; 
 
Hymn 1. To Sinners, 275 
 
 Though God give them warning, 
 
 They onward will go, 
 They answer with scorning, 
 
 And rush upon w r o. 
 
 3 How sad to behold 
 
 The rich and the poor, 
 The young and the old, 
 
 All blindly secure ! 
 All posting to ruin, 
 
 Refusing to stop : 
 Ah ! think what you're doing, 
 
 While yet there is hope ! 
 
 4 How weak is your hand, 
 
 To fight with the Lord ! 
 How can you withstand 
 
 The edge of his sword ? 
 What hope of escaping 
 
 For those who oppose, 
 When hell is wide gaping 
 
 To swallow his foes ! 
 
 5 How oft have you dar'd 
 
 The Lord to his face ! 
 Yet still you are spar'd 
 
 To hear of his grace ; 
 Oh ! pray for repentance 
 
 And life-giving faith, 
 Before the just sentence 
 
 Consign you to death. 
 
 6 It is not too late 
 
 To Jesus to flee, 
 His mercy is great, 
 His pardon is free ! 
 
2/6 To Sinners. Book III. 
 
 His blood has such virtue, 
 
 For all that believe, 
 That nothing can hurt you, 
 
 If him you receive. 
 
 II. Alarm. 
 
 Stop, poor sinner ! stop and think 
 
 Before you further go ! 
 Will you sport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo ? 
 Once again, I charge, you stop ! 
 
 For, unless you warning take, 
 Ere you are aware, you drop 
 
 Into the burning lake ! 
 
 Say, have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppose ? 
 Fear you not that iron rod 
 
 With which he breaks his foes ? 
 Can you stand in that dread day, 
 
 When he judgment shall proclaim, 
 And the earth shall melt away 
 
 Like wax before the flame ? 
 
 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come, 
 
 To drag you to his bar ; 
 Then to hear your awful doom 
 
 Will fill you with despair. 
 All your sins will round you crowd, 
 
 Sins of a blood- crimson dye ; 
 Each for vengeance crying loud, 
 
 And what can you reply ? 
 
Hymn 3. To Shiners, 277 
 
 4 Though your heart be made of steel, 
 
 Your forehead lin'd with brass, 
 God at length will make you feel, 
 
 He will not let you pass : 
 Sinners then in vain will call, 
 
 (Though they now despise his grace,) 
 Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 
 And hide us from his face*. 
 
 5 But as yet there is a hope 
 
 You may his mercy know ; 
 Though his arm is lifted up, 
 
 He still forbears the blow : 
 'Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd, 
 
 Sinners he invites to come ; 
 None who come shall be deny'd, 
 
 He says, " There still is roomf ." 
 
 III. We were once as you are. 
 
 1 Shall men pretend to pleasure 
 
 Who never knew the Lord ? 
 Can all the worldling's treasure 
 
 True peace of mind afford ? 
 They shall obtain this jewel, 
 
 And what their hearts desire, 
 When they, by adding fuel, 
 
 Can quench the flame of fire. 
 
 2 Till you can bid the ocean, 
 
 When furious tempests roar J, 
 Forget its wonted motion, 
 
 And rage and swell no more : 
 
 * Rev. vi. 16. f Luke xiv. 22. \ Isa. Ivii. 20, 21 
 
 Z A 
 
278 To Sinners. Book III. 
 
 In vain your expectation 
 
 To find content in sin ; 
 Or freedom from vexation 
 
 While passions reign within. 
 
 3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus, 
 
 If you would good possess ; 
 'Tis he alone that frees us 
 
 From guilt and from distress : 
 When he by faith is present, 
 
 The sinner's troubles cease ; 
 His ways are truly pleasant, 
 
 And all his paths are peace &, 
 
 4 Our time in sin we wasted, 
 
 And fed upon the wind ; 
 Until his love we tasted, 
 
 No comfort could we find : 
 But now we stand to witness 
 
 His pow'r and grace to you ; 
 May you perceive its fitness, 
 
 And call upon him too ! 
 
 5 Our pleasure and our duty, 
 
 Though opposite before, 
 Since we have seen his beauty. 
 
 Are join'd to part no more : 
 It is our highest pleasure, 
 
 No less than duty's call, 
 To love him beyond measure, 
 
 And serve him with our all, 
 
 * Prov. iii. 1 7. 
 
Hymn 4. To Sinners, 279 
 
 IV. Prepare to meet God. 
 
 1 Sinner, art thou still secure? 
 
 Wilt thou still refuse to pray ? 
 Can thy heart or hands endure 
 
 In the Lord's avenging day ? 
 See, his mighty arm is bar'd ! 
 
 Awful terrors clothe his brow ! 
 For his judgment stand prepar'd, 
 
 Thou must either break or bow. 
 
 2 At his presence nature shakes, 
 
 Earth affrighted hastes to flee, 
 Solid mountains melt like wax, 
 
 What will then become of thee? 
 Who his advent may abide ? 
 
 You that glory in your shame, 
 Will you find a place to hide 
 
 When the world is wrapt in flame ? 
 
 3 Then the rich, the great, the wise, 
 
 Trembling, guilty, self-condemn'd, 
 Must behold the wrathful eyes 
 
 Of the Judge they once blasphem'd 
 Where are now their haughty looks ? 
 
 Oh, their horror and despair ! 
 When they see the open'd books, 
 
 And their dreadful sentence hear ! 
 
 4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace ! 
 
 Soon we must resign our breath ; 
 And our souls be call'd, to pass 
 Through the iron gate of death : 
 
280 To Sinners. Book ITT. 
 
 Let us now our days improve, 
 
 Listen to the Gospel voice ; 
 Seek the things that are above, 
 
 Scorn the world's pretended joys. 
 
 5 Oh ! when flesh and heart shall fail, 
 
 Let thy love our spirits cheer, 
 Strengthen'd thus we shall prevail 
 
 Over Satan, sin, and fear : 
 Trusting in thy precious name, 
 
 May we thus our journey end ; 
 Then our foes shall lose their aim, 
 
 And the Judge will be our friend. 
 
 V. Invitation. 
 
 1 Sinners, hear the Saviour's call, 
 
 He how is passing by ; 
 He has seen thy grievous thrall, 
 
 And heard thy mournful cry. 
 He has pardons to impart, 
 
 Grace to save thee from thy fears, 
 See the love that fills his heart, 
 
 And wipe away thy tears. 
 
 2 Why art thou afraid to come 
 
 And tell him all thy case ? 
 He will not pronounce thy doom, 
 
 Nor frown thee from his face ; 
 Wilt thou fear Immanuel ? 
 
 Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, 
 Who, to save thy soul from hell, 
 
 Has shed his precious blood ? 
 
Hymn 6. To Sinners. 231 
 
 3 Think how on the cross he hung 
 
 Pierc'd with a thousand wounds I 
 Hark, from each as with a tongue 
 
 The voice of pardon sounds ! 
 See, from all his bursting veins, 
 
 Blood of wondrous virtue now ! 
 Shed to wash away thy stains, 
 
 And ransom thee from wo. 
 
 4 Though his majesty be great, 
 
 His mercy is no less ; 
 Though he thy transgressions hate, 
 
 He feels for thy distress : 
 By himself the Lord has sworn, 
 
 He delights not in thy death * ; 
 But invites thee to return, 
 
 That thou may'st live by faith. 
 
 5 Raise thy downcast eyes and see 
 
 What throngs his throne surround ! 
 These, though sinners once like thee, 
 
 Have full salvation found : 
 Yield not then to unbelief ! 
 
 While he says. " There yet is room ;" 
 Though of sinners thou art chief, 
 
 Since Jesus calls thee, come. 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 75, 91. 
 
 Book II. Hymns 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 35. 77. 78. S3, 
 
 * Ezekiel xxxiii. 11. 
 2 A2 
 
'33 To Sinners, Book 111, 
 
 II. SEEKING, PLEADING, AND HOPING. 
 
 VI. The Burdened Sinner. 
 
 1 Ah ! what can I do, 
 
 Or where be secure ! 
 If justice pursue 
 
 What heart can endure ! 
 The heart breaks asunder, 
 
 Though hard as a stone, 
 When God speaks in thunder, 
 
 And makes himself known. 
 
 2 With terror I read 
 
 My sins* heavy score, 
 The number exceeds 
 
 The sands on the shore ; 
 Guilt makes me unable 
 
 To stand or to flee ; 
 So Cain murder 'd Abel, 
 
 And trembled like me. 
 
 3 Each sin, like his blood, 
 
 With a terrible cry, 
 Calls loudly on God 
 
 To strike from on high : 
 Nor can my repentance, 
 
 Extorted by fear, 
 Reverse the just sentence; 
 
 Tis just, though severe. 
 
 4 The case is too plain, 
 
 I have my own choice ; 
 Again, and again, 
 I slighted his voice ; 
 
Hymn 7. Seeking > Src. 283 
 
 His warnings neglected , 
 
 His patience abus'd, 
 His Gospel rejected, 
 
 His mercy refus'd. 
 
 5 And must I then go, 
 
 For ever to dwell 
 In torments and wo 
 
 With devils in hell ! 
 Oh! where is the Saviour 
 
 I scorn'd in times past ? 
 His word in my favour 
 
 Would save me at East. 
 
 6 Lord Jesus, on thee 
 
 I venture to call, 
 Oh look upon me, 
 
 The vilest of all! 
 For whom didst thou languish, 
 
 And bleed on the tree ? 
 Oh pity my anguish, 
 
 And say, " 'Twas for thee." 
 
 7 A case such as mine 
 
 Will honour thy pow'r ; 
 All hell will repine, 
 
 All heav'n will adore : 
 If in condemnation 
 
 Strict justice takes place, 
 It shines in salvation 
 
 More glorious through grace, 
 
 
284 Seeking, &ei Book III. 
 
 VII. Behold, I am vile! 
 
 1 O Lord, how vile am I, 
 
 Unholy and unclean ! 
 How can I dare to venture nigh 
 With such a load of sin ? 
 
 2 Is this polluted heart 
 
 A dwelling lit for thee ? 
 Swarming, alas ! in ev'ry part, 
 What evils do I see ! 
 
 3 If I attempt to pray, 
 
 And lisp thy holy name, 
 My thoughts are hurry 'd soon away, 
 I know not where I am. 
 
 4 If in thy word I look, 
 
 Such darkness fills my mind, 
 I only read a sealed book, 
 But no relief can find. 
 
 5 Thy Gospel oft I hear, 
 
 But hear it still in vain ; 
 Without desire, or love, or fear, 
 I like a stone remain. 
 
 6 Myself can hardly bear 
 
 This wretched heart of mine .; 
 How hateful then must it appear 
 To those pure eyes of thine ? 
 
 7 And must I then indeed 
 
 Sink in despair and die ? 
 Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 
 For such a wretch as I. 
 
Hymn 5. Seeking, &c. 285 
 
 8 That blood which thou has spilt, 
 
 That grace which is thine own, 
 Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt, 
 And soften hearts of stone. 
 
 9 Low at thy feet I bow, 
 
 Oh pity and forgive ; 
 Here will I lie, and wait till .thou 
 Shalt bid me rise and live. 
 
 VIII. C. The shining Light, 
 
 1 My former hopes are fled, 
 
 My terror now begins ; 
 I feel, alas ! that I am dead 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
 2 Ah, whither shall I fly ! 
 
 I hear the thunder roar ; 
 The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
 i\nd vengeance at the door. 
 
 3 When I review my ways, 
 
 I dread impending doom ; 
 But sure a friendly whisper says, 
 " Flee from the wrath to come." 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimm ring from afar ; 
 A beam of day that shines for me, 
 To save me from despair. 
 
 5 Fore-runner of the sun*, 
 
 It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
 I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
 * Psal. cxxx. 6. 
 
286 Seeking, Sec Book Til. 
 
 IX. Encouragement. 
 
 My soul is beset 
 
 With grief and dismay 
 I owe a vast debt, 
 
 And nothing can pay : 
 I must go to prison, 
 
 Unless that dear Lord, 
 Who dy'd and is risen, 
 
 His pity afford. 
 
 The death that he dy'd, 
 The blood that he spilt, 
 
 To sinners apply 'd, 
 
 Discharge from all guilt ; 
 
 This great intercessor 
 Can give, if he please, 
 
 The vilest transgressor 
 Immediate release. 
 
 3 When nail'd to the tree, 
 
 He answer 'd the pray'r 
 Of one, who, like me, 
 
 Was nigh to despair* ; 
 He did not upbraid him 
 
 With all he had done, 
 But instantly made him 
 
 A saint and a son. 
 
 4 The jailer, I read, 
 
 A pardon receiv'df : 
 And how was he freed ? 
 He only belie v'd : 
 
 * Luke xxiii. 43. t Acts xvi. 51 
 
Hymn 9. Seeking, Sec. 287 
 
 His case mine resembled, 
 
 Like me he was foul, 
 Like me too he trembled, 
 
 But faith made him whole. 
 
 5 Though Saul in his youth, 
 
 To madness enrag'd ; 
 Against the Lord's truth 
 
 And people engag'd ; 
 Yet Jesus, the Saviour, 
 
 Whom long he revil'd*, 
 Receiv'd him to favour, 
 
 And made him a child. 
 
 6 A foe to all good, 
 
 In wickedness skill'd, 
 Manasseh with blood 
 
 Jerusalem fill'd ; 
 In evil long harden'd, 
 
 The Lord he defy'd ; 
 Yet he too was pardon'd* 
 
 When mercy he cry'df . 
 
 7 Of sinners the chief, 
 
 And viler than all, 
 The jailer or thief, 
 
 Manasseh or Saul : 
 Since they were forgiv'n 
 
 Why should I despair, 
 While Christ is in heav'n, 
 
 And still answers pray 'r f 
 
 * 4 Tim. i. 16. t 2 Chron. xxxiii. 12, 13. 
 
288 Seeking, &c. Book III. 
 
 X. The Waiting Soul. 
 
 1 Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord, 
 
 And cheer me from the north ; 
 Blow on the treasures of thy word, 
 And call the spices forth ! 
 
 2 I wish, thou know'st, to be resign'd, 
 
 And wait with patient hope ; 
 But hope delay 'd, fatigues the mind, 
 And drinks the spirits up. 
 
 3 Help me to reach the distant goal, 
 
 Confirm my feeble knee, 
 Pity the sickness of a soul 
 That faints for love of thee. 
 
 4 Cold as I feel this heart of mine, 
 
 Yet since I feel it so, 
 It yields some hope of life divine 
 Within, however low. 
 
 5 I seem forsaken and alone, 
 
 I hear the lion roar ; 
 And every door is shut, but one, 
 And that is mercy's door. 
 
 6 There, till the dear Deliv'rer come 
 
 I'll wait with humble pray'r ; 
 And when he calls his exile home, 
 The Lord shall find him there. 
 
 XI. The Effort. 
 
 1 Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat 
 Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers 
 
 pray'r ; 
 There humbly cast thyself beneath his feet, 
 For never needy sinner perish'd there. 
 
Hymn 12. Seeking, &c. 239 
 
 2 Lord, I am come ! thy promise is my plea, 
 Without thy word I durst not venture nigh; 
 But thou hast call'd the burden'd soul to thee ; 
 A weary burden'd soul, O Lord, am I ! 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a heavy load of sin, 
 By Satan's fierce temptations sorely prest, 
 Beset without, and full of fears within, 
 Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place, 
 I know no force can tear me from thy side ; 
 Unmov'd I then my all accusers face, 
 
 And answer ev'ry charge with " Jesus dy'd." 
 
 5 Yes, thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, 
 and die, 
 
 Well hast thou known what fierce temptations 
 
 mean, 
 Such was thy love, and now enthron'd on high, 
 The same compassions in thy bosom reign. 
 
 6 Lord give me faith — he hears — what grace 
 is this ! 
 
 Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve ; 
 He shows me what he did, and who he is, 
 I must, I will, I can, I do believe. 
 
 XII. The Effort — in another Measure. 
 
 1 Approach, my soul, the mercy- seat 
 
 Where Jesus answers pray Y ; 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 
 
 With this I venture nigh ; 
 Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, 
 And such, O Lord, am I. 
 
 2 B 
 
290 Seeking, Sec. Book. Ill, 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 
 
 By Satan sorely prest ; 
 j By war without, and fears within, 
 I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place ! 
 
 That, shelter'd near thy side, 
 I may my fierce accuser face ; 
 
 And tell him, " Thou hast dy'd." 
 
 5 Oh wondrous love ! to bleed and die, 
 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 That guilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name. 
 
 6 " Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, 
 
 " My promis'd grace receive ;" 
 'Tis Jesus speaks — I must, I will, 
 I can, I do believe. 
 
 XIII. Seeking the Beloved. 
 
 h To those who know the Lord, I speak, 
 Is my beloved near ? 
 The bridegroom of my soul I seek, 
 Oh ! when will he appear ? 
 
 2 Though once a man of grief and shame, 
 
 Yet now he fills a throne, 
 And bears the greatest, sweetest name, 
 That earth or heav'n have known. 
 
 3 Grace flies before, and love attends 
 
 His steps where'er he goes ; 
 Though none can see him but his friends, 
 And they were once his foes. 
 
Hymn 14. Seeking, 8cc 291 
 
 4 He speaks — obedient to his call 
 
 Our warm affections, move ; 
 Did he but shine alike on all, 
 Then all alike would love. 
 
 5 Then love in ev'ry heart would reign, 
 
 And war would cease to roar ; 
 And cruel and blood-thirsty men 
 Would thirst for blood no more. 
 
 6 Such Jesus is, and such his grace, 
 
 Oh may he shine on you ! 
 And tell him, when you see his face, 
 I long to see him too*. 
 
 XIV. Rest for weary Souls. 
 
 Does the Gospel- word proclaim 
 
 Rest for those who weary bef ? 
 Then, my soul, put in thy claim, 
 
 Sure that promise speaks to thee : 
 Marks of grace I cannot show, 
 
 All polluted is my best ; 
 Yet I weary am, I know, 
 
 And the weary long for rest. 
 
 Burden'd with a load of sin, 
 
 Harass'd with tormenting doubt, 
 Hourly conflicts from within, 
 
 Hourly crosses from without : 
 All my little strength is gone, 
 
 Sink I must without supply ; 
 Sure upon the earth is none 
 
 Can more weary be than I. 
 
 * Cant. v. 8. t Matth. xi. 28, 
 
292 Conflict. Book III 
 
 3 In the ark the weary dove 
 
 Found a welcome resting-place* ; 
 Thus my spirit longs to prove 
 
 Rest in Christ, the ark of grace : 
 Tempest-toss'd I long have been, 
 
 And the flood increases fast ; 
 Open, Lord, and take me in, 
 
 Till the storm be overpast. 
 
 4 Safely lodg'd within thy breast, 
 
 What a wondrous change I find ! 
 Now I know thy promis'd rest 
 
 Can compose a troubled mind : 
 You that weary are like me, 
 
 Hearken to the Gospel- call ; 
 To the ark for refuge flee, 
 
 Jesus will receive you all ! 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 45. 69. 82, 83, 84. 96. 
 Book II. Hymn 29. 
 
 III. CONFLICT. 
 
 XV. C. Light shining out of Darkness. 
 
 1 God moves in a mysterious way, 
 His wonders to perform ; 
 He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 * Gen. viii. 9. 
 
Hymn 16. Conflict. 293 
 
 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-failing skill, 
 He treasures up his bright designs, 
 And works his sov 'reign will. 
 
 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 
 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense. 
 
 But trust him for his grace ; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding ev'ry hour ; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the fiow'r. 
 
 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err*, 
 
 And scan his work in vain ; 
 God is his own interpreter, 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
 XVI. C. Welcome Cross, 
 
 1 'Tis my happiness below 
 
 Not to live without the cross, 
 But the Saviour's pow'r to know, 
 
 Sanctifying ev'ry loss : 
 Trials must and will befall ; 
 
 But with humble faith to see 
 Love inscrib'd upon them all, 
 This is happiness to me. 
 * John xiii. 7, 
 
 2B2 
 
294 Conflict. Book III. 
 
 2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds 
 
 Of affliction, pain, and toil ; 
 These spring up, and choke the weeds 
 
 Which would else o'erspread the soil : 
 Trials make the promise sweet, 
 
 Trials give new life to pray'r ; 
 Trials bring me to his feet, 
 
 Lay me low, and keep me there. 
 
 3 Did I meet no trials here, 
 
 No chastisement by the way ; 
 Might I not, with reason, fear 
 
 I should prove a cast- away : 
 Bastards may escape the rod*, 
 
 Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 
 But the true-born child of God 
 
 Must not, would not, if he might. 
 
 XVII. C. Afflictions sanctified fry the Word. 
 
 1 O how I love thy holy word, 
 Thy gracious covenant, O Lord ! 
 It guides me in the peaceful way, 
 I think upon it all the day. 
 
 2 What are the mines of shining wealth, 
 The strength of youth, the bloom of health ! 
 What are all joys compar'd with those 
 Thine everlasting word bestows ! • 
 
 3 Long unafflicted, undismay'd, 
 
 In pleasure's path secure I stray 'd ; 
 Thou mad'st me feel thy chast'ning rod, 
 And strait I turn'd unto my Godf. 
 
 * Heb. xii. 8. t Psalm cxix. 71. 
 
Hymn 18. Conflict. 295 
 
 4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart. 
 I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart ; 
 It taught my tears a while to flow, 
 
 But sav'd me from eternal wo. 
 
 5 Oh ! hadst thou left me unchastis'd, 
 Thy precept I had still despis'd ; 
 And still the snare in secret laid, 
 Had my unwary feet betray 'd. 
 
 6 I love thee, therefore, O my God, 
 And breathe towards thy dear abode ; 
 Where in thy presence fully blest, 
 Thy chosen saints for ever rest. 
 
 XVIII. C. Temptation. 
 
 1 The billows swell, the winds are high, 
 Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; 
 
 Out of the depths to thee I call, 
 
 My fears are great, my strength is small. 
 
 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 
 
 And guide and guard me through the storm ; 
 Defend me from each threat'ning ill, 
 Control the waves, say, " Peace, be still.'* 
 
 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 
 
 My soul still hangs her hopes on thee ; 
 Thy constant love, thy faithful care, 
 Is all that saves me from despair. 
 
 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name 
 Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitful shore, 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
2% 
 
 Conflict, 
 
 Book HI. 
 
 5 Though tempest- toss'd, and half a wreck, 
 My Saviour through the floods I seek ; 
 Let neither winds nor stormy main 
 Force back my shattered bark again, 
 
 XIX. C. Looking' u/mvards in a Stor?n. 
 
 1 God of my life, to thee I call, 
 Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; 
 
 When the great water- floods prevail, 
 Leave not my trembling heart to fail* 1 
 
 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! 
 Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? 
 Where, but with thee, whose open door 
 Invites the helpless and the poor ? 
 
 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
 And thou refuse that mourner's plea f 
 Does not the world still fix'd remain, 
 That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 
 
 4 That were a grief I could not bear, 
 Didst thou not hear and answer pray'r ; 
 But a pray V- hearing, answ'ring God, 
 Supports me under ev'ry load. 
 
 5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me ; 
 I have an advocate with thee ; 
 They whom the world caresses most, 
 Have no such privilege to boast. • 
 
 6 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgotf, 
 Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
 And he is safe, and must succeed, 
 For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 
 
 * Psalm lxix. 15. 
 
 t Psalm xl. IT. 
 
Hymn 21. Conflict. 297 
 
 XX. C. The Valley of the Shadow of Death. 
 
 1 My soul is sad and much dismay 'd ; 
 
 See, Lord, what legions of my foes, 
 With fierce Apollyon at their head, 
 My heav'nly pilgrimage oppose ! 
 
 2 See, from the ever-burning lake, 
 
 How like a smoky cloud they rise ! 
 With horrid blasts my soul they shake, 
 With storms of blasphemies and lies. 
 
 3 Their fiery arrows reach the mark *, 
 
 My throbbing heart with anguish tear ; 
 Each lights upon a kindred spark, 
 And finds abundant fuel there. 
 
 4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord ; 
 
 Oh ! I would drive it from my breast, 
 With thy own sharp two-edged sword, 
 Far as the east is from the west. 
 
 5 Come then, and chase the cruel host, 
 
 Heal the deep wounds I have receiv'd 
 Nor let the pow'rs of darkness boast, 
 That I am foil'd, and thou art griev'd ! 
 
 XXI. The Storm Hushed. 
 
 1 'Tis past — the dreadful stormy night 
 Is gone, with all its fears ! 
 And now I see returning light, 
 The Lord, my Sun, appears. 
 
 * Eph. vi. 16. 
 
20S Conflict, Book III. 
 
 2 The tempter, who but lately said, 
 
 I soon shall be his pre 
 Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled 
 With shame and grief away. 
 
 3 Ah ! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face, 
 
 What has my soul endur'd ? 
 But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace, 
 And all my wounds are cur'd ! 
 
 4 Oh wondrous change ! but just before 
 
 Despair beset me round, 
 I heard the lion's horrid roar, 
 And trembled at the sound. 
 
 5 Before corruption, guilt, and fear, 
 
 My comforts blasted fell ; 
 And unbelief discover'd near 
 The dreadful depths of hell. 
 
 6 But Jesus pity'd my distress, 
 
 He heard my feeble cry, 
 Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, 
 And brought salvation nigh. 
 
 7 Beneath the banner of his love 
 
 I now secure remain ; 
 The tempter frets, but dares not move, 
 To break my peace again. 
 
 8 Lord, since thou thus hast broke my bands, 
 
 And set the captive free, 
 I would devote my tongue, my hands. 
 My heart, my all, to thee. 
 
Hymn 22. Conflict. 299 
 
 XXII. Help in the Time of Need. 
 
 1 Unless the Lord had been my stay, 
 (With trembling joy my soul may say,) 
 
 My cruel foe had gain'd his end : 
 But he appear'd for my relief, 
 And Satan sees, with shame and grief, 
 
 That I have an Almighty Friend, 
 
 2 Oh ! 'twas a dark and trying hour, 
 When harass'd by the tempter's pow'r 
 
 I felt my strongest hopes decline ! 
 You only who have known his arts, 
 You only who have felt his darts, 
 
 Can pity such a case as mine. 
 
 3 Loud in my ears a charge be read, 
 (My conscience witness'd all he said,) 
 
 My long black list of outward sin ; 
 Then bringing forth my heart to view, 
 Too well what's hidden there he knew, 
 
 He show'd me ten times worse within. 
 
 4 'Tis all too true, my soul reply 'd, 
 But I remember Jesus dy'd, 
 
 And now he fills a throne of grace ; 
 I'll go, as I have done before, 
 His mercy I may still implore, 
 
 I have his promise, " Seek my face." 
 
 5 But as when sudden fogs arise, 
 
 The trees and hills, the sun and skies, 
 
 Are all at once conceal'd from view ; 
 So clouds of horror, black as night, 
 By Satan rais'd, hid from my sight 
 The throne of grace and promise too. 
 
300 Conflict. Book III. 
 
 6 Then while beset with guilt and fear, 
 He try'd to urge me to despair, 
 
 He try'd, and he almost prevail 'd ; 
 But Jesus, by a heav'nly ray, 
 Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear away, 
 And all the tempter's malice fail'd. 
 
 XXIII. C. Peace after a Storjn. 
 
 1 When darkness long has veil'd my mind, 
 
 And smiling day once more appears, 
 Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
 The folly of my doubts and fears. 
 
 2 Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart, 
 
 And blush that I should ever be 
 Thus prone to act so base a part 
 
 Or harbour one hard thought of thee ! 
 
 3 Oh ! let me then at length be taught 
 
 What I am still so slow to learn ; 
 
 That God is love, and changes not, 
 
 Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 
 
 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! 
 
 But wdien my faith is sharply try'd, 
 I find myself a learner yet, 
 
 Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 
 
 5 But, O my Lord ! one look from thee 
 
 Subdues the disobedient will ; 
 Drives doubt and discontent away, 
 And thy rebellious w r orm is still. 
 
 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, 
 
 As I am ready to repine ; 
 Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ; 
 Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. 
 
 
Hymn 24 Collet.. 301 
 
 XXIV. C. Mourning and Longing. 
 
 1 The Saviour hides his face ! 
 
 My spirit thirsts to prove 
 Renew'd supplies of pard'ning grace, 
 And never-fading love. 
 
 2 The favour' d souls who know 
 
 What glories shine in him, 
 
 Pant for his presence, as the roe 
 
 Pants for the living stream ! 
 
 3 What trifles tease me now ! 
 
 They swarm like summer flies., 
 They cleave to ev'ry thing I do, 
 And swim before my eyes. 
 
 4 How dull the Sabbath-day, 
 
 Without the Sabbath's Lord ! 
 How toilsome then to sing arid pray, 
 And wait upon the word ! 
 
 5 Of all the truths I hear, 
 
 How few delight my taste ! 
 
 I glean a berry here and there, 
 
 But mourn the vintage past. 
 
 6 Yet let me, (as I ought,) 
 
 Still hope to be supply 'd ; 
 No pleasure else is worth a thought, 
 Nor shall I be deny'd. 
 
 7 Though I am but a worm, 
 
 Unworthy of his care, 
 The Lord will my desire perform, 
 And grant me all my prayV. 
 
 2 C 
 
302 Conflict. Book III 
 
 XXV. Rejoice the Soul of thy Servant. 
 
 1 When my pray'rs are a burden and task. 
 
 No wonder I little receive ; 
 O Lord, make me willing to ask, 
 
 Since thou art so ready to give : 
 Although I am bought with thy blood, 
 
 And all thy salvation is mine : 
 At a distance from thee, my chief good, 
 
 I wander, and languish, and pine. 
 
 2 Of thy goodness of old, when I read, 
 
 To those who were sinners like me, 
 Why may I not wrestle and plead, 
 
 With them a partaker to be ? 
 Thine arm is not short 'ned since then, 
 
 And those who believe in thy name, 
 Ever find thou art Yea and Amen, 
 
 Through all generations the same. 
 
 3 While my spirit within me is prest, 
 
 With sorrow, temptation, and fear, 
 Like Joh n, I would flee to thy breast*, 
 
 And pour my complaints in thine ear : 
 How happy and favour'd was he, 
 
 Who could on thy bosom repose ! 
 Might this favour be granted to me, 
 
 I'd smile at the rage of my foes. 
 
 4 I have heard of thy wonderful name, 
 
 How great and exalted thou art ; 
 But, ah ! I confess to my shame, 
 It faintly impresses my heart : 
 
 * John xiii. 25. 
 
Hymn 26. Conflict. 303 
 
 The beams of thy glory display, 
 As Peter once saw thee appear; 
 
 That, transported like him, I may say, 
 " It is good for my soul to be here*." 
 
 5 What a sorrow and weight didst thou feel, 
 
 When nail'd, for my sake, to the tree I 
 My heart sure is harder than steel, 
 
 To feel no more sorrow for thee : 
 Oh ! let me with Thomas descry 
 
 The wounds in thy hands and thy side, 
 And have feelings like his, when I cry, 
 
 " My God and my Saviour has dy'df •" 
 
 6 But if thotf hast appointed me still 
 
 To wrestle, and suffer, and fight ; 
 O make me resign to thy will, 
 
 For all thine appointments are right : 
 This mercy, at least, I entreat, 
 
 That, 'knowing how vile I have been, 
 I, with Mary, may wait at thy feet J, 
 
 And weep o'er the pardon of sin. 
 
 XXVL C. Self -acquaintance . 
 
 1 Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, 
 
 Which of itself complains, 
 And mourns, with much and frequent smart, 
 The evil it contains. 
 
 2 There fiery seeds of anger lurk, 
 
 Which often hurt my frame : 
 And wait but for the tempter's work, 
 To fan them to a flame. 
 
 * Matth. xvii. 4. f John xx. 28. | Luke vii. 38. 
 
304 
 
 Conflict. 
 
 Book III. 
 
 3 Legality holds out a bribe 
 
 To purchase life from thee ; 
 And discontent would fain prescribe 
 How thou shalt deal with me. 
 
 4 While unbelief withstands thy grace, 
 
 And puts thy mercy by ; 
 Presumption, with a brow of brass, 
 Says, " Give me, or I die/' 
 
 5 How eager are my thoughts to roam 
 
 In quest of what they love ! 
 But ah ! when duty calls them home, 
 How heavily they move ! 
 
 6 Oh, cleanse me in a Saviours bloody 
 
 Transform me by thy pow'r, 
 And make me thy belov'd abode, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 XXVII. Bitter and Sweet, 
 
 1 Kindle, Saviour, in my heart, 
 
 A flame of love divine ; 
 Hear, for mine I trust thou art, 
 
 And sure I would be thine : 
 If my soul has felt thy grace, 
 
 If to me thy name is known ; 
 Why should trifles fill the place 
 
 D ue to thyself alone ? 
 
 2 Tis a strange mysterious life 
 
 I live from day to day ; 
 Light and darkness, peace and strife, 
 Bear an alternate svvav : 
 
Hymn 28. Conflict. 305 
 
 When I think the battle won, 
 
 I have to fight it o'er again ; 
 When I say I'm overthrown, 
 
 Relief I soon obtain. 
 
 3 Often at the mercy- seat, 
 
 While calling on thy name, 
 Swarms of evil thoughts I meet, 
 
 Which fill my soul with shame. 
 Agitated in my mind, 
 
 Like a feather in the air, 
 Can I thus a blessing find ? 
 
 My soul, can this be pray'r ? 
 
 4 But when Christ, my Lord and Friend ? 
 
 Is pleas'd to show his pow'r ; 
 All at once my troubles end, 
 
 And I've a golden hour ; 
 Then I see his smiling face, 
 
 Feel the pledge of joys to come ; 
 Often, Lord, repeat this grace 
 
 Till thou shalt call me home. 
 
 XXVIII. C. Prayer for Patience, 
 
 Lord, who hast sufFer'd all for me, 
 My peace and pardon to procure, 
 
 The lighter cross I bear for thee, 
 Help me with patience to endure. 
 
 The storm of loud repining, hush, 
 I would in humble silence mourn ; 
 
 Why should th' unburnt, though burning 
 bush, 
 Be angry as the crackling thorn ? 
 
 2 C 2 
 
306 Conflict. Book III. 
 
 3 Man should not faint at thy rebuke, 
 
 Like Joshua falling on his face*, 
 When the curs'd thing that Achan took, 
 Brought Israel into just disgrace. 
 
 4 Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd, 
 
 Some secret sin offends my God ; 
 Perhaps that Babylonish vest, 
 
 Self-righteousness, provokes the rod. 
 
 5 Ah ! were I bufFetted all day, 
 
 Mock 'd,crown'd with thorns,and spit upon; 
 I yet should have no right to say, 
 My great distress is mine alone. 
 
 6 Let me not angrily declare 
 
 No pain was ever sharp like mine ; 
 Nor murmur at the cross I bear, 
 But rather weep, rememb ring thine. 
 
 XXIX. C. Sub?7iission. 
 
 1 OLord, my best desire fulfil, 
 
 And help me to resign 
 Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
 And make thy pleasure mine. 
 
 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 
 
 Whose love forbids my fears ? 
 Or tremble at the gracious hand 
 That wipes away my tears ? 
 
 3 No, let me rather freely yield 
 
 What most I prize to thee ; 
 Who never hast a good withheld, 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 Joshua vii. 10, II. 
 
Hymn 30. Cuufliet. 307 
 
 4 Thy favour, all my journey through, 
 
 Thou art engag'd to grant ; 
 What else I want, or think I do, 
 'Tis better still to want. 
 
 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, 
 
 Shall I resist them both ? 
 A poor blind creature of a day, 
 And crush'd before the moth ! 
 
 6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, 
 
 Still bind me to thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud that veils my skies, 
 Drives all these thoughts away, 
 
 XXX. Why should I complain ? 
 
 1 When my Saviour, rny Shepherd, is near, 
 
 How quickly my sorrows depart ! 
 New beauties around me appear, 
 
 New spirits enliven my heart : 
 His presence gives peace to my soul, 
 
 And Satan assaults me in vain ; 
 While my Shepherd his pow r er controls, 
 
 I think I no more shall complain. 
 
 2 But alas ! what a change do I find, [sight ! 
 
 When my Shepherd withdraws from my 
 My fears all return to my mind, 
 
 My day is soon chang'd into night : 
 Then Satan his effort renews 
 
 To vex and ensnare me again : 
 All my pleasing enjoyments I lose, 
 
 And can only lament and complain. 
 
 3 By these changes I often pass through, 
 
 I am taught my own weakness to know ; 
 I am taught what my Shepherd can do, 
 And how much to his mercy I owe : 
 
308 Conflict. Book III. 
 
 It is he that supports me through all ; 
 
 When I faint he revives me again ; 
 He attends to my pray V when I call, 
 
 And bids me no longer complain. 
 
 4 Wherefore then should I murmur and grieve ? 
 
 Since my Shepherd is always the same, 
 And has promis'd he never will leave* 
 
 The soul that confides in his name : 
 To relieve me from all that I fear, 
 
 He was buffetted, tempted, and slain ; 
 And at length he will surely appear, 
 
 Tho 1 he leaves me a while to complain. 
 
 5 While I dwell in an enemy's land, 
 
 Can I hope to be always in peace ? 
 'Tis enough that my Shepherd's at hand, 
 
 And that shortly this warfare will cease ; 
 For ere long he will bid me removef 
 
 From this region of sorrow and pain, 
 To abide in his presence above, 
 
 And then I no more shall complain. 
 
 XXXI. Return, Lord, how lo?ig. 
 
 1 Return to bless my waiting eyes, 
 
 And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord ! 
 Without thee all beneath the skies 
 No real pleasure can afford. 
 
 2 When thy lov'd presence meets my sight, 
 
 It softens care and sweetens toil ; 
 The Sun shines forth with double light, 
 The whole creation wears a smile. 
 
 * Jer. i. 19. t Rev. ii. 10. 
 
Hymn 32. Conflict. 309 
 
 3 Upon thine arm of love I rest, 
 
 Thy gracious voice forbids my fear ; 
 No storms disturb my peaceful breast, 
 No foes assault when thou art near. 
 
 4 But, ah ! since thou hast been away, 
 
 Nothing but trouble have I known ; 
 And Satan marks me for hi* prey, 
 Because he sees me left alone. 
 
 5 My sun is hid, my comforts lost, 
 
 My graces droop, my sins revive ; 
 Distressed, dismay 'd, and tempest-toss'd, 
 My soul is only just alive ! 
 
 6 Lord, hear my cry, and come again ! 
 
 Put all mine enemies to shame ; 
 And let them see 'tis not in vain 
 That I have trusted in thy name, 
 
 XXXII. Cast doivrij but not destroyed, 
 
 1 Though sore beset with guilt and fear, 
 I cannot, dare not, quite despair ; 
 
 If I must perish, would the Lord 
 Have taught my heart to love his word ? 
 Would he have giv'n me eyes to see, 
 My danger, and my remedy ; 
 Reveal'd his name, and bid me pray, 
 Had he resolved to say me nay* ? 
 
 2 No — though cast down, I am not slain ; 
 I fall, but I shall rise again j ; 
 
 The present, Satan, is thy hour, 
 But Jesus shall control thy pow'r : 
 
 * Judges xiii. 23. f Micah vii. 8. 
 
310 Coiifiict. Book III. 
 
 His love will plead for my relief, 
 
 He hears my groans, he sees my grief ; 
 
 Nor will he suffer thee to boast, 
 
 A soul that sought his help was lost. 
 
 3 'Tis true, I have unfaithful been, 
 And griev'd his spirit by my sin; 
 Yet still his mercy he'll reveal, 
 And all my wounds and follies heal : 
 Abounding sin, I must confess, 
 But more abounding is his grace * ; 
 He once vouchsaf 'd for me to bleed, 
 And now he lives my cause to plead. 
 
 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, 
 I see him on his mercy- seat, 
 
 ('Tis sprinkled with atoning blood ;) 
 There sinners find access to God : 
 Ye burdened souls, approach with me, 
 And make the Saviour's name your plea j 
 Jesus will pardon all who come, 
 And strike our fierce accuser dumb. 
 
 XXXIII. The benighted Traveller. 
 
 1 Forest beasts, that live by prey, 
 Seldom show themselves by day ; 
 But when day-light is withdrawn f , 
 Then they rove and roar till dawn. 
 
 2 Who can tell the traveler's fears, 
 When their horrid yells he hears ? 
 Terror almost stops his breath, 
 While each step he looks for death. 
 
 * Rom. v. 20. t Psal. civ. 20. 
 
Hymn 34, Conflict. 311 
 
 3 Thus when Jesus is in view, 
 Cheerful I my way pursue ; 
 Walking by my Saviour's light. 
 Nothing can my soul affright. 
 
 4 But when he forbears to shine, 
 Soon the traveler's case is mine ; 
 Lost, benighted, struck with dread , 
 What a painful path I tread ! 
 
 5 Then my soul with terror hears 
 Worse than lions, wolves, or bears, 
 Roaring loud in ev'ry part, 
 Through the forest of my heart. 
 
 6 Wrath, impatience, envy, pride, 
 Satan and his host beside, 
 Press around me to devour ; 
 How can I escape their pow'r ? 
 
 7 Gracious Lord, afford me light, 
 Put these beasts of prey to flight ; 
 Let thy pow'r and love be shown * ; 
 Save me, for I am thine own. 
 
 XXXIV. The Prisoner. 
 
 1 Wh e n the poor pris'ner through a grate 
 
 Sees others walk at large, 
 How does he mourn his lonely state, 
 And long for a discharge ! 
 
 2 Thus I, confin'd in unbelief, 
 My loss of freedom mourn ; 
 
 And spend my hours in fruitless grief, 
 Until my Lord return. 
 
 * Psal. cxix. 94. 
 
312 Conflict. Book III. 
 
 3 The beam of day, which pierces through 
 
 The gloom in which I dwell, 
 Only discloses to my view 
 The horrors of my cell. 
 
 4 Ah ! how my pensive spirit faints, 
 
 To think of former days ! 
 When I could triumph with the saints. 
 And join their songs of praise. 
 
 5 But now my joys are all cut off, 
 
 In prison I am cast ; 
 And Satan, with a cruel scoff, 
 
 Says, " Where's your God at last*?'' 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, for thy mercy's sake, 
 
 My strong, my only plea, 
 These gates and bars in pieces break, 
 And set the pris'ner freef ! 
 
 7 Surely my soul shall sing to thee, 
 
 For liberty restor'd ; 
 And all thy saints admire to see 
 The mercies of the Lord. 
 
 XXXV. Perplexity relieved. 
 
 1 Uncertain how the way to find 
 
 Which to salvation led, 
 I listen'd long, with anxious mind, 
 To hear what others said. 
 
 2 When some of joys and comforts told, 
 
 I fear'd that I was wrong ; 
 For I was stupid, dead, and cold, 
 Had neither joy nor song. 
 * Psal. cxv. 2. t Psal. cxlii. 7. 
 
Hymn 36. Conflict. 313 
 
 3 The Lord my lab'ring heart relieved, 
 And made my burden light ; 
 
 Then for a moment I believ'd, 
 Supposing all was right. 
 
 4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd, 
 Of anguish and dismay, 
 
 Through what distresses they had walk'd, 
 Before they found the way. 
 
 5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain, 
 For I had liv'd at ease ; 
 
 I wish'd for all my fears again, 
 To make me more like these. 
 
 6 I had my wish ; the Lord disclos'd 
 The evils of my heart, 
 
 And left my naked soul expos'd 
 To Satan's fiery dart. 
 
 7 Alas ! " I now must give it up," 
 I cry'd in deep despair ; 
 
 How could I dream of drawing hope, 
 From what I cannot bear ! 
 
 8 Again my Saviour brought me aid, 
 And when he set me free, 
 
 " Trust simply on my word," he said, 
 " And leave the rest to me." 
 
 XXXVI. Prayer answered by Crosses. 
 
 I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow 
 In faith and love, and ev'ry grace ; 
 
 Might more of his salvation know, 
 And seek more earnestly his face. 
 2 D 
 
314 Conflict. Book III, 
 
 2 Twas he who taught me thus to pray, 
 
 And he, I trust, has answer 'd pray'r ; 
 But it has been in such a way, 
 As almost drove me to despair. 
 
 3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour, 
 
 At once he'd answer my request ; 
 And by his love's constraining pow'r, 
 Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 
 
 4 Instead of this, he made me feel 
 
 The hidden evils of my heart ; 
 And let the angry pow'rs of hell 
 Assault my soul in ev'ry part. 
 
 5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd 
 
 Intent to aggravate my wo ; 
 Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, 
 Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 
 
 6 Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, 
 
 Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ? 
 " 'Tis in this way," the Lord reply 'd, 
 " I answer pray'r for grace and faith. 
 
 7 " These inward trials I employ, 
 
 " From self and pride to set thee free ; 
 " And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
 " That thou may'st seek thy all hi me." 
 
 XXXVII. / will trust, and not be afraid. 
 
 1 Begone, unbelief, 
 My Saviour is near, 
 And for my relief 
 Will surely appear : 
 
Hymn 37. Conflict. 313 
 
 By pray'r let me wrestle, 
 
 And he will perform ; 
 With Christ in the vessel, 
 
 I smile at the storm. 
 
 2 Though dark be my way, 
 
 Since he is my guide, 
 'Tis mine to obey, 
 
 'Tis his to provide ; 
 Though cisterns be broken, 
 
 And creatures all fail, 
 The word he has spoken 
 
 Shall surely prevail. 
 
 3 His love in time past 
 
 Forbids me to think 
 He'll leave me at last, 
 
 In trouble to sink ; 
 Each sweet Ebenezer 
 
 I have in review, 
 Confirms his good pleasure 
 
 To help me quite through, 
 
 4 Determin'd to save, 
 
 He watch 'd o'er my path, 
 When, Satan's blind slave, 
 
 I sported with death ; 
 And can he have taught me 
 
 To trust in his name, 
 And thus far have brought me, 
 
 To put me to shame ? 
 
 5 Why should I complain 
 
 Of want or distress, 
 Temptation or pain ? 
 He told me no less ; 
 
31G Conflict. Book III. 
 
 The heirs of salvation, 
 
 I know from his word, 
 Through much tribulation 
 
 Must follow their Lord*. 
 
 6 How bitter that cup, 
 
 No heart can conceive, 
 Which he drank quite up, 
 
 That sinners might live ! 
 His way was much rougher 
 
 And darker than mine ; 
 Did Jesus thus suffer, 
 
 And shall I repine ? 
 
 7 Since all that I meet 
 
 Shall work for my good, 
 The bitter is sweet, 
 
 The med'cine is food ; 
 Though painful at present, 
 
 'Twill cease before long, 
 And then, oh ! how pleasant 
 
 The conqueror's songf ! 
 
 XXXVIII. Questions to Unbelief. 
 
 If to Jesus for relief 
 
 My soul has fled by pray'r, 
 Why should I give way to grief, 
 
 Or heart- consuming care ? 
 Are not all things in his hand ? 
 
 Has he not his promise past ? 
 Will he then regardless stand, 
 
 And let me sink at last ? 
 
 * Acts xiv. 22. f Rom. viii. ST. 
 
Hymn 3S. Conflict, 317 
 
 2 While I know his providence 
 
 Disposes each event, 
 Shall I judge by feeble sense, 
 
 And yield to discontent ? 
 If he worms and sparrows feed, 
 
 Clothe the grass in rich array*", 
 Can he see a child in need, 
 
 And turn his eye away ? 
 
 3 When his name was quite unknown, 
 
 And sin my life employ 'd ; 
 Then he watch'd me as his own, 
 
 Or I had been destroy 'd : 
 Now his mercy- seat I know, 
 
 Now by grace am reconcil'd ; 
 Would he spare me while a foe, 
 
 To leave me when a child f ? 
 
 4 If he all my wants supply'd, 
 
 When I disdain'd to pray, 
 Now his Spirit is my guide, 
 
 How can he say me nay ? 
 If he would not give me up 
 
 When my soul against him fought. 
 Will he disappoint the hope 
 
 Which he himself has wrought? 
 
 5 If he shed his precious blood 
 
 To bring me to his fold, 
 
 Can I think that meaner good 
 
 He ever will withhold J ? 
 
 * Matt. vi. 26. f Rom. v. 10. \ Rom. viii. 32. 
 
 
318 Conflict. Book III, 
 
 Satan, vain is thy device ! 
 
 Here my hope rests well assur'd, 
 In that great redemption-price, 
 
 I see the whole secur'd. 
 
 XXXIX. Great Effects by weak Means. 
 
 1 Unbelief the soul dismays 
 What objections will it raise ! 
 But true faith securely leans 
 On the promise, in the means. 
 
 2 If to faith it once be known, 
 God has said, " It shall be done, 
 " And in this appointed way ;" 
 Faith has then no more to say. 
 
 3 Moses' rod, by faith uprear'd, 
 Through the sea a path prepar'd* ; 
 Jericho's devoted wall 
 
 At the trumpet's sound must fallf . 
 
 4 With a pitcher and a lamp, 
 Gideon overthrew a campj ; 
 And a stone, w r ell aim'd by faith, 
 Prov'd the arm'd Philistine's death §. 
 
 5 Thus the Lord is pleas'd to try 
 Those who on his help rely ; 
 
 By the means he makes it known,. 
 That the pow'r is all his own. 
 
 * Exod. xiv. 21. f Joshua vi. 20. 
 | Judges vii. 22. § 1 Sam. xvii. 49. 
 
Hymn 40. Conflict. 319 
 
 6 Yet the means are not in vain, 
 If the end we would obtain ; 
 Though the breath of pray 'r be weak, 
 None shall find but they who seek. 
 
 7 God alone the heart can reach. 
 Yet the ministers must preach ; 
 'Tis their part the seed to sow, 
 And 'tis his to make it grow. 
 
 XL. Why art thou cast down ? 
 
 1 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares 
 To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; 
 They cast dishonour on thy Lord, 
 And contradict his gracious word. 
 
 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far. 
 Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? 
 How canst thou want if he provide, 
 
 Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 
 
 3 When first before his mercy- seat, 
 Thou didst to him thy all commit ; 
 He gave thee warrant from that hour, 
 To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r. 
 
 4 Did ever trouble yet befall, 
 And he refuse to hear thy call ? 
 And has he not his promise past, 
 That thou shalt overcome at last ? 
 
 5 Like David, thou may'st comfort draw, 
 Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw ; 
 Goliath's rage I may defy, 
 
 For God, my Saviour, still is nigh. 
 
320 Conflict. Book III. 
 
 6 He who has help'd me hitherto, 
 Will help me all my journey through, 
 And give me daily cause to raise 
 New Ebenezers to his praise. 
 
 7 Though rough and thorny be the road, 
 It leads the home apace to God ; 
 Then count thy present trials small, 
 For heav'n will make amends for all. 
 
 XLI. The Way of Access. 
 
 1 One glance of thine, eternal Lord, 
 
 Pierces all nature through ; 
 Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor hell, afford 
 A shelter from thy view ! 
 
 2 The mighty whole, each smaller part, 
 
 At once before thee lies ; 
 And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart 
 Is open to thine eyes. 
 
 3 Though greatly from myself conceaPd, 
 
 Thou see'st my inward frame ; 
 To thee I always stand reveal'd, 
 Exactly as I am. 
 
 4 Since therefore I can hardly bear 
 
 What in myself I see ; 
 How vile and black must I appear, 
 Most holy God, to thee ? 
 
 5 But since my Saviour stands between, 
 
 In garments dy'd in blood, 
 
 'Tis he, instead of me, is seen, 
 
 When I approach to God. 
 
Hymn 42. Conflict. 321 
 
 6 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe ; 
 
 He pleads before the throne 
 
 His life and death in my behalf, 
 
 And calls my sins his own. 
 
 7 What wondrous love, what mysteries, 
 
 In this appointment shine ! 
 
 My breaches of the law are his, 
 
 And his obedience mine*. 
 
 XLII. The Pilgrim's Song. 
 
 1 From Egypt lately freed 
 
 By the Redeemer's grace, 
 A rough and thorny path we tread,' 
 In hopes to see his face. 
 
 2 The flesh dislikes the way, 
 
 But faith approves it well ; 
 This only leads to endless day, 
 All others lead to hell. 
 
 3 The promis'd land of peace 
 
 Faith keeps in constant view ; 
 How differ 'nt from the wilderness 
 We now are passing through ! 
 
 4 Here often from our eyes 
 
 Clouds hide the light divine ; 
 There we shall have unclouded skies^ 
 Our Sun will always shine. 
 
 5 Here griefs, and cares, and pains, 
 
 And fears, distress us sore ; 
 
 But there eternal pleasure reigns, 
 
 And we shall weep no more. 
 
 * 2 Cor. v. 21. 
 
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 6 Lord, pardon our complaints, 
 We follow at thy call ; 
 The joy prepaid for suffering saints 
 Will make amends for all. 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 10, 13, 21, 22, 24, 27, 40, 
 43, 44, 51, 56, 63, 76, 88, 107, 
 115, 126, 130, 131, 136, 142. 
 
 Book II. Hymns 30, 31, 84, 87, 92. 
 
 IV. COMFORT. 
 
 XLIII. Faith a new and comprehensive Seme, 
 
 1 Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell, 
 
 Are gifts we highly prize ; 
 But faith does singly each excel, 
 And all the five comprise. 
 
 2 More piercing than the eagle's sight, 
 
 It views the world unknown, . 
 Surveys the glorious realms of light, 
 And Jesus on the throne. 
 
 3 It hears the mighty voice of God, 
 
 And ponders what he saith ; 
 His word and works, his gifts and rod, 
 Have each a voice to faith. 
 
Hymn 44. Comfort. 323 
 
 4 It feels the touch of heav'nly pow'r *, 
 
 And from that boundless source, 
 Derives fresh vigour ev'ry hour 
 To run its daily course. 
 
 5 The truth and goodness of the Lord 
 
 Are suited to its taste f ; 
 Mean is the worldling's pamper'd board, 
 To faith's perpetual feast. 
 
 6 It smells the dear Redeemer's name 
 
 Like ointment poured forthj ; 
 Faith only knows, or can proclaim, 
 Its savour or its worth. 
 
 • 7 Till saving faith possess the mind, 
 In vain of sense we boast ; 
 We are but senseless, tasteless, blind, 
 And deaf, and dead, and lost. 
 
 XLIV. C. The happy Change. 
 
 1 How blest thy creature is, O God, 
 
 When, with a single eye, 
 He views the lustre of thy word, 
 The day spring from on high! 
 
 2 Through all the storms that veil the skies, 
 
 And frown on earthly things ; 
 The Sun of righteousness he eyes, 
 With healing on his wings. 
 
 3 Struck by that light, the human heart, 
 
 A barren soil no more, 
 Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, 
 Where serpents lurk'd before ), 
 
 * Luke viii. 46. t Psai. cxix. 103. 
 
 \ Solomon's Song, i. 3. § Isa. xxxv. 7. 
 
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 4 The soul, a dreary province once 
 
 Of Satan's dark domain, 
 Feels a new empire form'd within, 
 And owns a heav'nly reign. 
 
 5 The glorious orb, whose golden beams 
 
 The fruitful year control, 
 Since first, obedient to thy word, 
 He started from the goal, 
 
 6 Has cheer'd the nations with the joys 
 
 His orient rays impart ; 
 But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone 
 Can shine upon the heart. 
 
 XLV. C. Retirement. 
 
 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 
 From strife and tumult far ; 
 From scenes where Satan wages still 
 His most successful war. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
 
 With pray'r and praise agree ; 
 And seem by thy sweet bounty made, 
 For those who follow thee. 
 
 3 There if thy Spirit touch the soul, 
 
 And grace her mean abode, 
 Oh, with what peace and joy, and love, 
 She communes with her God ! 
 
 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours 
 
 Her solitary lays ; 
 Nor asks a witness of her song, 
 Nor thirsts for human praise. 
 
Hymn 46. Comfort. 325 
 
 5 Author and Guardian of my life, 
 
 Sweet source of light divine, 
 And, (all harmonious names in one,) 
 My Saviour, thou art mine ! 
 
 6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, 
 
 A boundless, endless store, 
 Shall echo through the realms above 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 XLVI. Jesus my all. 
 
 1 Why should I fear the darkest hour, 
 Or tremble at the tempter's pow'r ? 
 Jesus vouchsafes to be my tow'r. 
 
 2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field ? 
 Why must I either flee or yield, 
 
 Since Jesus is my mighty shield? 
 
 3 When creature- comforts fade and die, 
 Worldlings may weep ; but why should I ? 
 Jesus still lives, and still is nigh. 
 
 4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead, 
 My soul a famine need not dread, 
 
 For Jesus is my living bread. 
 
 5 I know not what may soon betide, 
 Or how my wants shall be supply 'd ; 
 But Jesus knows, and will provide. 
 
 6 Though sin would fill me with distress, 
 The throne of grace I dare address, 
 For Jesus is my righteousness. 
 
 7 Though faint my pray'rs, and cold my love, 
 My steadfast hope shall not remove, 
 While Jesus intercedes above. 
 
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 8 Against me earth and hell combine ; 
 But on my side is powY divine ; 
 Jesus is all, and he is mine. 
 
 XLVII. C. The Hidden Life. 
 
 1 To tell the Saviour all my wants, 
 
 How pleasing is the task ! 
 Nor less to praise him when he grants 
 Beyond what I can ask. 
 
 2 My lab 'ring spirit vainly seeks 
 
 To tell but half the joy ; 
 With how much tenderness he speaks, 
 And helps me to reply. 
 
 3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose 
 
 Such secrets to declare ; 
 Like precious wines, their taste they lose 
 Expos'd to open air. 
 
 4 But this with boldness I proclaim, 
 
 Nor care if thousands hear, 
 Sweet is the ointment of his name, 
 Not life is half so dear. 
 
 5 And can you frown, my former friends. 
 
 Who knew what once I was ; 
 And blame the song that thus commends 
 The man who bore the cross ? • 
 
 G Trust me, I draw the likeness true, 
 And not as fancy paints ; 
 Such honour may he give to you, 
 For such have all hi§ saints. 
 
Hymn 43. Comfort., 327 
 
 XLVIII. Joy and Peace in believing. 
 
 1 Sometimes a light surprises 
 
 The Christian while he sings ; 
 It is the Lord who rises 
 
 With healing in his wings : 
 When comforts are declining, 
 
 He grants the soul again 
 A season of clear shining, 
 
 To cheer it after rain. 
 
 2 In holy contemplation, 
 
 We sweetly then pursue 
 The theme of Goal's salvation, 
 
 And find it ever new : 
 Set free from present sorrow, 
 
 We cheerfully can say, 
 E'en let th' unknown to-morrow^ 
 
 Bring with it w~hat it may. 
 
 3 It can bring with it nothing 
 
 But he will bear us through ; 
 Who gives the lilies clothing, 
 
 Will clothe his people too : 
 Beneath the spreading heavens, 
 
 No creature but is fed ; 
 And he who feeds the ravens, 
 
 Will give his children bread. 
 
 4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither 
 
 Their wonted fruit shall bear, 
 
 Though all the field should wither, 
 
 Nor flocks nor herds be there : 
 
 * Matth. vi. 34. 
 
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 Yet God the same abiding, 
 
 His praise shall tune my voice ; 
 
 For while in him confiding, 
 I cannot but rejoice*. 
 
 XLIX. C. True Pleasures. 
 
 1 Lord, my soul with pleasure springs, 
 
 When Jesus* name I hear ; 
 And when God the Spirit brings 
 
 The word of promise near : 
 Beauties, too, in holiness, 
 
 Still delighted I perceive ; 
 Nor have words that can express 
 
 The joys thy precepts give. 
 
 2 Cloth'd in sanctity and grace, 
 
 How sweet it is to see 
 Those who love thee as they pass. 
 
 Or when they wait on thee ! 
 Pleasant too, to sit and tell 
 
 What we owe to love divine ; 
 Till our bosoms grateful swell, 
 
 And eyes begin to shine. 
 
 3 Those the comforts I possess, 
 
 Which God shall still increase, 
 All his ways are pleasantness, 
 
 And all his paths are peace f. 
 Nothing Jesus did or spoke, 
 
 Henceforth let me ever slight ; 
 For I love his easy yoke, 
 
 And find his burden light J. 
 
 * Ilabakkuk ili. 1 7, 1 8. f Prov. iii. 1 7. \ Matt. xi. 30. 
 
Hymn 51. Comfort. 329 
 
 L. C. The Christian. 
 
 1 Honour and happiness unite 
 
 To make the Christian's name a praise : 
 How fair the scene, how clear the light> 
 That fills the remnant of his days ! 
 
 2 A kingly character he bears, 
 
 No change his priestly office knows-; 
 Unfading is the crown he wears, 
 His joys can never reach a close. 
 
 3 Adorn'd with glory from on high, 
 
 Salvation shines upon his face ; 
 His robe is of th' ethereal dye, 
 His steps are dignity and grace, 
 
 4 Inferior honours he disdains, 
 
 Nor stoops to take applause from earth $ 
 The King of kings himself maintains 
 Th' expenses of his heav'nly birth, 
 
 5 The noblest creature seen below, 
 
 Ordain'd to fill a throne above ; 
 God gives him all he can bestow, 
 His kingdom of eternal love ! 
 
 6 My soul is ravish'd at the thought ! 
 
 Methinks from earth I see him rise ; 
 Angels congratulate his lot, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies I 
 
 LI. G. Lively Hope and gracious Fear, 
 
 1 I was a grov'ling creature once, 
 And basely cleav'd to earth ; 
 I wanted spirit to renounce 
 The clod that gave me birth, 
 
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 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, 
 
 And sent me, from above, 
 Wings, such as clothe an angel's form, 
 The wings of joy and love. 
 
 3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly, 
 
 And there delighted stand, 
 To view beneath a shining sky, 
 The spacious promised land. 
 
 4 The Lord of all the vast domain 
 
 Has promis'd it to me ; 
 The length and breadth of all the plain, 
 As far as faith can see. 
 
 5 How glorious is my privilege ! 
 
 To thee for help I call ; 
 I stand upon a mountain's edge, 
 Oh save me, lest I fall ! 
 
 6 Though much exalted in the Lord, 
 
 My strength is not my own ; 
 
 Then let me tremble at his word, 
 
 And none shall cast me down. 
 
 LI I. Confidence. 
 
 1 Yes ! since God himself has said it, 
 
 On the promise I rely : 
 His good word demands my credit, 
 What can unbelief reply ? 
 He is strong and can fulfil ; 
 He is truth, and therefore will. 
 
 2 As to all the doubts and questions 
 
 Which my spirit often grieve, 
 These are Satan's sly suggestions, 
 
 And I need no answer give : 
 He would fain destroy my hope, 
 But the promise bears it up. 
 
Hymn 53. Comfort. 331 
 
 3 Sure the Lord thus far has brought me 
 
 By his watchful tender care ; 
 Sure 'tis he himself has taught me 
 
 How to seek his face by pray'r : 
 After so much mercy past, 
 Will he give me up at last ? 
 
 4 True, I've been a foolish creature, 
 
 And have sinn'd against his grace ; 
 But forgiveness is his nature, 
 
 Though he justly hides his face : 
 Ere he call'd me, well he knew 
 What a heart like mine would do*. 
 
 5 In my Saviours intercession 
 
 Therefore I will still confide ; 
 Lord, accept my free confession, 
 I have sinn'd, but thou hast dy'df: 
 This is all I have to plead, 
 This is all the plea I need. 
 
 LIII. Peace restored. 
 
 1 Oh, speak that gracious word again, 
 
 And cheer my drooping heart, 
 No voice but thine can sooth my pain, 
 Or bid my fears depart. 
 
 2 And canst thou still vouchsafe to own 
 
 A wretch so vile as I ? 
 And may I still approach thy throne, 
 And Abba, Father, cry ? 
 
 * Isa. xlviii. 8. t Rom» viii. 34, 
 
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 3 Oh, then let saints and angels join, 
 
 And help me to proclaim 
 The grace that heal'd a breach like mine, 
 And put my foes to shame ! 
 
 4 How oft did Satan's cruel boast 
 
 My troubled soul affright ! 
 He told me I was surely lost, 
 And God had left me quite*. 
 
 5 Guilt made me fear, lest all were true 
 
 The lying tempter said ; 
 But now the Lord appears in view, 
 My enemy is fled. 
 
 6 My Saviour, by his powVful word, 
 
 Has turn'd my night to day ; 
 And his salvation's joys restor'd, 
 Which I had sinn'd away. 
 
 7 Dear Lord, I wonder and adore, 
 
 Thy grace is all divine ; 
 Oh keep me, that I sin no more 
 Against such love as thine ! 
 
 L1V. Hear what he has done for my Soul. 
 
 I Sav'd by blood, I live to tell 
 
 What the love of Christ hath done ; 
 He redeem'd my soul from hell, 
 
 Of a rebel made a son : 
 Oh ! I tremble still, to think 
 
 How secure I liv'd in sin ; 
 Sporting on destruction's brink, 
 
 Yet preserv'd from falling in. 
 
 * Psal. lxxi. n. 
 
Hymn 55. Comfort. 333 
 
 2 In his own appointed hour, 
 
 To my heart the Saviour spoke : 
 Touch'd me by his Spirit's pow'r, 
 
 And my dang'rous slumber broke. 
 Then I saw and own'd my guilt, 
 
 Soon my gracious Lord reply 'd : 
 * Fear not, I my blood have spilt, 
 
 " 'Twas for such as thee I dy'd." 
 
 3 Shame and wonder, joy and love, 
 
 All at once possess 'd my heart ; 
 Can I hope thy grace to prove 
 
 After acting such a part ? 
 " Thou hast greatly sinn'd," he said, 
 
 " But I freely all forgive ; 
 " I myself thy debt have paid, 
 
 " Now I bid thee rise and live." 
 
 4 Come, my fellow-sinners, try ; 
 
 Jesus' heart is full of love ! 
 Oh, that you, as well as I, 
 
 May his wondrous mercy prove ! 
 He has sent me to declare, 
 
 All is ready, all is free : 
 Why should any soul despair, 
 
 When he sav'd a wretch like me ? 
 
 LV. Freedom from Care. 
 
 1 While Iliv'd without the Lord, 
 
 (If I might be said to live,) 
 Nothing could relief afford, 
 Nothing satisfaction give. 
 
 2 Empty hopes and groundless fear 
 
 Mov'd by turns my anxious mind ; 
 Like a feather in the air, 
 
 Made the sport of ev'ry wind. 
 
334 Comfort. Book III. 
 
 3 Now, I see, whate'er betide, 
 
 All is well if Christ be mine ; 
 He has promis'd to provide, 
 I have only to resign. 
 
 4 When a sense of sin and thrall 
 
 Forc'd me to the sinners Friend, 
 He engag'd to manage all, 
 By the way and to the end. 
 
 5 " Cast," he said, " on me thy care^ 
 
 " 'Tis enough that I am nigh; 
 " I will all thy burdens bear, 
 " I will all thy wants supply. 
 
 6 " Simply follow as I lead, 
 
 " Do not reason but believe ; 
 " Call on me in time of need, 
 
 " Thou shalt surely help receive." 
 
 7 Lord, I would, I do submit, 
 
 Gladly yield my all to thee ; 
 What thy wisdom sees most fit, 
 Must be, surely, best for me. 
 
 8 Only when the way is rough, 
 
 And the coward flesh would start, 
 Let thy promise and thy love 
 Cheer and animate my heart. 
 
 LVI. Humiliation and Praise. . 
 (Imitated from the German.) 
 
 1 When the wounded spirit hears 
 The voice of Jesus' blood, 
 How the message stops the tears 
 Which else in vain had flow'd : 
 
 * Psal. lv. 22.; 1 Pet. v. 7. 
 
Hymn 56. Comfort. 335 
 
 Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim'd, 
 And the sinner call'd a child ; 
 
 Then the stubborn heart is tam'd, 
 Renew'd, and reconcil'd. 
 
 2 Oh ! 'twas grace indeed,, to spare 
 
 And save a wretch like me ! 
 Men or angels could not bear 
 
 What I have offer'd thee : 
 Were thy bolts at their command, 
 
 Hell ere now had been my place ; 
 Thou alone couldst silent stand, 
 
 And wait to show thy grace. 
 
 3 If in one created mind 
 
 The tenderness and love 
 Of thy saints on earth were join'd, 
 
 With all the hosts above ; 
 Still that love were weak and poor, 
 
 If compar'd, my Lord, with thine ; 
 Far too scanty to endure 
 
 A heart so vile as mine. 
 
 4 Wondrous mercy I have found, 
 
 But ah ! how faint my praise ! 
 Must I be a cumber- ground, 
 
 Unfruitful all my days ? 
 Do I in thy garden grow, 
 
 Yet produce thee only leaves ! 
 Lord, forbid it should be so ! 
 
 The thought my spirit grieves. ' 
 
 5 Heavy charges Satan brings 
 
 To fill me with distress ; 
 Let me hide beneath thy wings, 
 And plead thy righteousness. 
 
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 Lord, to thee for help I call, 
 
 'Tis thy promise bids me come ; 
 Tell him thou hast paid for all, 
 
 And that shall strike him dumb. 
 
 LVII. C. For the Poor. 
 
 1 When Hagar found the bottle spent 
 
 And wept o'er Ishmael ; 
 A message from the Lord was sent 
 To guide her to a well*. 
 
 2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruise f 
 
 Convince us at this day, 
 A gracious God will not refuse 
 Provisions by the way ? 
 
 3 His saints and servants shall be fed, 
 
 The promise is secure ; 
 " Bread shall be giv'n them," as he said. 
 " Their water shall he sure J." 
 
 4 Repasts far richer they shall prove, 
 
 Than all earth's dainties are ; 
 'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love, 
 Though in the meanest fare. 
 
 5 To Jesus then your trouble bring, 
 
 Nor murmur at your lot ; 
 While you are poor, and he is King, 
 You shall not be forgot. 
 
 *Gcn. xxi. 19. t 1 Kings xvii. 14. \ Isa. xxxiii. 16. 
 
Hymn 58. Comfort. 337 
 
 LVIII. Home in View. 
 
 1 As when the weary trav'ller gains 
 
 The height of some o'erlooking hill, 
 His heart revives, if cross the plains 
 He eyes his home, though distant still. 
 
 2 While he surveys the much-lov'd spot, 
 
 He slights the space that lies between ; 
 His past fatigues are now forgot, 
 Because his journey's end is seen. 
 
 3 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, 
 
 By faith his mansion in the skies, 
 The sight his fainting strength renews, 
 And wings his speed to reach the prize : 
 
 4 The thought of home his spirit cheers, 
 
 No more he grieves for troubles past ; 
 Nor any future trial fears, 
 
 So he may safe arrive at last^. 
 
 5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 
 
 With Jesus, in the realms of day ; 
 Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
 And he will wipe my tears away. 
 
 6 Jesus, on thee our hope depends, 
 
 To lead us on to thine abode : 
 Assur'd our home will make amends 
 For all our toil while on the road. 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 4, 7, 9, 11, 25, 35, 36, 39, 41, 
 46, 47, 48, 70, 95, 128, 132. 
 Book II. Hymns 45, 46, 47. 
 
 * Acts xx. 24. 
 
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 V. DEDICATION AND SURRENDER. 
 
 LIX. Old Things are passed away. 
 
 1 Let worldly minds the world pursue, 
 
 It has no charms for me ; 
 Once I admir'd its trifles too, 
 But grace has set me free. 
 
 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, 
 
 No more content afford ; 
 Far from my heart be joys like these, 
 Now I have seen the Lord. 
 
 3 As by the light of op'ning day 
 
 The stars are all conceal'd ; 
 So earthly pleasures fade away, 
 When Jesus is reveal'd. 
 
 ,4 Creatures no more divide my choice, 
 I bid them all depart ; 
 His name, and love, and gracious voice. 
 Have fix'd my roving heart. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 
 And wholly live to thee ; 
 But may I hope that thou wilt own 
 A worthless worm like me ? 
 
 Q Yes ! though of sinners I'm the worst, 
 I cannot doubt thy will ; 
 For if thou hadst not lov'd me first, 
 I had refus'd thee still * 
 
 * Jer. xxxi. 8. 
 
Hymn 60. Dedication and Surrender. 339 
 
 LX. The Power of Grace. 
 
 1 Happy the birth where grace presides 
 
 To form the future life ! 
 In wisdom's paths the soul she guides, 
 Remote from noise and strife. 
 
 2 Since I have known the Saviour's name, 
 
 And what for me he bore ; 
 
 No more I toil for empty fame, 
 
 I thirst for gold no more. 
 
 3 Plac'd by his hand in this retreat, 
 
 I make his love my theme ; 
 And see that all the world calls great 
 Is but a waking dream. 
 
 4 Since he has rank'd my worthless name 
 
 Amongst his favour'd few ; 
 Let the mad world who scoff at them, 
 Revile and hate me too. 
 
 5 O thou whose voice the dead can raise, 
 
 And soften hearts of stone, 
 And teach the dumb to sing thy praise, 
 This work is all thine own. 
 
 6 Thy wond'ring saints rejoice to see 
 
 A wretch like me restor'd ; 
 And point, and say, " How chang'd is he, 
 " Who once defy'd the Lord !" 
 
 7 Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue 
 
 To aim at notes divine ; 
 And grace accepts my feeble song, 
 The glory, Lord, be thine ! 
 
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 LXI. C. My Soul thirstethfor God. 
 
 1 I thirst, but not as once I did, 
 
 The vain delights of earth to share ; 
 Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid 
 
 That I should seek my pleasures there. 
 
 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross, 
 
 First wean'd my soul from earthly things. 
 And taught me to esteem as dross 
 
 The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 
 
 3 I want that grace that springs from thee, 
 
 That quickens all things where it flows, 
 And makes a wretched thorn, like me, 
 Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 
 
 4 Dear Fountain of delight unknown ! 
 
 No longer sink below the brim ; 
 But overflow, and pour me down 
 A living, and life-giving stream ! 
 
 5 For sure, of all the plants that share 
 
 The notice of thy Father's eye, 
 None proves less grateful to his care, 
 Or yields him meaner fruit than I. 
 
 LXII. C. Love constraining to Obedience. 
 
 1 No strength of nature can suffice 
 
 To serve the Lord aright ; 
 And what she has, she misapplies, 
 For want of clearer light. 
 
 2 How long beneath the law I lay 
 
 In bondage and distress ! 
 I toii'd the precept to obey, 
 But toii'd without success. 
 
Hymn 03. Dedication and Surrender. 341 
 
 3 Then to abstain from outward sin, 
 
 Was more than I could do ; 
 Now, if I feel its pow'r within, 
 I feel I hate it too. 
 
 4 Then all my servile works were done 
 
 A righteousness to raise ; 
 
 Now, freely chosen in the Son, 
 
 I freely choose his w r ays. 
 
 5 " What shall I do," was then the w r ord!, 
 
 " That I may worthier grow?" 
 " What shall I render to the Lord ?" 
 Is my inquiry now. 
 
 6 To see the law by Christ fulfhTd, 
 
 And hear his pard'ning voice, 
 Changes a slave into a child, 
 And duty into choice*. 
 
 LXIII. C. The heart healed and changed by Mercy, 
 
 1 Sin enslav'd me many years, 
 And led me bound and blind ; 
 
 Till at length a thousand fears 
 Came swarming o'er my mind. 
 
 " Where," I said in deep distress, 
 " Will these sinful pleasures end ? 
 
 " How shall I secure my peace, 
 " And make the Lord my friend ?" 
 
 2 Friends and ministers said much 
 
 The Gospel to enforce ; 
 But my blindness still was such, 
 I chose a legal course : 
 
 * Rom. iii. 31, 
 
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 Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove, 
 Scarce would show my face abroad v 
 
 Fear'd almost, to speak or move, 
 A stranger still to God. 
 
 3 Thus afraid to trust his grace, 
 
 Long time did I rebel ; 
 Till, despairing of my case, 
 
 Down at his feet I fell : 
 Then my stubborn heart he broke.* 
 
 And subdu'd me to his sway ; 
 By a simple word he spoke, 
 
 4t Thy sins are done away." 
 
 LXIV. C. Hatred of Sin. 
 
 1 Holy Lord God! I love thy truth, 
 
 Nor dare thy least commandment slight ; 
 Yet piere'd by sin, the serpent's tooth, 
 I mourn the anguish of the bite. 
 
 2 But though the poison lurks within, 
 
 Hope bids me still with patience wait ; 
 Till death shall set me free from sin, 
 Free from the only thing I hate. 
 
 3 Had I a throne above the rest, 
 
 Where angels and archangels dwell ; 
 One sin, unslain, within my breast, 
 
 Would make that heav'n as dark as hell. 
 
 4 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air, 
 
 And bless'd with liberty again, 
 Would mourn, were he condemn 'd to wear 
 One link of all his former chain. 
 
Hymn 65. Dedication and Surrender* 343 
 
 5 But, oh ! no foe invades the bliss, 
 
 When glory crowns th' Christian's head ; 
 One view of Jesus as he is, 
 
 Will strike all sin for ever dead. 
 
 LXV. The Child*. 
 
 1 Quiet, Lord, my fro ward heart, 
 
 Make me teachable and mild, 
 Upright, simple, free from art, 
 
 Make me as a weaned child : 
 From distrust and envy free> 
 Pleas'd with all that pleases thee. 
 
 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 
 
 Let me as a child receive ; 
 What to-morrow may betide, 
 Camly to thy wisdom leave : 
 'Tis enough that thou wilt care, 
 Why should I the burden bear ? 
 
 3 As a little child relies 
 
 On a care beyond his own ; 
 Knows he's neither strong nor wise ; 
 
 Fears to stir a step alone ; 
 Let me thus with thee abide, 
 As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 
 
 4 Thus preserv'd from Satan's wiles, 
 
 Safe from dangers, free from fears, 
 May I live upon thy smiles, 
 
 Till the promis'd hour appears, 
 When the sons of God shall prove 
 All their Father's boundless love. 
 
 * Psal. cxxxi. 2.; Matt, xviii. 3, 4. 
 
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 LXVI. True Haji]i'mes$+ 
 
 1 Fix my heart and eyes on thine ! 
 
 What are other objects worth ? 
 But to see thy glory shine, 
 
 Is a heav'n begun on earth : 
 Trifles can no longer move, 
 
 Oh ! I tread on all beside, 
 When I feel my Saviour's love, 
 
 And remember how he dy'd. 
 
 2 Now my search is at an end, 
 
 Now my wishes rove no more ! 
 Thus my moments I would spend, 
 
 Love, and wonder, and adore : 
 Jesus, source of excellence ! 
 
 All thy glorious love reveal ! 
 Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence. 
 
 While this happiness I feel. 
 
 3 Take my heart, 'tis all thine own, 
 
 To thy will my spirit frame ? 
 Thou shalt reign, and thou alone, 
 
 Over all I have, or am : 
 If a foolish thought shall dare 
 
 To rebel against thy word, 
 Slay it, Lord, and do not spare ; 
 
 Let it feel thy Spirit's sword. 
 
 4 Making thus the Lord my choice, 
 
 I have nothing more to choose, 
 But to listen to thy voice, 
 And my will in thine to lose : 
 
Hymn 67. Dedication and Surrender, 3i5 
 
 Thus, whatever may betide, 
 
 I shall safe and happy be ; 
 Still content and satisfy 'd, 
 
 Having all, in having thee. 
 
 LXVII. The Happy Debtor. 
 
 1 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd, 
 
 And nothing had to pay ; 
 But Jesus freed me from the load, 
 And wash'd my debt away. 
 
 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, 
 
 And blotted out my score ; 
 Much more indebted I have been, 
 Than e'er I was before. 
 
 3 My guilt is cancelTd quite, I know, 
 
 And satisfaction made ; 
 But the vast debt of love I owe, 
 Can never be repaid. 
 
 4 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, 
 
 For power to believe, 
 For present peace, and promis'd heav'n, 
 No angel can conceive. 
 
 5 That love of thine, thou sinner's Friend ! 
 
 Witness thy bleeding heart ! 
 My little all can ne'er extend 
 To pay a thousandth part. 
 
 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 
 
 I first from thee obtain * ; 
 And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take 
 Such poor returns again. 
 
 * 1 Chron. xxix. 14. 
 
346 Cautions. Book III. 
 
 7 'Tis well — it shall my glory be, 
 (Let who will boast their store,) 
 In time and to eternity, 
 
 To owe thee more and more. 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 27, 50, 70, 93, 122. 
 Book II. Hymns 23, 90. 
 
 VI. CAUTIONS. 
 
 LXVIII. C. The JVew Convert. 
 
 1 The new-born child of Gospel grace, 
 
 Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, 
 Beneath Immanuel's shining face, 
 Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 
 
 2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes, 
 
 No conflict yet his faith employs, 
 Nor has he learnt to whom he owes, 
 The strength and peace his soul enjoys. 
 
 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting, 
 
 And comforts sinking day by day ; 
 What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring, 
 Proves but a brook that glides away. 
 
 4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host, 
 
 The Lord soon made his numbers less ; 
 And said, lest Israel vainly boast *, 
 " My arm procured me this success.* * 
 
 * Judges vii. 2. 
 
Hymn G9. Cautions. 347 
 
 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, 
 And draw our ebbing comforts low, 
 That sav'd by grace, but not our own, 
 We may not claim the praise we owe. 
 
 LXIX. C. True and false Comforts. 
 
 1 O God, whose favourable eye 
 
 The sin-sick soul revives, 
 Holy and heav'nly is the joy 
 Thy shining presence gives. 
 
 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose, 
 
 Who, with a graceless heart, 
 Taste not of thee, but drink a dose, 
 Prepar'd by Satan's art. 
 
 3 Intoxicating joys are theirs, 
 
 Who, while they boast their light, 
 And seem to soar above the stars, 
 Are plunging into night. 
 
 4 LulPd in a soft and fatal sleep, 
 
 They sin, and yet rejoice ; 
 Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, 
 Would they not hear his voice ? 
 
 5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim 
 
 The soul from Satan's pow'r ; 
 That make me blush for what I am, 
 And hate my sin the more. 
 
 6 'Tis joy enough, my All in AU, 
 
 At thy dear feet to lie ; 
 Thou wilt not let me lower fall, 
 And none can higher fly. 
 
34S Cautions. Book III. 
 
 LXX. True and false Zeal. 
 
 1 Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame 
 
 The fire of love supplies ; 
 While that which often bears the name, 
 Is self in a disguise. 
 
 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, 
 
 Can pity and forbear ; 
 The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild, 
 And breathes revenge and war. 
 
 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, 
 
 He knows the worth of peace ; 
 But self contends for names and forms, 
 Its party to increase. 
 
 4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, 
 
 Its end is satisfy 'd, 
 If sinners love the Saviours name, 
 Nor seeks it aught beside. 
 
 5 But self, however well employ 'd, 
 
 Has its own ends in view ; 
 And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd, 
 " Come see what I can do*." 
 
 6 Self may its poor reward obtain, 
 
 And be applauded here ; 
 But zeal the best applause will gain, 
 When J esus shall appear. 
 
 7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone, 
 
 And fro m our hearts remove ; 
 And let no zeal by us be shown, 
 But that which springs from love. 
 * 2 Kings x. 1 6. 
 
Hymn 71. Cautions. 349 
 
 LXXI. C. A living and a dead Faith. 
 
 1 The Lord receives his highest praise 
 
 From humble minds and hearts sincere ; 
 While all the loud professor says 
 Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 
 
 2 To walk as children of the day, 
 
 To mark the precepts' holy light, 
 To wage the warfare, watch and pray, 
 Show who are pleasing in his sight. 
 
 3 Not words alone it cost the Lord, 
 
 To purchase pardon for his own ; 
 Nor will a soul, by grace restor'd, 
 Return the Saviour words alone. 
 
 4 With golden bells, the priestly vest, 
 
 And rich pomegranates border'd round*. 
 The need of holiness express 'd, 
 And call'd for fruit as well as sound. 
 
 5 Easy, indeed, it were to reach 
 
 A mansion in the courts above, 
 If swelling words and fluent speech 
 Might serve, instead of faith and love, 
 
 6 But none shall gain the blissful place, 
 
 Or God's unclouded glory see, 
 Who talks of free and so v 'reign grace, 
 Unless that grace has made him free ? 
 
 * Exod. xxviii. 33. 
 
 2 G 
 
350 Cautions. Book III. 
 
 LXXII. C. Abuse of the Gospel. 
 
 1 Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace, 
 
 In this licentious day ; 
 And while they boast they see thy face, 
 They turn their own away. 
 
 2 Thy book displays a gracious light 
 
 That can the blind restore ; 
 But these are dazzled by the sight, 
 And blinded still the more. 
 
 3 The pardon such presume upon, 
 
 They do not beg, but steal ; 
 And when they plead it at thy throne, 
 Oh ! where's the Spirit's seal ? 
 
 4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe, 
 
 The dear Redeemer bled ? 
 Is this the grace the saints imbibe, 
 From Christ, the living head ? 
 
 5 Ah, Lord, we know thy chosen few 
 
 Are fed with heav'nlv fare ; 
 But these, the wretched husks they chew 
 Proclaim them what they are. 
 
 G The liberty our hearts implore, 
 Is not to live in sin ; 
 But still to wait at wisdom's door, 
 Till mercy calls us in. 
 
 LXXIII. C. The narrow Way. 
 
 1 What thousands never knew the road ! 
 What thousands hate it when 'tis known ! 
 None but the chosen tribes of God 
 Will seek or choose it for their own. 
 
Hymn 74. Cautions, 351 
 
 2 A thousand ways in ruin end, 
 
 One only leads to joys on high ; 
 By that my willing steps ascend, 
 Pleas'd with a journey to the sky. 
 
 3 No more I ask or hope to find 
 
 Delight or happiness below ; 
 Sorrow may well possess the mind 
 
 That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 
 
 4 The joy that fades is not for me, 
 
 I seek immortal joys above ; 
 There glory without end shall be 
 The bright reward of faith and love. 
 
 5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms, 
 
 Contented lick your native dust ; 
 But God shall fight with all his storms, 
 Against the idol of your trust. 
 
 LXXIV. C. Dependence. 
 
 1 To keep the lamp alive, 
 
 With oil we fill the bowl ; 
 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, 
 And grace that feeds the soul. 
 
 2 The Lord's unsparing hand 
 
 Supplies the living stream ; 
 It is not at our own command, 
 But still deriv'd from him. 
 
 3 Beware of Peter's word*, 
 
 Nor confidently say, 
 " I never will deny thee, Lord," 
 But " Grant I never may.'' 
 * Matt, axvi. 33. 
 
352 Cautions, Book III. 
 
 4 Man's wisdom is to seek 
 
 His strength in God alone ; 
 And e'en an angel would be weak, 
 Who trusted in his own. 
 
 5 Retreat beneath his wings, 
 
 And in his grace confide ; 
 This more exalts the King of kings 
 Than all your works beside*. 
 
 6 In Jesus is our store, 
 
 Grace issues from his throne ; 
 Whoever says, " I want no more/* 
 Confesses he has none. 
 
 LXXV. C. M>'t of Works. &i.Z.#. 
 
 1 Grace, triumphant in the throne, 
 Scorns a rival, reigns alone ! 
 Come, and bow beneath her sway, 
 Cast your idol works away. 
 Works of man, when made his plea, 
 Never shall accepted be ; 
 Fruits of pride, (vain-glorious worm !) 
 Are the best he can perform. 
 
 2 Self, the god his soul adores, 
 Influences all his pow'rs ; 
 Jesus is a slighted name, 
 Self-advancement all his aim. 
 But when God the Judge shall come, 
 To pronounce the final doom, 
 Then for rocks and hills to hide 
 All his works and all his pride ! 
 
 * John vi. 29. 
 
Hymn 76. Cautions. 353 
 
 3 Still the boasting heart replies, 
 What ! the worthy and the wise, 
 Friends to temperance and peace, 
 Have not these a righteousness ? 
 Banish ev'ry vain pretence 
 Built on human excellence ; 
 Perish ev'ry thing in man, 
 But the grace that never can. 
 
 LXX VI. Sin's Deceit. &&. S. 13. 
 
 1 Sin, when view'd by Scripture light; 
 Is a horrid, hateful sight ; 
 
 But when seen in Satan's glass, 
 Then it wears a pleasing face. 
 
 2 When the Gospel trumpet sounds, 
 When I think how grace abounds, 
 When I feel sweet peace within, 
 Then I'd rather die than sin. 
 
 3 When the cross I view by faith, 
 Sin is madness, poison, death ; 
 Tempt me not, 'tis all in vain, 
 Sure I ne'er can yield again. 
 
 4 Satan, for a while debarr'd, 
 When he finds me off my guardj 
 Puts his glass before my eyes ; 
 Quickly other thoughts arise. 
 
 5 What before excited fears, 
 Rather pleasing now appears ; 
 If a sin, it seems so small, 
 Or. perhaps, no sin at all. 
 
 3 G 2 
 
354 Cautions. Book III, 
 
 6 Often thus, through sin's deceit, 
 Grief, and shame, and loss I meet ; 
 Like a fish, my soul mistook, 
 Saw the bait, but not the hook. 
 
 7 O my Lord, what shall I say ? 
 How can I presume to pray ? 
 Not a word have I to plead, 
 Sins like mine are black indeed I 
 
 8 Made, by past experience, wise, 
 Let me learn thy word to prize, 
 Taught by what I've felt before, 
 Let me Satan's glass abhor. 
 
 LXXVII. Are there few that shall be saved? 
 
 1 Destruction's dang'rous road 
 
 What multitudes pursue ! 
 While that which leads the soul to God, 
 Is known or sought by few. 
 
 2 Believers enter in 
 
 By Christ, the living gate ; 
 But they who will not leave their sin, 
 Complain it is too strait. 
 
 3 If self must be deny'd, 
 
 And sin forsaken quite ; 
 They rather choose the way that's wide, 
 And strive to think it right, 
 
 4 Encompass 'd by a throng, 
 
 On numbers they depend ; 
 So many surely can't be wrong, 
 And miss a happy end. 
 
Hymn 78* Cautions. 355 
 
 5 But numbers are no mark 
 
 That men will right be found ; 
 A few were sav'd in Noah's ark*, 
 For many millions drown 'd. 
 
 6 Obey the Gospel call, 
 
 And enter while you may ; 
 The flock of Christ is always small f, 
 And none are safe but they. 
 
 7 Lord, open sinners' eyes, 
 
 Their awful state to see ; 
 And make them, ere the storm arise. 
 To thee for safety flee. 
 
 LXXVIII. The Sluggard. 
 
 1 The wishes that the sluggard frames J, 
 
 Of course must fruitless prove ; 
 With folded arms he stands and dreams, 
 But has no heart to move. 
 
 2 His field from others may be known, 
 
 The fence is broken through ; 
 The ground with weeds is overgrown, 
 And no good crop in view. 
 
 3 No hardship he, or toil, can bear, 
 
 No difficulty meet ; 
 He wastes his hours at home, for fear 
 Of lions in the street. 
 
 * 1 Pet. iii. 20. f Luke xii. 32. 
 
 | Prov. vi. 10. and xxiy. SO. andxxii. 13. & xx. 4. 
 
35(5 Cautions. Book III. 
 
 4 What wonder, then, if sloth and sleep 
 
 Distress and famine bring ! 
 Can he in harvest hope to reap, 
 Who will not sow in spring ? 
 
 5 'Tis often thus, in soul- concerns, 
 
 We Gospel- sluggards see ; 
 Who, if a wish would serve their turns, 
 Might true believers be. 
 
 6 But when the preacher bids them watch, 
 
 And seek, and strive, and pray* : 
 At ev'ry poor excuse they catch, 
 " A lion in the way !'' 
 
 7 To use the means of grace, how loth ! 
 
 We call them still in vain ; 
 They yield to their beloved sloth, 
 And fold their arms again. 
 
 8 Dear Saviour, let thy pow'r appear, 
 
 The outward call to aid ; 
 These drowsy souls can only hear 
 The voice that wakes the dead. 
 
 LXXIX. Not in Word, but in Power. 
 
 1 How soon the Saviours gracious call, 
 Disarm 'd the rage of bloody Saulf, 
 Jesus, the knowledge of thy name, 
 Changes the lion to a lamb ! 
 
 2 Zaccheus, when he knew the Lord, 
 What he had gain'd by wrong, restor'd ; 
 And of the wealth he priz'd before, 
 
 He gave the half to feed the poor J. 
 
 * 1 Cor. ix. 24. Luke xiii. 24. t Acts ix. 6. 
 | Luke xix. 8. 
 
Hymn 79. Cautions. 357 
 
 3 The woman who so vile had been* 
 When brought to weep o'er pardon'd sin, 
 Was from her evil ways estrang'd, 
 
 And show'd that grace her heart hadchang'd. 
 
 4 And can we think the pow'r of grace 
 Is lost, by change of time and place ? 
 Then it was mighty, all allow, 
 
 And is it but a notion now ? 
 
 5 Can they whom pride and passion sway, 
 Who Mammon and the world obey, 
 
 In envy or contention live, 
 Presume that they indeed believe ? 
 
 6 True faith unites to Christ the root, 
 By him producing holy fruit ; 
 
 And they who no such fruit can show, 
 Still on the stock of nature grow. 
 
 7 Lord, let thy word effectual prove, 
 To work in us obedient love ! 
 
 And may each one who hears it dread 
 A name to live, and yet be dead f« 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 8, 20, 85, 87, 91, 104, 125, 
 
 139, 141. 
 Book II. Hymns 34, 49, 86, 91, 99. 
 
 * Luke vii. 47. t Rev. iii. 1. 
 
358 Praise. Book III. 
 
 VII. PRAISE. 
 
 LXXX. C. Praise for Faith. 
 
 1 Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, 
 
 Thou Giver of all good ! 
 Not heav'n itself a richer knows, 
 Than my Redeemer's blood. 
 
 2 Faith too, the blood-receiving grace, 
 
 From the same hand we gain ; 
 J5&/ Else, sw eetly as it suits our case, 
 That gift had been in vain. 
 
 3 'Till thou thy teaching pow'r apply, 
 
 Our hearts refuse to see, 
 And weak, as a distemper'd eye, 
 Shut out the view of thee. 
 
 4 Blind to the merits of thy Son, 
 
 What mis'ry we endure ! 
 Yet fly that hand, from which alone, 
 We could expect a cure. 
 
 5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more. 
 
 To thee our all we owe ; 
 The precious Saviour, and the pow'r 
 That makes him precious too. 
 
 LXXXI. C. Grace and Providence. 
 
 1 Almighty King ! whose wondrous hand 
 Supports the weight of sea and land ; 
 Whose grace is such a boundless store, 
 No heart shall break that sighs for more. 
 
Hynm 32. 'Praise. 359 
 
 2 Thy providence supplies my food, 
 And 'tis thy blessing makes it good ; 
 My soul is nourish'd by thy word, 
 Let soul and body praise the Lord. 
 
 3 My streams of outward comfort came 
 From him, who built this earthly frame ; 
 Whate'er I want his bounty gives, 
 
 By whom my soul for ever lives. 
 
 4 Either his hand preserves from pain, 
 Or, if I feel it, heals again ; 
 
 From Satan's malice shields my breast, 
 Or over-rules it for the best. 
 
 5 Forgive the song that falls so low 
 Beneath the gratitude I owe ! 
 
 It means thy praise, however poor, 
 And angel's song can do no more. 
 
 LXXXII. Praise for redeeming Love.. 
 
 1 Let us love, and sing, and wonder, 
 
 Let us praise the Saviour's name ! 
 He has hush'd the law's loud thunder, 
 
 He has quench'd mount Sinai's flame : 
 He has wash'd us with his blood, 
 He has brought us nigh to God. 
 
 2 Let us love the Lord who bought us, 
 
 Pity'd us when enemies, 
 Call'd us by his grace, and taught us, 
 Gave us ears, and gave us eyes : 
 He has wash'd us with his blood, 
 He presents our souls to God. 
 
3G0 Praise. Book III, 
 
 3 Let us sing, though fierce temptations 
 
 Threaten hard to bear us down ! 
 For the Lord, our strong salvation, 
 
 Holds in view the conqu'ror's crown* : 
 He who wash'd us with his blood, 
 Soon will bring us home to God. 
 
 4 Let us wonder, grace and justice 
 
 Join, and point to mercy's store ; 
 When through grace in Christ our trust is, 
 
 Justice smiles, and asks no more : 
 He who wash'd us with his blood, 
 Has secur'd our way to God. 
 
 5 Let us praise, and join the chorus 
 
 Of the saints enthron'd on high ; 
 Here they trusted him before us, 
 Now their praises fill the sky ; 
 
 " Thou hast wash'd us with thy blood, 
 " Thou art worthy, Lamb of Godf I" 
 
 6 Hark ! the name of Jesus sounded 
 
 Loud from golden harps above ! 
 
 Lord, we blush, and are confounded, 
 
 Faint our praises, cold our love ! 
 
 Wash our souls and songs with blood. 
 For by thee we come to God. 
 
 LXXXIII. C. I will praise the Lord at all Times. 
 
 L Wi n t E r has a joy for me, 
 
 While the Saviour's charms I read, 
 Lowly, meek, from blemish free, 
 In the snow-drops' pensive head. 
 
 * Rev. ii. 10. f Rev. v. 9. 
 
Hymn 84. Praise. SGI 
 
 2 Spring returns, and brings along 
 
 Life- invigorating suns : 
 Hark ! the turtle's plaintive song, 
 Seems to speak his dying groans ! 
 
 3 Summer has a thousand charms, 
 
 All expressive of his worth ; 
 'Tis his sun that lights and warms ; 
 His the air that cools the earth. 
 
 4 What, has autumn left to say 
 
 Nothing of a Saviour's grace ? 
 Yes, the beams of milder day 
 Tell me of his smiling face. 
 
 5 Light appears with early dawn ; 
 
 While the sun makes haste to rise, 
 See his bleeding beauties drawn 
 On the blushes of the skies. 
 
 6 Ev'ning, with a silent pace, 
 
 Slowly moving in the west, 
 Shows an emblem of his grace, 
 Points to an eternal rest. 
 
 LXXXIV. Perseverance, 
 
 1 Rejoice, believer, in the Lord, 
 
 Who makes your cause his own ; 
 The hope that's built upon his word 
 Can ne'er be overthrown. 
 
 2 Though many foes beset your road, 
 
 And feeble is your arm ; 
 Your life is hid with Christ in God*, 
 Beyond the reach of harm, 
 * Col. 3. iii. 
 2 H 
 
o&2 Trahe. Book III. 
 
 3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint, 
 
 Or fainting shall not die ; 
 Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint, 
 Will aid you from on high*. 
 
 4 Though sometimes unperceiv'd by sense, 
 
 Faith sees him always near, 
 A Guide, a Glory, a Defence, 
 Then what have you to fear ? 
 
 5 As surely as he overcame, 
 
 And triu mph'd once for you ; 
 So surely you, that love his name, 
 Shall triumph in him too. 
 
 LXXXV. Salvation. 
 
 1 Salvation! what a glorious plan, 
 
 How suited to our need ! 
 The grace that raises fallen man 
 Is wonderful indeed ! 
 
 2 'Twas wisdom form'd the vast design. 
 
 To ransom us when lost ; 
 And love's unfathomable mine 
 Provided all the cost. 
 
 3 Strict justice, with approving look. 
 
 The holy cov'nant seal'd; 
 And truth and power undertook 
 The whole should be fulfill'd. 
 
 4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r, and love, 
 
 In all their glory shone, 
 When Jesus left the courts above, 
 And dy'd to save his own. 
 
 * Isaiah xl. 29. 
 
Hymn 80. Praise. 36." 
 
 5 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r, and love, 
 Are equally display 'd, 
 Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above, 
 Our Advocate and Head. 
 
 6* Now sin appears deserving death, 
 Most hateful and abhorr'd ; 
 And yet the sinner lives by faith, 
 And dares approach the Lord. 
 
 LXXXVI. 
 
 1 Now may the Lord reveal his face, 
 
 And teach our stammering tongues 
 To make his sov 'reign, reigning grace*, 
 
 The subject of our songs ! 
 No sweeter subject can invite 
 
 A sinner's heart to sing, 
 Or more display the glorious right 
 
 Of our exalted King. 
 
 2 This subject fills the starry plains 
 
 With wonder, joy, and love ; 
 And furnishes the noblest strains 
 
 For all the harps above : 
 While the redeem'd in praise combine 
 
 To grace upon the throne, 
 Angels in solemn chorus join, 
 
 And make the theme their ownf . 
 
 3 Grace reigns, to pardon crimson sins, 
 
 To melt the hardest hearts ; 
 And from the work it once begins 
 It never more departs J. 
 
 * Rom. v. 21. t Rev.v. 9—12. J Phil. i. 6. 
 
364 Praise. Book III. 
 
 The world and Satan strive in vain 
 
 Against the chosen few ; 
 Secur'd by grace's conquering reign. 
 
 They all shall conquer too-. 
 
 4 Grace tills the soil, and sows the seeds, 
 
 Provides the sun and rain ; 
 Till from the tender blade proceeds 
 
 The ripen 'd harvest grain. 
 ' Twas grace that cail'd our souls at first ; 
 
 By grace thus far we're come ; 
 And grace will help us through the worst, 
 
 And lead us safely home. 
 
 5 Lord, when this changing life is past, 
 
 If we may see thy face, 
 How shall we praise and love at last, 
 
 And sing the reign of grace f ! 
 Yet let us aim, while here below, 
 
 Thy mercy to display ; 
 And own, at least, the debt we owe, 
 
 Although we cannot pay. 
 
 LXXXVII. Praise to the Redeemer. 
 
 1 Prepare a thankful song 
 
 To the Redeemer's name ! 
 His praises should employ each tongue, 
 And ev'ry heart inflame ! 
 
 2 He laid his glory by, 
 
 And dreadful pains endur'd, 
 That rebels, such as you and I, 
 
 From wrath might be secur'd. 
 
 * Rom. via. 3 — 59. f Psal. cxv. I. 
 
Hymn 87. Fraisc. 3(J5 
 
 3 Upon the cross he dy'd, 
 
 Our debt of sin to pay ; 
 The blood and water from his side 
 Wash guilt and filth away. 
 
 4 And now he pleading stands 
 
 For us, before the throne, 
 And answers all the law's demands 
 With what himself hath done. 
 
 5 He sees us, willing slaves 
 
 To sin and Satan's pow'r ; 
 But, with an outstretched arm, he saves 
 In his appointed hour. 
 
 6 The Holy Ghost he sends, 
 
 Our stubborn souls to move, 
 To make his enemies his friends, 
 And conquer them by love. 
 
 7 The love of sin departs, 
 
 The life of grace takes place, 
 Soon as his voice invites our hearts 
 To rise and seek his face. 
 
 8 The world and Satan rage, 
 
 But he their powV controls ; 
 His wisdom, love, and truth, engage 
 Protection for our souls. 
 
 9 Though press'd, we will not yield, 
 
 But shall prevail at length ; 
 For Jesus is our sun and shield, 
 
 Our righteousness and strength, 
 
 10 Assur'd that Christ, our King, 
 
 Will put our foes to flight, 
 We on the field of battle sing, 
 And triumph while we fight. 
 
 2H2 
 
366 Praise. Book III. 
 
 LXXXVIII. Man by Nature, Grace, and Glory. 
 
 1 Lord, what is man ! extremes how wide. 
 
 In this mysterious nature join ! 
 
 The flesh, to worms and dust ally'd, 
 
 The soul immortal and divine ! 
 
 2 Divine at first, a holy flame 
 
 Kindled by the Almighty's breath ; 
 Till, stain *d by sin, it soon became 
 The seat of darkness, strife, and death. 
 
 3 But Jesus, oh ! amazing grace ! 
 
 Assum'd our nature as his own, 
 Obey'd and suffer 'd in our place, 
 Then took it with him to his throne. 
 
 4 Now what is man, when grace reveals 
 
 The virtue of a Saviour's blood ? 
 Again a life divine he feels, 
 Despises earth, and walks with God. 
 
 5 And what in yonder realms above, 
 
 Is ransom'd man ordain'd to be ? 
 With honour, holiness, and love, 
 No seraph more adorn'd than he. 
 
 6 Nearest the throne, and first in song, 
 
 Man shall his hallelujahs raise ; 
 While wond'ring angels round him throng. 
 And swell the chorus of his praise. 
 
 SIMILAR HYMNS. 
 
 Book I. Hymns 57, 58, 59, 79, 80. 
 Book II. Hymns 37, 38, 39, 41, 42. 
 
Hymn 91. Short Hymns. 367 
 
 VIII. SHORT HYMNS—BEFORE SERMON, 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 
 1 Confirm the hope thy word allows., 
 
 Behold us waiting to be fed ; 
 Bless the provisions of thy house, 
 
 And satisfy thy poor with bread : 
 Drawn by thine invitation, Lord, 
 
 Athrist and hungry we are come ; 
 Now from the fulness of thy word, 
 
 Feast us, and send us thankful home. 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 1 Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart, 
 
 And teach his tongue to speak ; 
 Food to the hungry soul impart, 
 And cordials to the weak. 
 
 2 Furnish us all with light and pow'rs 
 
 To walk in wisdom's ways : 
 So shall the benefit be ours, 
 And thou shalt have the praise. 
 
 HYMN XCI. 
 
 Th y promise, Lord, and thy command , 
 Have brought us here to-day ; 
 
 And now, we humbly waiting stand 
 To hear what thou wilt say*. 
 
 * Psal. lxxxv. 8. 
 
SG3 Short Hymns. Book III. 
 
 2 Meet us, we pray, with words of peace ; 
 And fill our hearts with love ; 
 That from our follies we may cease, 
 And henceforth faithful prove. 
 
 HYMN XCII. 
 
 1 Hungry, and faint, and poor, 
 
 Behold us, Lord, again 
 Assembled at thy mercies' door, 
 Thy bounty to obtain. 
 
 2 Thy word invites us nigh, 
 
 Or we must starve indeed ; 
 For we no money have to buy, 
 No righteousness to plead. 
 
 3 The food our spirits want 
 
 Thy hand alone can give ; 
 Oh, hear the pray'r of faith, and grant 
 That we may eat and live. 
 
 HYMN XCIII.— Psal. cvi. 4, 5. 
 
 Remember us, we pray thee, Lord, 
 
 With those who love thy gracious name ; 
 
 And to our souls that good afford, 
 Thy promise has prepar'd for them. 
 
 To us thy great salvation show, 
 Give us a taste of love divine ; 
 
 That we thy people's joy may know. 
 And in their holy triumph join. 
 
Hymn 95. Short Hymns. 360 
 
 HYMN XCIV. 
 
 1 Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze, 
 But to Zion's throne of grace, 
 By a way mark'd out with blood, 
 Sinners now approach to God*. 
 
 2 Not to hear the fiery law, 
 But with humble joy to draw 
 Water, by that well supply 'd, 
 Jesus open'd when he dy'df . 
 
 3 Lord, there are no streams but thine 
 Can assuage a thirst like mine ; 
 'Tis a thirst thyself didst give ; 
 Let me therefore drink and live. 
 
 HYMN XCV. > 3 
 
 1 Often thy public means of grace, 
 Thy thirsty people's wat'ring place, 
 
 The archers have beset J; 
 Attack'd them in thy house of pray'r, 
 To prison dragg'd, or to the bar, 
 
 When thus together met. 
 
 2 But we from such assaults are freed, 
 Can pray, and sing, and hear, and read, 
 
 And meet, and part, in peace : 
 May we our privileges prize, 
 In their improvement make us wise, 
 
 And bless us with increase. 
 
 3 Unless thy presence thou afford, 
 Unless thy blessing clothe the word, 
 
 * Heb. xii. 18 — 24. f Isa. xii. 3. \ Judges v. 11. 
 
370 Short Hymns. Book ITT. 
 
 In vain our liberty ! 
 What would it profit to maintain 
 A name for life, should we remain 
 
 Formal and dead to thee ? 
 
 AFTER SERMON. 
 HYMN XCVI.—Deut. xxxlii. 26—29. 
 
 1 With Israel's God who can compare? 
 Or who like Israel happy are ? 
 
 O people saved by the Lord, 
 
 He is thy shield and great reward ! 
 
 2 Upheld by everlasting arms, 
 
 Thou art secur'd from foes and harms ; 
 In vain their plots, and false their boasts, 
 Our refuge is the Lord of hosts. 
 
 HYMN XCVII.— Habakkuk iii. 17, 18. 
 
 Jesus is mine ! Pm now prepar'd 
 
 To meet with what I thought most hard ; 
 
 Yes, let the winds of trouble blow, 
 
 And comforts melt away like snow : 
 
 No blasted trees, or failing crops, 
 
 Can hinder my eternal hopes ; 
 
 Tho' creatures change, the Lord's th' same ; 
 
 Then let me triumph in his name. 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 
 
 We seek a rest beyond the skies, 
 
 In everlasting day ; 
 Thro' floods and flames the passage lies, 
 
 But Jesus guards the way : 
 
Hymn 100. Short Hymns. 371 
 
 The swelling flood, and raging flame, 
 
 Hear and obey his word ; 
 Then let us triumph in his name, 
 
 Our Saviour is the Lord. 
 
 HYMN XCIX.— - Deut. xxxii. 9, 10. 
 
 The saints Immanuel's portion are, 
 
 Redeem'd by price, reclaim'd by pow'r ; 
 
 His special choice, and tender care, 
 
 Owns them and guards them ev'ry hour. 
 
 He finds them in a barren land, 
 
 Beset with sins, and fears, and foes ; 
 
 He leads and guides them by his hand, 
 And bears them safe from all their foes. 
 
 HYMN C — Hebrews xiii. 20— .22. 
 
 Now may he who from the dead 
 Brought the Shepherd of the sheep, 
 
 Jesus Christ, our King and Head, 
 All our souls in safety keep ! 
 
 May he teach us to fulfil 
 
 What is pleasing in his sight ; 
 
 Perfect us in all his will, 
 
 And preserve us day and night ! 
 
 To that deal' Redeemer's praise, 
 
 Who tlie cov'nant seaPd with blood, 
 
 Let our hearts and voices raise 
 Loud thanksgivings to our God, 
 
372 Short Hymus. Book III, 
 
 HYMN CI — 2 Corinthians xiii. 14. 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
 
 And the Father's boundless love, 
 With the Holy Spirit's favour, 
 
 Rest upon us from above ! 
 Thus may we abide in union 
 
 With each other, and the Lord ; 
 And possess, in sweet communion, 
 
 Joys which earth cannot afford. 
 
 HYMN CII. 
 
 The peace which God alone reveals, 
 
 And by his word of grace imparts, 
 Which only the believer feels, 
 
 Direct and keep, and cheer your hearts* : 
 And may the only Three in Onc ; 
 
 The Father, Word, and Comforter, 
 Pour an abundant blessing down 
 
 On ev'ry soul assembled here ! 
 
 HYMN CIII. 
 
 1 To thee our wants are known, 
 From thee are all our pow'rs ; 
 
 Accept what is thine own, 
 And pardon what is ours : 
 
 Our praises, Lord, and pray'rs receive, 
 And to thy word a blessing give. 
 
 * Phil. iv. r. 
 
Hymn 101. Short Hymns. 373 
 
 2 Oh, grant that each of us 
 
 Now met before thee here, 
 May meet together thus, 
 
 When thou and thine appear ! 
 And follow thee to heav'n our home : 
 E'en so, Amen, Lord Jesus, come*. 
 
 GLORIA PATRI. 
 HYMN CIV. 
 
 1 The Father we adore, 
 
 And everlasting Son, 
 The Spirit of his love and powr, 
 The glorious Three in One. 
 
 2 At the creation's birth 
 
 This' song, was sung on high, 
 Shall sound, through ev'ry age, on earth. 
 And through eternity. 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 1 Father of angels and of men, 
 
 Saviour, who hast us bought, 
 Spirit, by whom we're born again. 
 And sanctify 'd, and taught ! 
 
 2 Thy glory, holy Three in One, 
 
 Thy people's song shall be, 
 Long as the wheels of time shall run, 
 Ajid to eternity. 
 
 * Rev. xxii. 20. 
 2 I 
 
374 Short Hymns. Book III. 
 
 HYMN CVI. 
 
 1 Glory to God, the Father's name, 
 
 To Jesus, who for sinners dy'd ; 
 The Holy Spirit claims the same, 
 By whom our souls are sanctify 'd. 
 
 2 Thy praise was sung when time began 
 
 By angels, through the starry spheres ; 
 And shall, as now, be sung by man 
 Through vast eternity's long years. 
 
 HYMN CVII. 
 
 Ye saints on earth, ascribe, with heavVs high 
 host, 
 
 Glory and honour to the One in Three, 
 ToGod th'FATHER,SoN, and Hol y Ghost, 
 
 As was, and is, and evermore shall be. 
 
37b 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 THE KITE ; 
 
 OR, 
 
 PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL, 
 
 My waking 1 dreams are best conceal'd, 
 Much folly, little good they yield ; 
 But now and then I gain, when sleeping, 
 A friendly hint that's worth the keeping : 
 Lately I dreamt of one who cry'd, 
 " Beware of self, beware of pride ; 
 " When you are prone to build a Babel, 
 « Recall to mind this little fable." 
 
 o 
 
 'NCE on a time a paper kite 
 Was mounted to a wondrous height, 
 Where, giddy with its elevation, 
 It thus express'd self-admiration : 
 " See how yon crowds of gazing people 
 " Admire my flight above the steeple ; 
 " How would they wonder if they knew 
 " All that a kite like me can do ! 
 " Were I but free, I'd take a flight, 
 " And pierce the clouds beyond their sight, 
 " But, ah ! like a poor pris'ner bound, 
 a My string confines me near the ground : 
 " I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing, 
 " Might I but fly without a string." 
 
 It tugg'd and pull'd, while thus it spoke, 
 To break the string — at last it broke. 
 Depriv'd at once of all its stay, 
 In vain it try'd to soar away ; 
 
3T6 Poems. 
 
 Unable its own weight to bear, 
 It fluttered downward through the air ; 
 Unable its own course to guide, 
 The winds soon plung'd it in the tide. 
 Ah ! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing, 
 How could'st thou fly without a string ! 
 
 My heart reply 'd, " O Lord, I see 
 " How much this kite resembles me ! 
 " Forgetful that by thee I stand, 
 " Impatient of thy ruling hand ; 
 " How oft I've wish'd to break the lines 
 u Thy wisdom for my lot assigns ? 
 " How oft indulged a vain desire 
 ci For something more, or something high'r? 
 '* And, but for grace and love divine, 
 " A fall thus dreadful had been mine." 
 
 A Thought on the Sea Shore. 
 
 1 In ev'ry object here I see 
 Something, O Lord, that leads to thee. 
 Firm as the rocks thy promise stands, 
 Thy mercies countless as the sands, 
 Thy love a sea immensely wide, 
 Thy grace an ever-flowing tide. 
 
 2 In ev'ry object here I see 
 Something, my heart, that points at thee. 
 Hard as the rocks that bound the strand, 
 Unfruitful as the barren sand, 
 
 Deep and deceitful as the ocean, 
 And, like the tides, in constant motion. 
 
 The Spider and Toad. 
 
 Some author, (no great matter who, 
 Provided what he says be true,) 
 
Poems. 377 
 
 Relates he saw, with hostile rage, 
 
 A spider and a toad engage ; 
 
 For though with poison both are stor'd. 
 
 Each by the other is abhorr'd, 
 
 It seems as if their common venom 
 
 Provok'd an enmity between 'em. 
 
 Implacable, malicious, cruel, 
 
 Like modern hero in a duel, 
 
 The spider darted on his foe, 
 
 Infixing death at ev'ry blow. 
 
 The toad, by ready instinct taught, 
 
 An antidote, when wounded, sought 
 
 From the herb Plantane, growing near, 
 
 Well known to toads its virtues rare, 
 
 The spider's poison to repel ; 
 
 It cropp'd the leaf, and soon was well. 
 
 This remedy it often try'd, 
 
 And all the spider's rage defy'd. 
 
 The person who the contest view'd, 
 
 While yet the battle doubtful stood, 
 
 Remov'd the healing plant away — 
 
 And thus the spider gain'd the day : 
 
 For when the toad return'd once more 
 
 Wounded, as it had done before, 
 
 To seek relief, and found it not, 
 
 It swelPd and dy'd upon the spot. 
 
 In ev'ry circumstance but one, 
 (Could that hold too, I were undone,) 
 No glass can represent my face 
 More justly than this tale my case. 
 The toad's an emblem of my heart, 
 And Satan acts the spider's part. 
 Envenom'd by his poison, I 
 Am often at the point to die ; 
 
 2 12 
 
378 Foems. 
 
 But he who hung upon the tree, 
 
 From guilt and wo to set me free, 
 
 Is like the Plantane leaf to me. 
 
 To him my wounded soul repairs, 
 
 He knows my pain, and hears my pray'rs ; 
 
 From him I virtue draw by faith, 
 
 Which saves me from the jaws of death : 
 
 From him fresh life and strength I gain, 
 
 And Satan spends his rage in vain. 
 
 No secret arts or open force, 
 
 Can rob me of this sure resource, 
 
 Though banish'd to some distant land. 
 
 My med'cine would be still at hand ; 
 
 Though foolish men its worth deny, 
 
 Experience gives them all the lie ; 
 
 Though Deists and Socinians join, 
 
 Jesus still lives, and still is mine. 
 
 'Tis here the happy difference lies, 
 
 My Saviour reigns above the skies, 
 
 Yet to my soul is always near, 
 
 For he is God, and ev'ry where. 
 
 His blood a sovereign blam is found 
 
 For ev'ry grief, and ev'ry wound ; 
 
 And sooner all the hills shall flee 
 
 And hide themselves beneath the sea ; 
 
 Or ocean, starting from its bed, 
 
 Rush o'er the cloud-topt mountain's head ; 
 
 The sun, exhausted of its light, 
 
 Become the source of endless night ; 
 
 And ruin spread from pole to pole ; 
 
 Than Jesus fail the tempted soul. 
 
EBENEZER. 
 
 m. i. 
 
 A Memorial of the unchangeable goodness of God wide-, 
 changing dispensations. 
 
 WRITTEN ON FEB 12, 1775. 
 
 The Twenty-fifth Anniversary of our Marriage. 
 
 THE LORD GAVE. 
 
 ,F 
 
 OR what this day recalls to mind 
 My praise to God is due ; 
 How many blessings he design'd 
 To give, in giving you. 
 
 2 When hateful, hating and forlorn, 
 
 In Afric's wilds I stray'd ; 
 His hand secur'd my safe return, 
 But Youy the Mean, was made, 
 
 3 How little, then, could be foreseen 
 
 My path in future life ! 
 But he prepar'd each following scene, 
 By making you my wife. 
 
 4 The happy day that join'd our hands, 
 
 (Sweet prelude to his Grace,) 
 More firm in my remembrance stands 
 Than if engrav'd in brass. 
 
 5 But ah ! my heart, by sin betray *d, 
 
 (How painful is the thought,) 
 Soon of the gift, an idol made, 
 The giver soon forgot J 
 
330 Ebenezer. 
 
 6 How justly might some sudden turn 
 
 Have parted us again ; 
 And left my guilty soul to mourn 
 In agony and pain ! 
 
 7 But though we both, and chiefly I, 
 
 For good have render 'd ill, 
 His mercy hath been always nigh, 
 His hand preserves us still. 
 
 8 With mutual love, and peace, and health, 
 
 And friends, we have been blest ; 
 And, if not what the world calls wealth, 
 We have enough possest. 
 
 9 From place to place, from year to year, 
 
 The Lord has been our guide ; 
 Our sure resource in time of fear, 
 When all has fail'd beside. 
 
 10 Thus five and twenty years, the sun 
 
 Has trod his annual path ; 
 And we apace are posting on 
 To meet the stroke of death ! 
 
 11 Sure none a happier life have known, 
 
 Than our's, thus far, has been ; 
 But could we covet, now 'tis gone, 
 To live it o'er again ? 
 
 12 Like checker 'd cloth, the warp with love 
 
 And comfort has been spread, 
 But cares and crosses interwove 
 Have furnish' d half the thread. 
 
 13 Yes ! even we, who so much joy, 
 
 So much endearment know, 
 Have found that something will annoy, 
 And tarnish all below ! 
 
Ebcnezer. 381 
 
 14 Yet every cross a mercy is, 
 
 A blessing every thorn, 
 That tells us, here is not our bliss, 
 We were for nobler born. 
 
 15 That I am her's, and she is mine, 
 
 Invites my feeble lays ; 
 But, Saviour, that we both are thine, 
 Demands my highest praise. 
 
 16 With thee, dear Lord, whorulest all, 
 
 The wise appointment lies, 
 To which of us the lot must fall, 
 To close the others' eyes ! 
 
 17 Then all our intercourse while here, 
 
 (How happy, and how kind !) 
 Will like a fleeting dream appear, 
 Which leaves no trace behind, 
 
 18 Prepare us every day we live, 
 
 For that important hour ; 
 And when, at length, it shall arrive 
 Support us by thy power. 
 
 19 Who first departs, may thy kind smile 
 
 Strengthen with joy to go ; 
 And the survivor reconcile 
 To stay awhile below. 
 
 20 Then may it seem of little weight, 
 
 Which of us goes before ; 
 Assur'd that we shall shortly meet 
 To part again no more. 
 
 21 Oh, with what wonder, joy, and praise, 
 
 Our souls shall then review 
 The snares, and mercies of the ways, 
 We were conducted through ! 
 
JVo. II. 
 
 WRITTEN DECEMBER 15, 1791- 
 
 The first Anniversary of her Dismission from this state of 
 Sin and Sorrow. 
 
 — The Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. 
 
 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the 
 Father of Mercies, and the God of all Comfort ! Who comfort- 
 eth us in all our tribulations, that we may be able to comfort 
 them which are in any trouble, by the comforts wherewith we 
 ourselves are comforted of God. 
 
 1 JLiORD ! She was thine, and not my own, 
 
 Thou hast not done me wrong ; 
 I thank thee for the precious loan 
 Afforded me so long. 
 
 2 For though no single day has been, 
 
 Or talent, well improve ; 
 I chiefly see, and mourn my sin, 
 In what I chiefly lov'd. 
 
 3 I trembled, when thou saidst " resign 
 
 A much abused trust ;'' 
 But could not wonder or repine ; 
 I own'd the sentence just. 
 
 4 Yet mercy sweeten'd my distress ; 
 
 And while I felt the rod, 
 Gave me abundant cause to bless 
 An all-suflicient God ! 
 
 5 Sharp was my pain and deep my wound, 
 
 (A wound which still must bleed,) 
 But daily help, and strength I found 
 Proportioned to my need. 
 
Ebenexer. 383 
 
 6 Like Jonah, (well our stories suit,) 
 
 I view'd my gourd, well pleas'd ; 
 Like him, I could not see the root 
 On which the worm had seiz'd. 
 
 7 But saw at length the hour draw nigh, 
 
 (That hour I since have known,) 
 When all my earthly joy must die, 
 And I be left alone. 
 
 8 She dropt a tear, and grasp 'd my hand, 
 
 And fain she would have spoke ; 
 But well my heart could understand 
 The language of her look. 
 
 9 Farewell, it meant, a last adieu ! 
 
 I soon shall cease from pain ; 
 This silent tear I drop for you ; 
 We part— to meet again. 
 
 10 I said, " If leaving all below, 
 
 You now have peace divine ; 
 And would, but cannot, tell me so, 
 Give me, at least a sign." 
 
 11 She rais'd, and gently wav'd her hand, 
 
 And fill'd me with a joy, 
 To which the wealth of sea and land 
 Compar'd, were but a toy. 
 
 12 I trust, indeed, she knew thy grace 
 
 Before this trying day ; 
 
 But Satan had, awhile, access 
 
 To fill her with dismay. 
 
 13 Till then, tho' two long years she pin'd, 
 
 Without an hour of ease ; 
 Cheerful she still appeared, resigned, 
 And bore her cross in peace. 
 
384 Ebenezer. 
 
 14 Daily, while able, closely too, 
 
 She read the word of God ; 
 And thence her hope and comfort drew, 
 Her med'cine, and her food. 
 
 15 A stranger might have well presumed, 
 
 From what he saw her bear, 
 This burning bush was not consumed, 
 Because the Lord was there. 
 
 16 Three days, she could no notice take, 
 
 Nor speak, nor hear, nor see ; 
 O Lord ! Did not my heart-strings ache ? 
 Did I not cry to Thee ; 
 
 17 That, while I watch'd her, night and day, 
 
 My will to thine might bow ? 
 And, by this rod didst thou not say, 
 " Behold your Idol now ! 
 
 18 " From her you lov'd too much, proceed 
 
 " Your sharpest grief and pains ; 
 " For soon or late the heart must bleed 
 " That idols entertains.' ' 
 
 19 Yes, Lord, we both have guilty been. 
 
 And justly are distress'd ; 
 But since thou dost forgive our sin, • 
 I welcome all the rest. 
 
 20 Only uphold us in the fire, 
 
 Our fainting spirits cheer ; 
 And I thy mercy will admire, 
 When most thou seem'st severe. 
 
Ebenezcr. 385 
 
 21 Fainter, her breath, and fainter grew, 
 
 Until she breath'd her last ; 
 The soul was gone before we knew, 
 The stroke of death was past. 
 
 22 Soft was the moment, and serene, 
 
 That all her sufferings clos'd ; 
 No agony, or struggle seem, 
 No feature discompos'd. 
 
 23 The parting struggle all was mine ; 
 
 " 'Tis the survivor dies :" 
 For she was freed, and gone to join 
 The triumph of the skies. 
 
 24 To me it was a stormy day, 
 
 Tho' glad for her release ; 
 But He, whom seas and storms obey, 
 Soon bid the tempest cease. 
 
 25 My selfish heart had wished her here, 
 
 To spend her days in pain ; 
 That she, what I could say, might hear, 
 And speak to me again. 
 
 26 Our kindness to our suffering friends 
 
 Would keep them still below ; 
 But He, who loves them better, sends, 
 And, at his call they go. 
 
 27 Each moment, since that trying hour, 
 
 My loss I keenly feel ; 
 But trust, I feel my Saviour's pow'r 
 To sanctify and heal. 
 
 28 Ah, world ! vain world ! by whom my Lord 
 
 Was crucify M and slain ; 
 What comfort now canst thou afford 
 To mitigate my pain ? 
 2 K 
 
386 Ebenezer. 
 
 29 Long since I should by his dear cross 
 
 Have learn'd to die to thee ; 
 But if I learn it by my loss, 
 That loss my gain will be. 
 
 30 Now Lord to thee I would apply, 
 
 On thee alone depend ; 
 Thou art, when creatures fail and die, 
 An ever-living Friend ! 
 
 31 Now thou hast made a void within, 
 
 Which only thou canst fill ; 
 Oh ! grant me pardon of my sin, 
 And grace to do thy will. 
 
 32 That I with joy thy flock may feed, 
 
 A pattern to them be, 
 And comfort them in time of need ; 
 Vouchsafe to comfort me. 
 
 33 Let them believe, and love, and praise, 
 
 And wonder, and adore, 
 And view thee guiding all my ways : 
 I ask for nothing more. 
 
 34 To thee I would commit the rest ; 
 
 The when, the how, the where ; 
 Thy wisdom will determine best, 
 Without my anxious care. 
 
 35 May I with faith and patience wait, 
 
 For soon thy call will come ; 
 When I shall change this mortal state 
 For an eternal home. 
 
 36 The vails of sin and unbelief 
 
 Shall then be rent in twain ; 
 And they who parted here with grief, 
 Shall meet with joy again. 
 
Ebenczer. 387 
 
 37 Then will the Lord himself appear, 
 
 With all his blood-bought sheep, 
 To wipe from ev'ry face the tear, 
 And they no more shall weep. . 
 
 38 May thoughts like these relieve my toil, 
 
 And cheer my spirit up ! 
 Who would not suffer here a while, 
 For such a glorious hope ? 
 
A TABLE 
 
 TO THE 
 
 FIRST BOOK OF THE OLNEY HYMNS. 
 
 According to the Order and Subject of the Hjmns. 
 
 GENESIS. 
 Hymn 
 
 1 Adam, . . . 
 
 2 Cain and Abel, 
 
 Chap. 
 . 3 
 . 4 
 
 ^ £ Walking with God, 5 
 
 5 Lot in Sodom, . .13 
 
 6 ) The Lord will 
 
 7 5 provide, . .22 
 
 8 Esau, .... 25 
 
 9 Jacob's ladder, . 28 
 
 10 My name is Jacob, 32 
 
 11 Plenty in dearth, . 41 
 
 12 Joseph made known 
 
 to his brethren, . 45 
 
 EXODUS. 
 
 1 3 The bitter waters, 1 5 
 
 14 Jehovah-Rophi, . 15 
 
 15 Manna, . . . .16 
 
 16 Manna hoarded, . 16 
 
 17 Jehovah-Nissi, . 17 
 
 18 The golden calf, . 32 
 
 LEVITICUS. 
 
 1 9 The true Aaron, . 8 
 
 NUMBERS. 
 
 20 Balaam's wish, . 23 
 
 Hymn Chap . 
 
 23 Gideon's fleece, . 6 
 
 24 Samson's lion, . 14 
 
 1 SAMUEL. 
 
 25 Hannah ; or, the 
 
 throne of grace, . 1 
 
 26 Dagon before the 
 
 ark, 5 
 
 27 Milch kine draw- 
 
 ing the ark, . . 6 
 
 28 Saul's armour, . 17 
 
 2 SAMUEL. 
 
 29 David's fall, . .12 
 
 30 Is this thy kindness 
 
 to thy friend ? .16 
 
 1 KINGS. 
 
 / Ask what I 
 l give thee, 
 
 shall 
 
 JOSHUA. 
 
 . 10 
 
 JUDGES. 
 
 22 Jehovah-Shallom, 6 
 
 31 
 32 
 
 33_ 
 
 34 Queen of Sheba, . 10 
 
 35 Elijah fed by ra- 
 
 vens, . . . .17 
 
 36 The meal and cruse 
 
 of oil, .... 17 
 
 2 KINGS. 
 
 37 Jericho, or the wa- 
 
 ters healed, . . 2 
 
 38 Naaman, ... 5 
 
 39 The borrowed axe, 6 
 
 40 More with us than 
 
 with them, • . 6 
 
A Table to the First Book. 
 
 389 
 
 1 CHRONICLES. 
 
 Hymn Chap. 
 
 41 Faith's review and 
 
 expectation, . .17 
 
 NEHEMIAH. 
 
 42 The joy of the Lord 
 
 is our strength, . 9 
 
 JOB. 
 
 43 O that I were as 
 
 in months past ! . 29 
 
 44 The change, . .29 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 45 Pleading for mercy, 6 
 
 46 None upon earth 
 
 besides thee, . . 73 
 
 47 7 The believer's 
 
 48 5 safety, . . .91 
 
 49 He led them by a 
 
 right way, . .107 
 
 50 What shall I ren- 
 
 der ? . . . .116 
 
 5 1 Dwelling in Me- 
 
 sech, . . . .120 
 
 PROVERBS. 
 
 52 Wisdom, ... 8 
 
 53 A friend that stick- 
 
 eth closer than a 
 brother, . . .18 
 
 ECCLESIASTES. 
 
 54 Vanity of life, . . 1 
 
 55 Vanity of the world, 1 
 
 56 Vanity of creatures 
 
 sanctified, . . 1 
 
 Solomon's song. 
 
 57 The name of Jesus, l 
 
 ISAIAH. 
 
 Hymn Chafi. 
 
 58 O Lord, I will praise 
 
 thee, . . . .12 
 
 59 The river, refuge, 
 
 and rock of the 
 church, . . .32 
 
 60 Zion, or the city of 
 
 God, .... 33 
 
 6 1 Look unto me, and 
 
 be ye saved, . . 45 
 
 62 The good Physician 45 
 
 63 To the afflicted, . 54 
 
 64 The contrite heart, 57 
 
 65 The future peace 
 
 and glory of the 
 church, ... 65 
 
 JEREMIAH. 
 
 66 Trust of the right- 
 
 eous and wicked, 17 
 
 67 Jehovah our right- 
 
 eousness, ... 23 
 
 68 Ephraim repenting,3 1 
 
 LAMENTATIONS. 
 
 69 The Lord is my 
 
 portion, ... 3 
 
 EZEKIEL. 
 
 70 Humbled and silen- 
 
 ced by mercy, . 1 6 
 
 71 The covenant, . 36 
 
 72 Jehovah-Shammah,48 
 
 DANIEL. 
 
 73 The power and tri- 
 
 umph of faith, . 3, 6 
 
 74 Belshazzar, . . 5 
 
 JONAH. 
 
 75 The gourd, . . 4 
 2 
 
m 
 
 A Table to the First Book, 
 
 ZECHARIAH. 
 
 Hymn Chap. 
 
 76 Prayer for theLord's 
 
 presence, ... 2 
 
 77 A brand plucked- 
 
 out of the fire, . 3 
 
 78 On one stone shall 
 
 be seven eyes, . 3 
 
 79 Praise for the foun- 
 
 tain opened, 
 
 In 
 O 
 
 MALACHI. 
 
 80 They shall be mine, 
 
 saith the Lord, . 3 
 
 MATTHEW. 
 
 81 The beggar, . . 7 
 
 82 The leper, ... 8 
 S3 A sick soul, . . 9 
 
 84 Satan returning, . 12 
 
 85 The sower, . .13 
 
 86 Wheat and tares, 13 
 
 87 Peter walking on 
 
 the waters, . .14 
 
 88 Woman of Canaan, 15 
 
 89 What think ye of 
 
 Christ? ... 22 
 
 90 The foolish virgins,25 
 
 9 1 Peter singing and 
 
 repenting, . .26 
 
 MARK. 
 
 92 Legion dispossessed,5 
 
 93 The ruler's daugh- 
 
 ter raised, . . 5 
 
 94 But one loaf, . . 8 
 
 95 Bartimeus, . . .10 
 
 96 The house of prayer 11 
 
 97 The blasted fig-tree 1 1 
 
 LUKE. 
 
 98 The two debtors, " 7 
 
 Hymn C/ia/i, 
 
 99 The good Samar- 
 itan, .... 10 
 
 100 Martha and Mary, 10 
 
 101 The heart taken, 11 
 
 102 The worldling, . 12 
 
 103 The barren fig- 
 tree, . . . .13 
 
 104 The prodigal, . 15 
 
 105 The rich man and 
 Lazarus, . . .16 
 
 106 The importunate 
 widow, . . .18 
 
 107 Zaccheus, . .19 
 
 108 Believer's danger 
 and safety, . .22 
 
 109 Father, forgive 
 them, . . . .23 
 
 1 10 The two malefac- 
 tors, . . . .23 
 
 111 
 
 112 
 113 
 114 
 115 
 
 117 
 118 
 119 
 
 JOHN. 
 
 The woman of Sa- 
 maria, .... 4 
 
 £ PoolofBethesda, 5 
 
 The disciples at sea,6 
 Will ye also go 
 away ? .... 6 
 The resurrection 
 and the life, . .11 
 Weeping Mary, 20 
 
 > Lovest thou me ? 2 1 
 
 ACTS. 
 
 120 Death of Stephen, 7 
 
 121 The rebel's sur- 
 render to grace, . 9 
 
 122 Peter released from 
 prison, . • r 12 
 
A Table to the First Book 
 
 391 
 
 Hymn Chap. 
 
 Hymn Chap, 
 
 123 The trembling 
 
 
 
 fare, . . . 
 
 . 5 
 
 gaoler, .... 
 
 16 
 
 
 
 
 124 The exorcists, . 
 
 19 
 
 
 PHILIPP1ANS. 
 
 
 125 Paul's voyage, . 
 
 27 
 
 131 
 
 Contentment, 
 
 . 4 
 
 ROMANS. 
 
 
 
 HEBREWS. 
 
 
 126 The good that I 
 
 
 132 
 
 Old Testament 
 
 
 would, I do not, . 
 
 7 
 
 
 Gospel, . . 
 
 4 
 
 127 Salvation drawing 
 
 
 1 r> r> 
 
 loo 
 
 The word quick 
 
 nearer, .... 
 
 13 
 
 
 and powerful, 
 
 4 
 
 
 
 134 
 
 Looking unto Je- 
 
 1 CORINTHIANS. 
 
 
 
 sus, .... 
 
 12 
 
 128 That rock was 
 
 
 135 
 
 Love-tokens, 
 
 12 
 
 Ghrist, .... 
 
 10 
 
 
 REVELATION. 
 
 
 2 CORINTHIANS. 
 
 
 136 
 
 Ephesus, . . 
 
 2 
 
 129 My grace is suffi- 
 
 
 137 
 
 Smyrna, . . 
 
 2 
 
 cient for thee, . 
 
 12 
 
 138 
 
 Sardis, . . 
 
 3 
 
 
 
 139 
 
 Philadelphia, 
 
 3 
 
 GALATIANS. 
 
 
 140 
 
 Laodicea, . 
 
 3 
 
 130 The inward war- 
 
 
 141 
 
 The little book, 
 
 10 
 
[ 392 ] 
 
 A TABLE TO THE SECOND BOOK. 
 
 I. SEASONS. 
 
 New- Year's Hymns. 
 
 Hymn 
 Time how swift ! . . 1 
 Time how short ! . 2 
 Uncertainty of life, . 3 
 A New-year's thought 
 
 and prayer, . . 4 
 Death and war, . . 5 
 Earthly prospects de- 
 ceitful, ... 6 
 
 Before Annual Sermons. 
 Prayer for a blessing, 7 
 Another, .... 8 
 Another, .... 9 
 Casting the Gospel-net, 10 
 Pleading for and with 
 
 youth, . . . .11 
 Prayer for children, . 12 
 The Shunamite, . .13 
 Elijah's prayer, . .14 
 Preaching to the dry 
 
 bones, . . . .15 
 The rod of Moses, . 16 
 God speaking from 
 
 Mount Zion, . 17 
 Prayer for power on 
 
 the means, . .18 
 Elijah's mantle, . .19 
 
 After annual Sermons. 
 David's charge to So- 
 lomon, .... 20 
 The Lord's call to his 
 children, . . . .21 
 
 Hymn 
 The prayer of Jabez, 22 
 Waiting at Wisdom's 
 
 gates, . . . .23 
 Asking the way to Zion,24 
 We were Pharaoh's 
 
 bondmen, ... 25 
 Travailing in birth for 
 
 souls, .... 26 
 We are ambassadors 
 
 for Christ, . .27 
 Paul's farewell charge, 28 
 How shall I put thee 
 among the children? 29 
 
 Winter, 30 
 
 Waiting for spring, . 3 1 
 
 Spring, 32* 
 
 Another, .... 33 
 Summer-storms, . . 34 
 Hay-time, . . . .35 
 Harvest, . . . .36 
 
 Christmas. 
 Praise for the incarna- 
 tion, .... 37 
 Jehovah Jesus, . . 38 
 Man honoured above 
 
 angels, .... 39 
 Saturday evening, ' . 40 
 Close of the year,Eben- 
 ezer, . . . .41 
 
 Another, 
 
 42 
 
 II. ORDINANCES. 
 
 Opening a place for 
 social prayer, . 43 
 
A Table to the Second Book. 
 
 393 
 
 Hymn 
 Another, .... 44 
 The Lord's day, . . 45 
 Gospel privileges, . 46 
 Another, .... 47 
 Praise for their contin- 
 uance, .... 48 
 A famine of the word, 49 
 Prayer for ministers, 50 
 Prayer for a revival, 5 1 
 Hoping for a revival, 52 
 Sacramental Hymns. . 
 Welcome to the table, 53 
 Christ crucified, . .54 
 Jesus hasting to suffer, 55 
 It is good to be here, 56 
 Looking at the cross, 57 
 Supplies in the wilder- 
 ness, .... 58 
 Communion with saints 
 in glory, . . .59 
 Prayer. 
 Exhortation to prayer, 60 
 Pov/er of prayer, . .61 
 
 Scripture. 
 Light and glory of the 
 
 word, . . . .62 
 Word more precious 
 than gold, . .63 
 
 III. PROVIDENCES. 
 
 On the commencement 
 of hostilities, . . 64 
 Fast-day Hymns. 
 Confession and prayer, 65 
 Moses and Amalek, . 66 
 The hiding place, . 67 
 On the earthquake, 
 
 1775, .... 68 
 Fire at Olney, 1777, 69 
 Welcome to Christian 
 friends, ... .70 
 
 Hymn 
 At parting, . . . .71 
 
 Funeral Hymns. 
 On the death of a be- 
 liever, .... 72 
 Death of a minister, . 73 
 The tolling bell, . . 74 
 Hope beyond the grave, 75 
 There the weary are at 
 
 rest, . . . .76 
 The day of judgment, 77 
 The day of the Lord, 78 
 The great tribunal, . 79 
 
 IV. CREATION. 
 
 The old and new crea- 
 tion, .... 80 
 Book of creation, . .81 
 The rainbow, . . . 82 
 Thunder, .... 83 
 Lightning in the night,84 
 Eclipse of the moon, 
 
 1776, .... 85 
 Moon-light . . . .86 
 The sea, .... 87 
 The flood, .... 88 
 The thaw, .... 89 
 The loadstone, . . 90 
 Spider and Bee, . .91 
 Bee saved from the 
 
 spider, . . . .92 
 The tamed lion, . .93 
 
 Sheep, 94 
 
 The garden, . . .95 
 For a garden-seat or 
 
 summer-house, . 96 
 Creatures in the Lord's 
 
 hands, . . . .97 
 On dreaming, . . .98 
 The world, .... 99 
 The enchantment dis- 
 
 solved, 
 
 . 100 
 
[ 294 ] 
 
 A TABLE TO THE THIRD BOOK, 
 
 1. SOLEMN ADDRESSES 
 TO SINNERS. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 Expostulation, ... 1 
 
 Alarm, 2 
 
 We were once as you 
 
 are, 3 
 
 Prepare to meet God, 4 
 
 Invitation, .... 5 
 
 II. SEEKING, PLEADING, 
 AND HOPING. 
 
 The burdened sinner, 6 
 
 Behold, I am vile ! . 7 
 
 The shining light, . 8 
 
 Encouragement, . . 9 
 
 The waiting soul, . 10 
 
 The effort, . . . 11, 12 
 
 Seeking the Beloved, 13 
 
 Rest for weary souls, 14 
 
 III. CONFLICT. 
 
 Light shining out of 
 
 darkness, . . .15 
 "Welcome cross, . .16 
 Afflictions sanctified 
 
 by the word, . .17 
 Temptation, . . .13 
 Looking upwards in a 
 
 storm, . . . .19 
 Valley of the shadow 
 
 of death, ... 20 
 The storm hushed, . 21 
 Help in time of need, 22 
 Peace after a storm, 23 
 Mourning and longing,24 
 
 Hymn 
 Rejoice the soul of thy 
 
 servant, . . .25 
 Self-acquaintance, . 26 
 Bitter and sweet, . . 27 
 Prayer for patience, . 28 
 Submission, ... 29 
 Why should I com- 
 plain ? .... 30 
 Return, O Lord, how 
 
 long! . . . .31 
 Cast down, but not de- 
 stroyed, ... 32 
 The benighted travel- 
 ler, 33 
 
 The prisoner, . . .34 
 Perplexity relieved, . 35 
 Prayer answered by 
 
 crosses, . . .36 
 I will trust, and not 
 
 be afraid, . . .37 
 Questions to unbelief, 38 
 Great effects by small 
 
 means, ... 39 
 Why art thou cast 
 
 down ? . . . .40 
 The way of access, . 41 
 The pilgrim's song, . 42 
 
 IV. COMFORT. 
 
 Faith a new sense, 
 The happy change, 
 Retirement, . . 
 Jesus my all, . . 
 I The hidden life, 
 
 43 
 44 
 45 
 46 
 47 
 
A Table to the Third Book, 
 
 395 
 
 Hymn 
 Joy and peace in be- 
 lieving, . . .48 
 True pleasure, . . 49 
 The Christian, . . 50 
 Lively hope and gra- 
 cious fear, . .51 
 Confidence, ... 52 
 Peace restored, . .53 
 Hear what he has done, 54 
 Freedom from care, . 55 
 Humiliation and praise, 5 6 
 For the poor, . . .57 
 Home in view, . .58 
 
 V. DEDICATION AND SUR- 
 RENDER. 
 
 Old things passed away,59 
 Power of grace, . . 60 
 My soul thirsteth for- 
 
 God, .... 61 
 Love constraining to 
 
 obedience, . . 62 
 Heart healed and chan- 
 ged by mercy, . 63 
 Hatred of sin, ... 64 
 The child, .... 65 
 True happiness, . . 66 
 The happy debtor, . . 67 
 
 VI. CAUTIONS. 
 
 The new convert, . 68 
 
 Hymn 
 Trueandfalse comforts69 
 True and false zeal, . 70 
 Living and dead faith, 71 
 Abuse of the Gospel, 72 
 The narrow way, . .73 
 Dependence, ... 74 
 Not of works, . . .75 
 Sin's deceit, ... 76 
 Are there few saved ? 77 
 The Sluggard, . . 78 
 Not in word, but in 
 power, . . . .79 
 
 VII. PRAISE. 
 
 Praise for faith, . . 80 
 Grace and providence, 8 1 
 Praise for redeeming 
 
 love, .... 82 
 I will praise the Lord 
 
 at all times, . .83 
 Perseverance, ... 84 
 Salvation, . . . .85 
 Reigning grace, . .86 
 Praise to the Redeemer87 
 Man by nature, grace, 
 
 and glory, . .88 
 
 VIII. SHORT HYMNS 
 
 Before Sermon, 89 — 95 
 After Sermon, 96 — 103 
 Gloria Patri, 104—107 
 
Table of First Lines to the Olney Hymns. 
 
 .iVBeliever free from care 148 
 Afflictions do not come alonel62 
 Afflictions, though they seem 
 severe ------ 127 
 
 Agarden contemplation suits267 
 A glance from heav'n, with 
 
 sweet effect - - - 526 
 A shelter from the rain or 
 
 wind 268 
 
 Ah ! what can I do - - - 282 
 Alas ! Elisha's servant cry'd 58 
 Alas ! by nature how de- 
 
 pravM 198 
 
 A lion,though by nature wild265 
 AlmightyKing! whose woe- 
 
 drous hand - - - - 558 
 Although on massy pillars 
 
 built 239 
 
 Amazing grace ! (how sweet 
 
 the sound,) - - - - 59 
 Approach, my soul, the 
 
 mercy seat - - - - 289 
 As birds their infant brood 
 
 protect 91 
 
 As needles point towards 
 
 the pole 262 
 
 As once for Jonah, so the 
 
 Lord 94 
 
 As parched in the barren 
 
 sands 86 
 
 As some tall rock amidst the 
 
 waves - 145 
 
 As the serpent rais'd by 
 
 Moses 80 
 
 As the sun's enliv'ning eye 243 
 As when the weary trav'ller 
 gains ------ 337 
 
 A word from Jesus calms 
 
 the sea, - - - - . 107 
 
 A worldling spent each day 128 
 Before Elijah's gate - - - 56 
 Begone, unbelief - - - - 314 
 
 Behold the throne of grace ! 49 
 Beneath the tyrant Satan's 
 
 yoke - " 194 
 
 Beside the gospel pool - - 136 
 Bestow, dear Lord, upon our 
 
 youth 177 
 
 Be still, my heart ! these 
 
 anxious cares - - - 319 
 Bitter, indeed, the waters 
 
 are 28 
 
 Bleak winter is subdu'd at 
 
 length 201 
 
 Blinded in youth by Satan's 
 arts 271 
 
 Breathe from the gentle soul, 
 
 O Lord 288 
 
 By various maxims, forms, 
 
 and rules 160 
 
 By faith in Christ I walk with 
 God ------ 16 
 
 By the poor widow's oil and 
 
 meal ----.- 53 
 
 By whom was David taught 31 
 Cbeer up, my soul, there is 
 
 a mercy seat - - - - 288 
 
 Chief shepherd of thy cho- 
 sen sheep - - - - 221 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit 
 
 prepare 47 
 
 Confirm the hope thy word 
 
 allows 367 
 
 Constrain'd by their Lord 
 
 to embark - - - - 138 
 Could the features help 
 
 or ease us 114 
 
 Courage, my soul ! behold 
 
 the prize ----- 247 
 
 Darkness overspreads us 
 
 here ------ 153 
 
 Day of judgment, day of 
 
 wonders ! 248 
 
 Dear Lord ! accept a sinful 
 
 heart 303 
 
 Destruction'sdangerous road354 
 Does it not grief and won- 
 der move ----- 182 
 Does the gospel-word pro- 
 claim 291 
 
 Elijah's example declares - S2 
 Elisha, struck withjgrief and 
 
 awe 188 
 
 Encourag'd by thy word - 100 
 Ensnar'd too long my heart 
 
 has been 192 
 
 Ere God had built the moun 
 
 tains 70 
 
 Far from the world, O 
 
 Lord, I flee - - - - 324 
 
 Father, forgive, (the Saviour 
 said,) ------- 133 
 
 Father of angels and of 
 
 men 373 
 
 Fervent persevering pray'rs 147 
 Fierce passions discompose 
 
 the mind 157 
 
 Fix my heart and eyes on 
 
 thine !------ 344 
 
 For-est beasts, that live by 
 
 prey 310 
 
 For mercies countless as the 
 sands ------ 68 
 
Table of First Lines to the Olney By dim. 
 
 W 
 
 From Egypt lately freed - - 321 
 From pole to pole let others 
 
 roam -------88 
 
 From Sheba a distant report 50 
 Gladness was spread through 
 
 Israel's host ----- 220 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spo- 
 ken 78 
 
 Glory to God the Father's 
 
 name 374 
 
 God gives his mercies to be 
 
 spent 74 
 
 God, with one piercing glance, 
 
 looks through - - - - 249 
 
 God moves in a mysterious 
 
 W ay ------- 292 
 
 God of my life, to thee I call 296 
 Grace, triumphant in the 
 
 throne ------ 352 
 
 Gracious Lord, our children seel 81 
 Happy are they, to whom the 
 
 Lord - - 218 
 
 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord 143 
 Hark ! how time's wide-sound- 
 ing bell _ - 173 
 
 Happy the birth where grace 
 
 presides ------ 339 
 
 Heal us, Immanuel,here we are 29 
 Hear what God the Lord hath 
 
 spoken - 85 
 
 Hear what the Lord, the great 
 
 Amen ------- 166 
 
 He who on earth as man was 
 
 known 77 
 
 Here at Bethesda's pool the 
 
 poor 137 
 
 His master taken from his head245 
 Hoiv Lord God ! I love thy 
 
 "truth 342 
 
 Honour and happiness unite 329 
 Honey though the bee prepares 74 
 How blest the righteous are - 55 
 How blest thy creature is, O 
 
 God - - 323 
 
 How David, when by sin de- 
 ceived 45 
 
 How hurtfal was the choice of 
 
 Lot 17 
 
 How kind the good Samaritan 121 
 How lost Avas my condition - 81 
 How soon the Saviour's gra- 
 cious call 356 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus 
 
 sounds 7& 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the 
 
 hours 64 
 
 How welcome to the saints 
 
 when press'd - - - - 216 
 
 2 L 
 
 Hungry, and faint, and poor 368 
 I am," (saith Christ.) your 
 
 glorious head - - - - 141 
 I ask'd the Lord that I might 
 
 grow 313 
 
 If for a time the air be calm 259 
 If Paul in Cxsar's court must 
 
 stand 150 
 
 If Solomon for wisdom pray'd 48 
 If the Lord our leader be - - 22 
 If to Jesus for relief - - - 516 
 Incarnate God the soul that 
 
 knows ------ 65 
 
 In ev'ry object here I see - 3f6 
 In evil long I took delight - 228 
 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke 63 
 In themselves as weak as 
 
 worms 232 
 
 In vain my fancy strives to 
 
 paint 244 
 
 Israel in ancient days - - - 158 
 I thirst, but not as once I did 340 
 I was a grov'ling creature once 329 
 I will praise thee ev'ry day - 77 
 I would, but cannot, sing - - 152 
 JesusChrist the Lord's anointed 97 
 Jesus, to what didst thou submitl55 
 Jesus who bought us with his 
 
 blood - 191 
 
 Jesus, whose blood so freely 
 
 stream'd 57 
 
 Jesus, where'er thy people 
 
 meet - 215 
 
 Jesus is mine ! I'm now pre- 
 paid 370 
 
 John in a vision saw the day 250 
 Joy is a fruit that will not grow 60 
 Kindle, Saviour, in my heart 504 
 Kindred in Christ, for his 
 
 dear sake 242 
 
 Legion was my namebynaturellj 
 Let hearts and tongues unite 25 2 
 Let me dwell on Golgotha - 227 
 Let us adore the grace that 
 
 seeks . 190 
 
 Let us love, and sing, and 
 
 wonder ----- 359 
 Let worldly minds the world 
 
 pursue ----- - 358 
 
 Lord, my soul with pleasure 
 
 springs 32 S 
 
 Lord, thou hast won,at length 
 
 I yield - - - - -* - 146 
 Lord, .■ ho hast suffer'd all for 
 
 me - 305 
 
 Lord, what is man ! extremes 
 
 how wide 56G 
 
 Manna to Israel well supply 'd 29 
 
m 
 
 Table of First Lines of the Onlney Hymns. 
 
 Martha her love and joy ex- 
 
 press'd 122 
 
 Mary to her Saviour's tomb 142 
 May the grace of Christ our 
 
 Saviour 372 
 
 Mercy, O thou Son of David ! 117 
 My barns are full, my stores 
 
 increase ----- 125 
 My former hopes are fled - 285 
 My God! how perfect are 
 
 thy ways ! - - - - 87 
 My God ! till I receiv'd thy 
 
 stroke 87 
 
 My harpuntun'd and laid aside223 
 My sons; shall bless the Lord 
 
 of all 208 
 
 My soul once had its plen- 
 teous years - - - - 25 
 My soul j this curious house of 
 
 clay 246 
 
 My soul is beset - - - - 286 
 My soul is sad and much dis- 
 
 may'd 297 
 
 Nay, I cannot let thee go - 24 
 Ko strength of nature can suf- 
 fice 340 
 
 No words can declare - - - 264 
 Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze S69 
 Now, gracious Lord, thine- 
 
 arm reveal - - - - 176 
 
 Now let us join with hearts 
 
 and tongues - - - 209 
 Now may fervent pray'r arise 178 
 Now may the Lord reveal his 
 
 face ------ 363 
 
 Now, Lord, inspire the preach- 
 er's heart - - - - 367 
 
 Now may He who from the 
 
 dead ------ 371 
 
 Of all the gifts thine hand be- 
 stows ------ 38 
 
 Often thy public means of 
 
 grace ---.-- 369 
 Oft as the bell, with solemn toll245 
 Oft as the leper's case I read 102 
 Oft in vain the voice of truth 175 
 O God, whose favourable eye 547 
 David's Son, and David's 
 
 Lord - 189 
 
 O Lord, our languid souls in- 
 spire -. • 214 
 
 O Lord, how vile am I - - 284 
 O Lord, my best desire fulfil S06 
 
 thou at whose almighty 
 
 word 187 
 
 1 •.; ppy they "who know the 
 
 i ord 2-17 
 
 O speak that gracious word- 
 again - 331 
 
 Oh ! for a closer walk with God 15 
 Oh, may the pow'r which 
 
 melts the rock - - - 236 
 O how I love thy holy word - 294 
 Once a woman silent stood - 120 
 Once on a time a paper kite - 375 
 Once perishing in blood I lay 89 
 Once, while we aim'd at Zi- 
 
 on's songs - . - - 219 
 On man, in his own image madel3 
 On the sameflow'r we often see263 
 One awful word which Jesus 
 
 spoke 119 
 
 One glance of thine, eternal 
 
 Lord 320 
 
 One there is, above all others 71 
 Oppi-ess'd with unbelief and 
 
 sins - - 155 
 
 Our Lord, who knows full well 129 
 Pensive,doubting, fearful heart 82 
 Physician of my sin-sick soul 103 
 Pleasing spring again is here 202 
 Poor Esau repented too late 21 
 Poor sinners ! little do they 
 
 think 93 
 
 Poor, weak, and worthless, 
 
 though I am - - - - 46 
 Pray'r an answer will obtain 108 
 Preachers may, from Eze- 
 
 kiel's case - - - - 1 83 
 Precious Bible! what a treasure234 
 Prepare a thankful song - - 364 
 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart343 
 Refreshed by the bread and 
 
 wine 230 
 
 Rejoice, believer, in the Lord 361 
 Remember us, we pray thee, 
 
 Lord 368 
 
 Return to bless mywaiting eyes308 
 Safely through another week 210 
 Salvation! what a glorious plan362 
 Sav'd by blood, I live to tell 332 
 Saviour,shine and cheer my soul62 
 Saviour, visit thy plantation 222 
 See Aaron, God's anointed 
 
 priest 33 
 
 See! another year is gone - 171 
 See how rude winter's icy handl99 
 See ! the corn again in ear - 206 
 Sec the gloomy gath'ringcloud238 
 See, the world for youth pre- 
 pares 271 
 
 Shall men pretend to pleasure 277 
 Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, 
 
 and smell - - - - 522 
 
Table to First Lines oj tU Olney Hynms. 
 
 Simon, be wai'e ! the Saviour 
 
 said 132 
 
 Sin, when view'd by Scrip- 
 ture light 353 
 
 Sinner, art thou still secure 279 
 Sinners, hear the Saviour's call280 
 Sin enslav'd me many years 341 
 Sin has undone our wretched 
 
 race 180 
 
 Some author, (no great mat- 
 ter who,) ... - 376 
 Sometimes a light surprises 327 
 Son of God, thy people's shield 95 
 Sov'reign grace has pow'r 
 
 alone - 134 
 
 Stop, poor sinner, stop and 
 
 think 276 
 
 Strange and mysterious is my 
 
 life 156 
 
 Supported by the word - - 92 
 Sweet was the time when first 
 
 I felt - 61 
 
 Sweeter sounds than music 
 
 knows 207 
 
 Ten thousand talents once I 
 
 ow'd ------ 345 
 
 That was a wonder-working 
 
 word 252 
 
 That man no guard or wea- 
 pon needs - - - - 66 
 The church a garden is - - 126 
 The God who once to Israel- 
 spoke 185 
 
 The grass, and flow'rs which 
 
 clothe the field - - - 205 
 The Lord, our salvation and 
 
 light 211 
 
 The Spirit breathes upon the 
 
 word 233 
 
 The gath'ring clouds, with as- 
 pect dark 235 
 
 The book of nature open lies 253 
 The moon in silver gloryshone 257 
 The moon has buta borrow'd 
 
 light 258 
 
 The ice and snow we latelysaw266 
 The subtle spider often weaves 264 
 The Saviour calls his people 
 
 sheep --.-._ 262 
 The water stood like walls of 
 
 brass - 269 
 
 The billows swell, the winds 
 
 are high 295 
 
 The Saviour hides his face ! - 301 
 The new-born child of gos- 
 pel grace .... 346 
 The Lord receives his highest 
 
 praise .349 
 
 399 
 
 Page 
 
 The wishes that the slug- 
 gard frames - - - - 355 
 The saints Immanuel's por- 
 tion are ----- 371 
 The peace which God alone 
 
 reveals ----- 372 
 The Father we adore - - - 373 
 The castle of the human heart 123 
 The evils that beset our path 73 
 The kine unguided went - - 42 
 The Lord will happiness divine 84 
 
 The Lord proclaims his 
 
 grace abroad - - - 90 
 
 The lion that on Samson roar'd 39 
 
 The manna, favour'd Israel's 
 
 meat - 30 
 
 The message first to Smyrna 
 
 sent 164 
 
 The prophets' sons, in times 
 
 of old 57 
 
 The Saviour! what a noble 
 
 flame 226 
 
 The saints should never be 
 
 dismay 'd 18 
 
 The Shunamite, oppress'd- 
 
 with grief 181 
 
 The signs which God to Gi- 
 
 beon gave .... 58 
 
 The word of Christ, our Lord 159 
 
 There is a fountain fill'd with 
 
 blood 98 
 
 This is the feast of heav'nly 
 
 wine ------ 224 
 
 Though Jericho pleasantly 
 
 stood 54 
 
 Though in the outward church 
 
 below 106 
 
 Tho' cloudy skies, and nor- 
 thern blasts - - - - 200 
 
 Though troubles assail - - 19 
 
 Though the morn may be se- 
 rene 203 
 
 Though small the drops of 
 
 failing rain - - - - 260 
 
 Though sore beset with guilt 
 
 and fear ----- 309 
 
 Thus saith theLord to Ephesusl 63 
 
 Thus saith the Holy One and 
 
 True 165 
 
 Thy mansion is the Christ- 
 ian's heart - - - - 118 
 
 Thy message, by the preach 
 
 er, seal 196 
 
 Thy promise, Lord, and thy 
 
 command - - - - 367 
 
 Time, with an unweary'dhandl7Q 
 
 Time, by moments, steals away 172 
 
 'Tis a point I long to know - 143 
 
400 Table of First Lines to the Olney Hym is. 
 
 'Tis my happiness below - -293 
 *Tis past, — the dreadful stor- 
 my night ----- 297 
 To keep the lamp alive - - 551 
 To tell the Saviour all my 
 
 wants 326 
 
 To thee our wants are known 372 
 To those who know the Lord, 
 
 I speak 290 
 
 Too many, Lord, abuse thy 
 
 grace '- 350 
 
 Unbelief the soul dismays - 318 
 Uncertain how the way to find 312 
 Unless the Lord had been my 
 
 stay '- 299 
 
 Wearied by day with toils 
 
 and cares 241 
 
 We seek a rest beyond the skies370 
 What a mournful life is mine 69 
 What contradictions meet - 195 
 What thousands never knew 
 
 the'road! ... - 350 
 What think you of Christ? is 
 
 the test 109 
 
 What various hindrances we 
 
 meet 231 
 
 When Adam fell he quickly lostl4 
 When first to make my heart 
 
 his own 41 
 
 When first my soul enlisted 43 
 When Hannah pressYi ■with 
 
 grief ------ 40 
 
 When Jesus claims the sin- 
 ner's heart - - - - 104 
 
 When Joseph his brethren 
 
 beheld ------ 26 
 
 When Israel, by divine com- 
 mand ;" - - - - - 229 
 
 When Israel's tribes were 
 
 parch'd with thirst - 154 
 When Israel heard the fiery law32 
 When Israel was from Egypt 
 
 freed ------ .67 
 
 When Joshua, by God's com- 
 mand 36 
 
 When Peter boasted, soon he 
 
 fell 112 
 
 When sinners utter boasting 
 
 Is - - - - - - 99 
 
 When the disciples cross'tlthc 
 
 lake 116 ! 
 
 When the apostle wonders 
 
 wrought 149 
 
 When descending from the skyllb 
 
 When any turn from Zion's 
 
 way 140 
 
 When the belov'd disciple tookl67 
 
 When Peter through the te- 
 dious night - - - - 179 
 
 When Moses wav'd his mystic 
 
 rod 184 
 
 When Paul was parted from 
 
 his friends - - - - 197 
 
 When on the cross my Lord 
 
 I see ---"--. 225 
 
 When the sun, with cheer- 
 ful beams 254 
 
 When a black o'erspreading 
 
 cloud 255 
 
 When slumber seals our 
 
 weary eves - - - - 270 
 
 When darkness long has veil'd 
 
 my mind - - - - 300 
 
 When my pray'rs are a bur- 
 den and task - - - 302 
 
 When my Saviour, my Shep- 
 herd, is near - - - 307 
 
 When the poor pris'ner thro' 
 
 a grate 311 
 
 When the wounded spirit hears334 
 
 When Hagar found the bottle 
 
 spent 336 
 
 While with ceaseless course 
 
 the sun 169 
 
 Whtte Joshua led the armed 
 
 bands 237 
 
 While I liv'd without the Lord 333 
 
 Why should I fear the dark- 
 est hour 325 
 
 With Satan, my accuser near 96 
 
 Winter has a joy for me - - SCO 
 
 With Israel's Cod who can 
 
 compare 370 
 
 Write to Sardis, saith the Lord 165 
 
 Ye saints en earth, ascribe 
 
 with heav'n's high host 374 
 
 Ye sons of earth prepare the 
 
 plough - - -' - - 105 
 
 Yes! since God himself has 
 
 said it 330 
 
 Zacchcns climb'd die tree - 130 
 
 Zeal is that pure and heav'niy 
 
 flame 348 
 
 Zion ! the city of onr God - 193 
 
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