L. H Y M N S AND Sacred POEMS. B Y y M.A. Fellow of Lincoln College, OXFORD. AND CHARLES WES LET, M.A. Student of Chriji -Church, OXFORD. Let tie Word of CHRIST dwell in You richly in all Wlfdotn, teaching and admonijhing one another, i Pfalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs, finging we are accepted) is the * iv The PREFACE. Rigbteottfnefs and the Death of CHRIST, in; bo fulfilled GOD\s La-i'j, and died in our Stead. And e-ven the Condition of it, is fiat (as they fuppofej our Holinefi either of Heart or Life: But our FAITH ALONE ; ' Faith contradijlinguijh' 1 d from Holinefs as ivell as from Good Works. Other Foundation therefore can 110 Men lay, 'without being an A&oerjary to CHRIST find his Gofpel, than FAITH ALONE, Faith, though nfceffarily producing both, yet not including either Got-d Works, or Holinefs. 3. But fuppojing them to have laid the Foundation right, the Manner of building thereon which they f.d-i'ife, is quite oppojite to that prefcribed by CHRIST. - He commands to build up one another. They ad- vi/e, " To the Defert, to the Dcfert, and GOD " will build you up." Numberlefs are the Com- jnendations that occur in all their Writings, nt of Retirement intennix' d -i>:ith Con t verfatio?i, but ofaji i nt ire SecJuJion from Men, (perhaps for Months or Tears} in order to purify the Soul. Whereas, ac- tsrding to the Judgment of our Lord, and the Wrr- ' tings ofhisApoftles, it is only when e we are knit to- gether, that we have Nourifhment from Him, and increafe with the Increafe of GOD. Neither is there any time, ivben the weakeft Member can fay to the ftrongeji, or the ftrongeft to the weakeft, " I *' have no Need of Thee." Accordingly our Blcfled Lord, ivhen his Difdples were in their nveakejl State, fent them forth, not alone, but Two by T'wo. When they ^jtjere Jlrengthen 1 d a little, not by Solitude, but by abiding nvith him and one another, he commanded them to wait, not fcparate but being affembled together, for the Promiie of the Father. And they were all with one Accord in one Place, when thty received the Gift of the Holy Ghvft , Exprefs mention is made in the fame Chapter, that when there were added unto them Three Thoufand Souls, all that believed were to- gether, and continued iledfaftly net only in the A- poftles The PREFACE. v poftles Doctrine but alfo in Fellowfhip and in. breaking of Bread and in praying with one Accord. Agreeable to which is the Account the Great Apojtle gives of the Manner- which he had bssn taught of GOD, for the perfecting of the Saints, for the edifying of the Body of CHRIST, even to the End of the World. And according to St. Paul, all who will ever come, in the Unity of the Faith, unto a perfect Man, unto the Meafure of the Stature of the Fulnefs of CHRIST, mitft together grow up into Him : From whom the whole Body fitly join'd together and compacted (or ftrengthnid} by that which every Joint fupplieth, according to the ef- fectual Working in the Meafure of every Part, maketh Increafe of the Body, unto the Edifying ofitfelfin Love. Ephefiar.s iv. 15, 16. 4. So widely dijlant is the Manner of Building up Souls in CHRIST taught by St. Paul, frum that taught by the Myjlicks! Nar do they differ as to the Foundation, or the Manner of Building thereon, more than they do with Regard to the- Super JlruZlure. For the Religion thefe Authors woifd edify-ut in, is Solitary Religion. If Thou wilt be Perfect, fay they, " trouble not thyfelf about Outward Works. It is " better to work Virtues in the Will. He hath at- " tained the True Refignation, who hath eftranged 41 kimfelfffom all Outward Works, that GOD " may work inwardly in mm,- without any turning '* to Outward Things. Thefe are the true War - "Jhippers, who worjhip GOD, in Spirit and in ' Truth.'''' For Contemplation' is with them, the fulfilling of the Law, even a Contemplation that " conjijh in a Ce/ation from all Works" 5. Directly oppojite to this is the Gofpel of CHRIST. Solitary Religion is not to be found there. " Holy Solitaries'' 1 is a Phrafe no more confifttnt with the Gofpel than Holy Adulterers. The Gofpel /"CHRIST knows of no Religion, but Social; n Holimfi but Social Holinefs. Faith working by Love, is the Length and Breadth and Depth and Heighth ofCbriJiian Perfection, This Command- A 3 meat vi The PREFACE. ment have we from CHRIST, that he who love GOD, love his Brother alfo : And that -Have fill'd my Soul with great Defigns, While Practice grovel'd far behind : HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 7 *O what is Thought ! and wlrere withdraw The Glories which my Fancy faw ? 3 So many tender Joys and Woes Have on my quiv'ring Soul had Pow'r; Plain Life with heightening Paflions rofe, The Boaft or Burden of their Hour : O what is All we feel ! why fled Thofe Pains and Pleafures o'er my Head ? 4 So many human Souls Divine, Some at one Interview difplay'd, Some oft and freely mixt with mine, In lading Bonds my Heart have laid : O what is Friendfhip ! wr.y impreft On my weak, wretched, dying Breaft? 5 So many wond'rous Gleams of Light, And gentle Ardors from above, Have made me fit, like Seraph bright, Some Moments on a Throne of Love : O what is Virtue ! why had I, Who am fo low, a Tafle fo high ? 6 Ere long, when Sov'reign Wifdom wills, My Soul an unknown Path (hall tread, And itrangely leave, who ftrangely fills This Frame, and waft me to the Dead ; O what is Death?- 'tis Life's laft Shore, Where Vanities are vain no more ; Where all Purfuits their Goal obtain, And Life is all retouch'd again ; Where in their bright Refult (hall rife Thoughts, Virtues, Friendships, Griefs and Joys. B EPI- 8 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. EPITAPH. AS K not, who ended here his Span ? His Name, Reproach and Praife, was Man. Did no great Deeds adorn his Courfe ? No Deed of His, but fhew'd him worfe : One Thing was great, which GODfupply'd, He fuffer'd Human Life and Dy'd. What Points of Knowledge did he gain ? That Life was facred all and Vain : Sacred how high, and vain how low"? He knew not here, but dy'd to know. V I R ? U E. Altered from HERBERT. WEET Day, fo cool, fo calm, fo bright, The Bridal of the Earth and Sky : The Dew mail weep thy Fall to Night, For Thou with all thy Sweets muft die ! 2 Sweet Rofe, fo fragrant and fo brave, Dazling the ram Beholder's Eye : Thy Root is ever in its Grave, And Thou with all thy Sweets muft die ! 3 Sweet Spring, fo beauteous and fo gay, Storehoufe, where Sweets unnumber'd lie : Not long thy fading Glories ftay, But Thou with all thy Sweets muft die .' 4 Only a Sweet and Virtuous Mind, When Nature all in Ruins lies, When Earth and Heav'n a Period find, Begins a Life that never dies ! Upn HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Upon UJPning to the Vibrations of a Clock. INSTRUCTIVE Sound! I'm now convinc'd by Thee Time in its Womb may bear Infinity. How the pail Moment dies, and throbs no more T What Worlds of Parts compofe the rolling Hour ! The leaft of thefe a ferious Care demands ; Fortho 1 they're little, yet they're Golden Sands; By foine great Deeds diftinguifh'd all in Heav'n, For the fame End to me by Number given ! Ceafe, Man, to lavifh Sums thou ne'er haft told ! Angels, tho' Deathlefs, dare not be fo bold ! D O O M S D A T. From HERBERT. i U /"N OME to Judgment, come away ! ' \^j (Hark, J hear the Angel fay, Summoning the Dull to rife) 4< Hafle, refume, and lift your Eyes ; " Hear, ye Sons of Adam, hear, " Man, before thy GOD appear ! z Come to Judgment, come away ! This, the Laft, the Dreadful Day. Sov'reign Author, Judge of all, Duft obeys Thy quick'ning Call, Duft no other Voice will heed : Thine the Trump that wakes the Dead. 3 Come to Judgment, come away! Ling' ring Man no longer ftay ; B 2 Thee io HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Thee let Earth at length reftore, Pris'ner in her Womb no more j Burft the Barriers of the Tomb, Rife to meet thy inftant Doom ! Come to Judgment, come away f Wide difperft howe'er ye ftray, Loft in Fire, or Air, or Main, Kindred Atoms meet again ; Sepulchred where'er ye reft, Mix'd with Fim, or Bird, or Beaft. Come to Judgment, come away Help, O CHRIST, thy Works Decay Man is out of Order huri'd, Parcel 'd out to all the World ; LORD, thy broken Concert raife, And the Mufick fliall be Praife. SPIRITUAL SLUMBER. From the German. Thou, who all Things canft controul, Chafe thio dead Slumber from my Soul ;. With Joy and Fear, with Love and Awe Give me to keep thy perfect Law. 2 O may one Beam of Thy blefl Light Pierce thro', difpel the Shades of Night : Touch my cold Breail with heav'nly Fire, With holy, conq'ring Zeal infpire. 3 For Zeal I figh, for Zeal I pant ; Yet heavy i, my Soul and faint : Witli Steps unwr^y'ring, undifmay'd Give me in all thy Paths to tread. With HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, is 4 With out-ftretch'd Hands, and ftreaming Eyes Oft I begin to grafp the Prize ; I groan, I ftrive, I watch, I pray : But ah ! how foon it dies away ! 5 The deadly Slumber foon I feel Afreih upon my Spirit fleal : Rife, LORD; ilir up Thy quick'ning Pow'iy And wake me that I fleep no more. 6 Single of Heart O may I be, Nothing may I defire but Thee : Far, far from me the World remove, And all that holds me from Thy Love .' Z E A L. ^EAD as I am, and cold my Breaft, * Untouch'd by Thee, Celeftial Zeal, How mail I fmg th' unwonted Gueft ? How paint the Joys I cannot feel ? 2 AM me Thou, at whofe Command The Heart exuhs, from Earth fet free ? 'Tis Thine to raife the drooping Hand, Thine to confirm the feeble Knee. 3 'Tis Zeal muft end this inward Strife, Give to know That Warmth Divine ? Thro' all my Verfe, thro' all my Lite The Adive Principle mall mine. 4 Where fhall we find its high Abode ? To Heav'n the Sacred Ray afpirer, With ardent Love embraces GOD, Parent, and Objeft of its Fires. B 3 There 12. HYMNS and SACRED POEM?, 5 There its peculiar Influence known In Breafts Seraphic learns to glow ; Yet darted from th' Eternal Throne, It fheds a chearing Light below. 6 Thro' Earth diffus'd, the Aftive Flame Intenfely for GOD's Glory burns, And always mindful whence it came, To Heav'n in ev'ry Wifh returns. 7 Yet vain the fierce Enthufiaft's Aim With This to fanftify his Caufe ; To flcreen beneath this Awful Name The perfecuting Sword he draws. 8 In vain the mad Fanatick's Dreams To this myfterioufly pretend j On Fancy built, his airy Schemes Or flight the Means, or drop the End. 9 Where Zeal holds on its even Courfe, Blind Rage, and Bigotry retires ; Knowledge affifts, not checks its Force, And Prudence guides, not damps its Fires.. 10 Refiftlefs then it wins its Way ; Yet deigns in humble Hearts to dwell : The Humble Hearts confefs its Sway, And pleas'd the ilrange Expansion feeL 1 l Superiour far to mortal Things, In grateful Extafy they own, (Such antedated Heav'n it brings) That Zeal and Happinefs are one. 1 2 Now vary'd Deaths their Terrors Ipread, Now threat'ning Thoufands rage In vain ! Nor Tortures can arreft its Speed, Nor Worlds its Energy reflrain. 13 That HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 13 T3 That Energy, which quefls the Strong, Which cloaths with Strength the abject Weak, Loofes the ilamm'ring Infant's Tongue, . And bids the Sons of Thunder fpeak. *4 While Zeal its heav'nly Influence fheds, What Light o'er Mofes* Vifage plays f ' It wings th' immortal Prophet's Steeds, And brightens fervent Stephen' 1 ?, Face. 1 5 Come then, bright Flame, my Breaft infpire i To me, to me be Thou but giv'n, Like them I'll mount my Car of Fire, Or view from Earth an op'ning Heav'n. 16 Come then, if mighty to redeem, CHRIST purchas'd thee with Blood Divine : Come, Holy Zeal ! for Thou thro' Him, JESUS Himfelf thro' Thee is Mine ! On Reading MonJ*. de Renty's Life. WE deem the Saints, from mortal Flefiv releas'd, With brighter Day, and bolder Raptures blefl : Senfe now no more precludes the diltant Thought, And naked Souls now feel the GOD they fought, But thy great Soul, which walk'd with GOD on Earth Can fcarce be nearer by that fecond Birth : By Change of Place dull Bodies may improve, But Spirits to their Blifs advance by Love. Thy Change infenfible brought no Surprize, Inur'd to Innocence and Paradife: For Earth, not Heav'n,. thou thro' a GlafsT didft view, / The Glafs was Love ; and Love no Evil knew,. I But in all Places only Heav'n did ihew. J Can'ft 14 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Can'ft Thou love more, when from a Body freed, Which fo much Life, fo little had of Need ? So pure, it feem'd for This alone defign'd, To ufher forth the Virtues of the Mind ! From Nature's Chain, from Earthly Drofs fet free, One only Appetite remain'd in Thee : That Appetite ic mourn'd but once deny'd, For when it ceas'd from ferving GOD, it dy'd. FA R E w E L to the Wo R L D, From the French. 1 T T 7" O R L B adieu, Thou real Cheat ! VV Oft have thy deceitful Charms FilTd my Heart with fond Conceit, Foolifh Hopes and falfe Alarms ; Now I fee as clear as Day, How thy Follies pafs away. 2 Vain thy entertaining Sights, Falfe thy Promifes renew'd, All the Pomp of thy Delights Does but flatter and delude: Thee I quit for Heav'n above, Objeft of the nobleft Love. 3 Farewel Honour's empty Pride ! Thy own nice, uncertain Gull, If the leaft Mifchance betide, Lays thee lower than the Duft : Worldly Honours end in Gall, Rife to Day, to Morrow fall. Fooliii HYMNS and SACRET> POEMS. 15 4, poolifh Vanity farewel, More inconftant than the Wave J Where thy foothing Fancies dwell, . Pureft Tempers they deprave : He, to whom I fly, from Thee JESUS CHRIST mall fet me free. 5 Never mail my wand'ring Mind . Follow after fleeting Toys, Since in GOD alone I find Solid and fubftantial Joys : Joys that never overpaft, Thro' Eternity mail laft. 6 LORD, how happy is a Heart After Thee while it afpires ?- True and faithful as Thou art, Thou fhalt anfwer its Defires : It mall fee the glorious Scene Of Thine Everlafting Reign.. GIDDINESS. From HERBERT. 1 /"\ WHAT a Thing is Man ! from Reft V J How widely diftant, and from Pow'r ! Some, twenty {ev'ral Men at leaft He feems, he is, each fev'ral Hour. 2 Heav'n his fols Treafure now he loves ; But let a tempting Thought creep in, His Coward Soul he foon reproves, That ftarts t'admit a pleafing Sin. 3 Eager he rufhes now to War; Inglorious now diflblves in Eafe ; Wealth now engrofles all his Care ; . And laviih now he fcorns Increafs, . ihth) She only Fain, yet Unawaken'd found, While all th'enthralPd Creation groans around. C Know ao HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Know ye not that the friend/hip of the World is Enmity with GOD. JAMES iv. 4. 6 T T 7HE RE has my flumb'ring Spirit been, V V So late emerging into Light ? So imperceptible, within, The Weight of this Egyptian Night! 2 Where have they hid the WORLD fo long, So late prefented to my View ? Wretch ! tho' myfelf encreas'd the Throng, Myfelf a Part I never knew. 5 Secure beneath its Shade I fat, To me were all its Favours fhown : J could not talle its Scorn or Hate i Alas, it ever lov'd its Own ! 4. JESUS, if half difcerning now, From Thee I gain this glimm'ring Light, Retouch my Eyes, anoint them Thou, And grant me to receive my Sight. 5 O may I of Thy Grace obtain The World with other Eyes to fee : Its Judgments falfe, its Pleafures vain, Its Friendfhip Enmity with Thee. 6 Delufive World, thy Hour is paft, The Folly of thy Wifdom mew! Jt cannot now retard my Hafte, I leave thee for the Holy Few. ~ No I Thou blind Leader of the Blind, I bow my Neck to Thee no more ; I caft thy Glories all behind, And flight thy Smiles, and dare thy Pow'r. 8 Ex- HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 21 8 Excluded from my SAVIOUR'S Pray'r, Stain'd, yet not hallow'd, with His Blood, Shalt Thou my fond Affeftion fhare, Shalt Thou divide my Heart with GOD ? 9 No ! Tho 1 it rouze thy utmofl Rage, Eternal Enmity I vow : Tho' Hell with thine its Pow'rs engage, Prepar'd I meet your Onfet now. 10 Load me with Scorn, Reproach and Shame j. My patient Matter's Portion give : As Evil ftill caft out my Name, Nor fuffer fuch a Wretch to live. u Set to thy Seal that I am His ; Vile as my LORD I long to be : My Hope, my Crown, my Glory this, Dying to conquer Sin, and Thee ! HYMN to CONTEMPT. 1 TT7ELCOME, Contempt! Stern, faithful Guide V V Unpleafmg, healthful Food I Hail pride-fprung Antidote of Pride,. Hail Evil turn'd to Good ! 2 Thee when with awful Pomp array'd Ill-judging Mortals fee, Perverfe they fly with coward Speed, To Guilt they fly from Thee. 3 Yet if one haply longing ftands To choofe a Nobler Part, Ardent from Sin's enfnaring Bands To vindicate his Heart : C 2 4. Prefent 2.2 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 4 Prefent to end the doubtful Strife, Thy Aid he foon fhall feel ; Confinn'd by Thee, tho' warm in Life, Bid the vain World farewel. 5 Thro' Thee he treads the ftiining Way That Saints and Martyrs trod, Shakes off the Frailty of his Clay, And wings his Soul for GOD. 6 His Portion Thou, he burns no more, With fond Defire to pleafe ; The fierce, diftracling Conflict's o'er, And all his Thoughts are Peace. 7 Sent by Almighty Pity down, To Thee alone 'tis giv'n With glorious Infamy to crown The Favourites of Heav'n. 8 -With Thee Heav'n's Fav'rite Son, when made . Incarnate, deign'd t'abide ; To Thee He meekly bow'd his Head, He bow'd His Head, and dy'd. 9 And {hall I fUll the Cup decline, His Suff 'rings difefteem, Difdain to make this Portion mine When fanftify'd by Him \ 10 Or firm thro' Him and undifmay'd, Thy fharpeft Darts abide ? Sharp as the Thorns that tore His He?.d, The Spear that pierc'd His Side. 1 1 Yes fmce with Thee my Lot is call, I blefs my GOD's Decree, Embrace with Joy what He embrac'd, And live and die with Thee ! 12 So HYMNS and SACRED POF.MS. 12 So when before th' AngelkHoft To each his Lot is giv'n,- Thy Name ihall be in Glory loft, And Mine be found in Heav'n ! GRACE before MEAT. OuN IAIN of Being, Source of Good? At whofe Almighty Breath The Creature proves our Bane or Food, Diipenfmg Life or Death : 2 Thee we addrefs with humble Fear, Vouchfafe Thy Gifts to crown ; Father of All, Thy Children hear, And fend a Bleffing down. 3 O may our Souls for ever pine Thy Grace to tafte and fee j Athirft for Righteoufnefs Divine, And hungry after Thee ! 4 For this we lift our longing Eyes,. > We wait the Gracious Word ; Speak and our Hearts from Earth fhall rife,. And feed upon the LORD. Another. NSLAV'D to Senfe, to Plcafure prone, I ond of Created Good ; Father, our Helpiemefs we own, And trembling taitc our Food. z Trembling we tafte : for ah ! no more To Thee the Creatures lead; Chang' d they exert a Fatal POWT, And poifon while they feed. C 3 3 Cera ?.| HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 3 Curft for the Sake of wretched Man, They now engrofs Him whole, With pleafing Force on Earth detain, And fenfualize His Soul. 4 Grov'h'ng on Earth we ftill muft lie, 'Till CHRIST the C-irfe repeal ; 'Till CHRIST defcending from on high Infected Nature heal. 5 Come then, our Heav'nly Adam, come! Thy healing Influence give ; Hallow our Food, reverfe our Doom, And bid us eat and live. 6 The Bondage of Corruption break .' For this our Spirits groan ; Thy only Will we fain would feek ; O fave us from our own. 7 Turn the full Stream of Nature's Tide : Let all our Actions tend To Thee their Source ; Thy Love the Guide, Thy Glory be the End. 8 Earth then a Scale to Heav'n mail be, Senfe fhall point out the Road ; The Creatures all fhall lead to Thee, And all we tafte be GOD ! GRACE after MEAT. BE ING of Beings, GOD of Love, To Thee our Hearts we raife ; Thy all-fuftaining Pow'r we prove, And gladly fing Thy Praife. 2 Thine, HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 2.5 z Thine, wholly Thine we pant to be, Our Sacrifice receive ; Made, and preferv'd, and fav'd by Thee, To Thee Ourfelves we give. 3 Heav'nward our ev'ry Wifh afpires: For all Thy Mercy's Store The fole Return Thy Love requires, Is that we afk for more. 4 For more we afk, we open then Our Hearts t'embrace Thy Will : Turn and beget us, LORD, again, With all Thy Fulnefsfill! 5 Come, Holy Ghoft, the SAVIOUR'S Love Shed in our Hearts abroad ; So mall we ever live and move, And Be, with CHRIST, in GOD. On Clemens Alexandrinus'.? Defcrip- ticn of a P erf eft Chriftian. * T TERE from afar the finim'd Height JTl Of Holinefs is feen : But O, what heavy Trafts of Toil, What Deferts lie between ? 2 Man for the Simple Life Divine What will it colt to break ; Ere Pleafure foft and willy Pride No more within him fpeak ? 3 What lingering Anguim muft corrode The Root of Nature's Joy ? What fecret Shame and dire Defeats The Pride of Heart deftroy?. A. Learn Z 6 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, 4 Learn Thou the whole of Mortal State In Stilnefs to fuftain ; Nor footh with falie Delights of Earth Whom GOD hath doom'd to Pain. 5 Thy Mind now Multitude of Thoughts,. Now Stupor mall diftrefs ; The Venom of each latent Vice Wild Images imprefs. 6 Yet darkly fafe with GOD thy Sou! His Arm ftill onwatd bears, 'Till thro' each Tempeft on her Face A Peace beneath appears. 7 'Tis in that Peace we fee and aft By Inftin&s from above ; With finer Tafte of Wifdom fraught, And myftick Pow'rs of Love. 8 Yet afk not in mere Eafe and Pomp Of Ghoftly Gifts to mine: 'Till Death the Lowneffes of Man, And Pitying Griefs are Thine. the C O L L A R. From HERBERT. more, I cry'd, lhall Grief be mine ; , I will throw off the Load ; No longer weep, and figh, and pine To find an abfent GOD. 2 Free as the Muie, mv WJfhes move, Thro' Nature's Wilds they roam : Loofe as the Wind, ye Wand'rers rove, And bring me Pleafares home .' * Stilt HYMNS ar.d SACRED POEMS. 27 3 Still {hall I urge with endlefs Toil, Yet not obtain my Suit ? Still {hall I plant th' ungrateful Soil, Yet never tafte the Fruit? 4 Not fo, my Heart ! for Fruit there is, Seize it with eager Hafte ; Riot in Joys, diflblve in Blifs, And pamper ev'ry Tafte. 5 On Right and Wrong thy Thoughts no more In cold Difpute employ ; Forfake thy Cell, the Bounds pafs o'er, And give a Loofe to Joy. 6 Confcience and Reafon's Pow'r deride, Let ftronger Nature draw, Self be thy End, and Senfe thy Guide, And Appetite thy Law. 7 Away, ye Shades, while light I rife, I tread you all beneath ! Grafp the dear Hours my Youth fupplies, Nor idly dream of Death. 8 Whoe'er enflav'd to Grief and Pain, Yet ftarts from Pleafure's Road, Still let him weep, and ftill complain, And fink beneath his Load 9 But as I rav'd, and grew more wild And fierce at ev'ry Word, Methought I heard One calling " Child ! " And I reply'd- " My LORD!" GRACE 2.3 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, M GRACE. From the fame. Y Stock lies dead, and no Increafe Does Thy Paft Gifts improve : O let Thy Graces without ceafe Drop gently from above,. 2 If ffill the Sun mould hide His Face, Earth would a Dungeon prove, Thy Works Night's Captives : O let Grace Drop gently from above. 3 The Dew unfought each Morning falls,. Lefs bounteous is Thy Dove ? : The Dew for which my Spirit calls Drop gently from above. 4 Death is ftill digging like a Mole My Gjave, where'er I move ; Let Grace work too, and on my Soul Drop gently from above. 5 Sin is ftill fpreading o'er my Heart A Hardnefs void of Love j Let fuppling Grace, to crofs her Art, Drop gently from above. 6 O come; for Thou doft know the WayT Or if Thou wilt not move, Tranflate me, where I need not fay Drop gently from above. GRATE- HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 2$ GRATEFULNESS. From the fams. I ^ i^Ho u, who haft giv'n fo much to me, JL O give a grateful Heart : See how Thy Beggar works on Thee By acceptable Art ! -2 He makes thy Gifts occafion more ; And fays, if here he's croft, All Thou haft giv'n him heretofore, Thyfelf, and All is loft. 3 But Thou didft reckon, when at firft Our Wants Thy Aid did crave, What it would come to at the worft Such needy Worms to fave. 4 Perpetual Knockings at Thy Door, Tears fullying all Thy Rooms ; Gift upon Gift; much would have more, And ftill Thy Suppliant comes. 5 Yet Thy umveary'd Love went on j Allow' d us all our Noife ; Nay Thou haft dignify'd a Groan, And made a Sigh Thy. Joys. 6 Wherefore I cry, and cry again, Nor canft Thou quiet be, 'Till my repeated Suit obtain A Thankful Heart from Thee. 7 Hear then, and Thankfulnefs impart Continual as Thy Grace ; O add to all Thy Gifts a Heart Whofe Pulfe may beat Thy Praifel 30 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, The F L O W E R. From the fame. 1 X T 7HiLE fad my Heart, and blafted mourns, VV How chearing, LORD, are Thy Returns, How fweet the Life, the Joys they bring ! Grief in Thy Prefence melts away : Refrefh'd I hail the gladfomc Day, As Flow'rs falute the rifmg Spring. 2 Who would have thought my withered Heart Again mould feel Thy fov'reign Art, A kindly Warmth again mould know ? Late like the Flow'r, whofe drooping Head Sinks down, and feeks its native Bed To fee the Mother-Root below. 3 Thefe are Thy Wonders, LORD of Pow'r, Killing and Quick' ning ! One fhort Hour Lifts up to Heav'n, and finks to Hell i Thy Will fupreme difpofes All ; We prove Thy Juflice in our Fall, Thy Mercy in our Rife we feel. 4 O that my Lateft Change were o'er ! were I plac'd where Sin no more With its Attendant Grief, could come ? Stranger to Change, I then mould rile Amidft the Plants of Paradife, And flourilh in Eternal Bloom. 5 Many a Spring fmce here I grew, 1 feem'd my Verdure to renew, And higher frill to rife and higher : Water 1 d by Tears, and fau'd by Sighs, I pour'd my Fragrance thro 1 the Skies, And heavenward ever feem'd t'afpire. c But HYMNS and SA.CRED POEMS. 6 But while I grow, as Heav'n were mine, Thine Anger comes, and I decline ; Faded my Bloom, my Glory loft : Who can the deadly Cold fultain, Or ftand beneath the chilling Pain When blaffed by Thine Anger's Froft ? 7 And now in Age I bud again, Once more I feel the Vernal Rain, Tho' dead fo oft, I live, and write : Sure I but dream ! It cannot be That I, my GOD, that I am He On whom Thy Tempefts fell all Night \ 3 Thefe are Thy Wonders, LORD of Love, Thy Mercy thus delights to prove We are but Flow'rs that bloom and die ! Soon as This faving Truth we fee, Within Thy Garden plac'd by Thee, Time we furvive, and Death defy. B i rr E R - s w E E From the fame, AH my dear, angry LORD, Since Thou doft love, yet ftrike, Caft down, and yet Thy Help afford, Sure I will do the like. I will complain, yet praife, Bewail, and yet approve, And all my mournful, joyful Days I will lament, and love. D HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. A MIDNIGHT-HYMN for one un- der the Law. HiLE Midnight Shades the Earth o'erfpread, V V And veil the Bofom of the Deep, Nature reclines her weary Head, And Care refpires, and Sorrows fleep : My Soul ftill aims at Nobler Reft, Alpiring to her Saviour's Breaft, 2 Aid me, ye hov'ring Spirits near, Angels and Miniilers of Grace : Who ever, while you guard us here, Behold your Heav'nly Father's Face ! Gently my raptur'd Soul convey To Regions of Eternal Day. 3 Fain would I leave this Earth below, Of Pain and Sin the dark Abode ; Where fhadowy Joy, or folid Woe Allures, or tears me from my GOD : Doubtful, and infecure of Blifs, Since Death alone confirms me His. 4 'Till then, to Sorrow born I figh, And gafp, and languifh after Home; Upward I fend my {beaming Eye, Expecting 'till the Bridegroom come : Come quickly, LORD ! Thy own receive, Now let me fee Thy Face, and live, 5 Abfent from Thee, my exil'd Soul Deep in a Flefhly Dungeon groans ; Around me Clouds of Darknefs roll, And lab'rtng Silence fpeaks my Moans : Come quickly, LORD! Thy Face difplay, And look my Midnight into Day. 6 Error HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 53 6 Error and Sin, and Death are o'er, If Thou reverie the Creature's Doom, Sad Rachel weeps her Lofs no more, If Thou the GOD, the Saviour come : Of Thee pofleft, in Thee we prove The Light, the Life, the Heav'n of Love. After conpdering fome of his Friends , * T T 7H Y do the Deeds of happier Men VV Into a Mind return, Which can, oppreft by Bands of Sloth, With no fuch Ardors burn ? 2 GOD of my Life and all my Pow'rs, The Everlafting Friend ! Shall Life, fo favour'd in its Dawn, Be fruidefs in its End ? 2 To Thee, O LORD, my tender Years A trembling Duty paid, With Glimpfes of the mighty GOD Delighted and afraid. 4 From Parent's Eye, and Paths of Men, Thy Touch I ran to meet ; It fwell'd the Hymn, and feal'd the Pray'r, 'Twas calm, and ftrange, and fweet ! 5 Oft when beneath the Work of Sin Trembling and dark I flood, And felt the Edge of eager Thought, And felt the kindling Blood : 6 Thy Dew came down my Heart was Thine, It knew nor Doubt nor Strife ; Cool now, and peaceful as the Grave, And ftrong to Second Life. D z 7 Full 34 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, 7 Fullofmyfelfloftforfook The Now, the Truth, and Thee, For fanguine Hope, or fenfual Guft, Or earth-born Sophiftry : 8 The Folly thrived, and came in Sight Too grofs for Life to bear ; I fmote the Breaft for Man too bafe, J finote and GOD was there ! 9 Still will I hope for Voice and Strength To glorify thy Name ; Tho' I muft die to all that's Mine, And fuffer All my Shame. RELIGIOUS DISCOURSE. TO fpeak for GOD, to found Religion's Praife, Of facred Paflions the wife Warmth to r-aife ; T'infufe the Contrite Wilh to Conqueft nigh, And point the Steps myfterious as they lie ; To feize the Wretch in full Career of Luft, And footh the filent Sorrows of the Juft : Who would not blefs for this the Gift of Speech,, And in the Tongue's Beneficence be rich ? But who muft talk ? Not the mere modem Sage, Who fuits the foften'd Gofpel to the Age ; Who ne'er to raife degen'rate Practice ftrive*, But brings the Precept down to Chriftian Lives. Not He, who Maxims from cold Reading took, And never faw Himfelf but thro' a Book : Not He,, who Hafty in the Morn of Grace, Soon finks extinguilh'd as a Comet's Blaze. Not He, who ftrains in Scripture phrafe t'abound,. Deaf to the Senfe, who ituns us with the Sound : But He, who Silence loves j and never dealt In the falfe Commerce of a Truth Unfelt, Guilty HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 3; Guilty you fpeak, if fubtle from within Blows on your Words the Self-admiring Sin : If unrefolv'd to choofe the Better Part, Your forward Tongue belies your languid Heart : But then fpeak fafely, when your peaceful Mind Above Self-feeking bleft, on GOD reclin'd > Feels Him at once fuggeft unlabour'd Senfe, And ope a Sluce of fweet Benevolence. Some high Behcfts of Heav'n you then fulfil, Sprung from His Light your Words, and ifluing by His Will,, Nor yet expecl: fo Myjlicalfy long, 'Till Certain Infpiration loofe your Tongue : Exprefs the Precept runs, " Do good to all ; " Nor adds, " Whene'er you find an inward Call.'* 'Tis GOD comm'ands : no farther Motive feek, Speak or without, or with Reluftance fpeak : To Love's Habitual Senfe by Afts afpire, And kindle, 'till you catch the Gofpei-Fire. Difcoveries immature of Truth decline, Nor proftitute the Gofpel Pearl to Swine. Beware, too ralhly how you fpeak the whole, The Vilenefs, or the Treafures of your Soul. If fpurn'd by fome, where weak on Earth you lie, If judg'd a Cheat or Dreamer, where you fly ; Here the Sublimer Strain, th'exerted Air Forego ; you're at the Bar, not in the Chair,. To the pert Reas'ner if you fpeak at allj- Speak what within his Cognizance may fall : Expofe not Truths Divine to Reafon's Rack, Give him his own belov'd Ideas back, Your Notions 'till they look like His, dilute ; Blind he muft be but fave him from Difpute ? But when we're turn'd of Reafon's noontide Glare,- And Things begin to {hew us what they are, D 3 More- 3* HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, More free to fuch your true Conceptions tellr Yet graft them on the Arts where they excel. If fprightly Sentiments detain their Tafte ; If Paths of various Learning they have trac'd ; If their cool Judgment longs, yet fears to fix : Fire, Erudition, Hefitation mix. All Rules are dead: 'tis from the Heart you draw The living Luftre, and unerring Law. A State of Thinking in your Manner (hew, Nor fiercely foaring, nor fupinely low : Others their Lightnefs and each inward Fault Quench in the Stilnefs of your deeper Thought. Let all your Geftures fixt Attention draw, And wide around diffufe infectious Awe ; Prefent with GOD by Recollection feem, Yet prefent, by your Chearfulnefs, with Them. Without Elation Chriilian Glories paint, Nor by fond am'rous Phrafe affume the Saint. Greet not frail Men with Compliments untrue ; With Smiles to Peace corsfirm'd and Conqueft due, There are who watch t'adore the Dawn of Grace, And pamper the young Profelyte with Praife : Kind, humble Souls ! They with a right good Will Admire His Progrefe 'till he ftands flock ftill. Speak but to Thirfty Minds of Things Divine, Who ftrong for Thought, are free in yours to join. The Bufy from his Channel parts with Pain, The Lanquid loaths an Elevated Strain : With thefe you aim but at good-natur'd Chat, Where all, except the Love, is low and flat. Not one Addrefs will diff'rent Tempers fit, The Grave and Gay, the Heavy and the Wit. W T its HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, Wits will fift you ; and moft Convi&ion find Where leaft 'tis urg'd, and feems the leaft defign'd. Slow Minds are merely paifive ; and forget Truths not inculcated : to thefe repeat, Avow your Counfel, nor abftain from Heat. a. I Some gentle Souls to gay IndifFrence true, Nor hope, nor fear, nor think the more for you : Let Love turn Babler here, and Caution fleep, Blum not for {hallow Speech, nor mufe for deep ; Thefe to your Humour, not your Senfe attend, 'Tis not th' Advice that fways them, but the Friend. Others have large Recedes in their Breafl: With penfive Procefs all they hear digeft : Here well- weigh 1 d Words with wary Forefi ght fow, For all you fay will fink, and ev'ry Seed will grow. At firft Acquaintance prefs each Truth fevere,. Stir the whole Odium of your Character: Let hariheft Do&rines all your Words engroft,. And Nature bleeding on the Daily Crofs. Then to yourfelf th'Afcetic Rule enjoin, To others ftoop furprizingly benign ; Pitying, if from Themfelves with Pain they part, If ftubborn Nature long holds out the Heart. Their Outworks now are gain'd ; forbear to prefs ; The more you urge them, you prevail the lefs ; Let Speech lay by its Roughnefs to oblige, Your fpeaking Life will carry on the Siege : By your Example ftruck, to GOD they ftrive To live, no longer to. Themfelves alive. To positive Adepts inftdious yield,. T'enfure the Conqueil, feem to quit the Field : Large in your Grants ; be their Opinion mown . Approve, amend- and wind it to your own. Couch 58 HYMNS and SACRED Couch in your Hints, if more refign'd they hear,. Both what they will be foon, and what they are: Pleafing Thefe Words now to their confcious Breaft> Th'anticipating Voice hereafter bleft. In Souls juft wak'd the Paths of Light to choofe, Convictions keen, and Zeal of Pray'r infufe. Let them love Rules; 'till freed from Paflion's Reign, 'Till blamelefs Moral Rectitude they gain. But left reform'd from each Extremer 111, They mould but Civilize old Nature Itill, The loftier Charms and Energy difplay Of Virtue model'd by the Godhead's Ray;: The Lineaments Divine, Perfection's Plan, And all the Grandeur of the Heavenly Man. . Commences thus the Agonizing Strife Previous to Nature's Death, and fecond Life : Struck by their own inclement piercing Eye, Their feeble Virtues blufli, fubfide, and die : They view the Scheme that mimick Nature made, A fancy' d Goddefs, and Religion's Shade ; With angry Scorn they now reject the whole, Unchang'd their Heart, undeify'd their Soul ; Till Indignation fleeps away to Faith, And GOD's own Pow'r and Peace take Root in fa- cred Wrath . Aim lefs to Teach than Love. The Work begun In Words, is crownM by artlefs Warmth alone. Love to your Friend a Second Office owes, Yourfelf and Him before Heav'ns Footftool throws'. You place his Form as Suppliant by your Side, (A helplefs Worm, for whom the Saviour dy'd) Into his Soul call down th'Etherial Beam, And longing afk to fpend, and to be fpent for Hini. M I S E R T. HYMNS and SACKED POEMS. M I S E R T. From the fame. i T O R D, let the Angels praife thy Name, J- 4 Man is a Feeble, Foolifh Thing! Folly and Sin play all his Game, Still burns his Houfe, He ftill doth fing : To-day he's here, To-morrow gone, The Madman knows it and fings on. - How canft Thou brook his Foolifhnefs ? When heedlefs of the Voice Divine, Himfelf alone he feeks to pleafe, And carnal Joys prefers to Thine ; Eager thro' Nature's Wilds to rove, Nor aw'd by Fear, nor charm'd by Love. 3 What flrange Pollutions does he wed, Slave to his Senfes and to Sin f Naked of GOD, his Guilty Head He ftrives in Midnight Shades to Screen : Fondly he hopes from Thee to fly, Unmark'd by Thine all-feeing Eye. 4 The beft of Men to Evil yield, If but the flighteft Trial come: They fa.ll, by Thee no more upheld : And when Affliction calls them home, Thy gentle Rod ttey fcarce endure, And murmur to accept their Cure. 5 Wayward they hafle, while Nature leads, T'efcape Thee; but thy gracious Dove Still mildly o'er their Folly fpreads The Wings of his expanded Love : Thou bring'ft them back, nor fuff'reft thofc Who Would be, to Remain Thy Foes. 6 40 HYMNS and SACRED POEM*. 6 My GOD, Thy Name Man cannot praife, All Brightnefs Thou, all Purity [ The Sun in his Meridian Blaze Is Darknefs, if compar'd to Thee. O how mall fmful Worms proclaim, Shall Man prefume to fpeak Thy Name? 7 Man cannot ferve Thee : All his Care Engrofs'd by grov'ling Appetite, Is fixt on Earth ; his Treafure there, His Portion, and his bafe Delight He ftarts from Virtue's thorny Road, Alive to Sin, but dead to GOD ! 8 Ah, foolifli Man, where are thine Eyes ? Loft in a Crowd of Earthly Cares : Thy Indolence negle&s to rife, While Huflcs to Heav'n thy Soul prefers ;. Carelefs the flarry Crown to feize,. By Pleafure bound, or lull' d by Eafe;. 9 To GOD, thro' all Creation's Bounds Th'Unconfcious Kinds their Homage brings His Praife thro' Ev'ry Grove refounds, Nor knoyy the Warblers whom they fing : But Man, Lord of the Creatures, knows The Source from whence their Being flows.. 10 He owns a GOD - but eyes him not, But lets his mad Diforders reign : They make his Life a conftant Blot, And Blood. Divine an Off'ring vain. Ah Wretch ! thy Heart uhfearchable, Thy Ways myfterious who can tell I 11 Perfect at firft, and bleft his State, Man in his Maker's Image Ihone ; In Innocence divinely great He liv'd ; he liv'd to GOD alone :-. His HYMNS ar.d SACRED POEMS. 41 His Heart was Love, his Pulfe was Praife, And Light and Glory decked his Face. 1 2 But alter'd now and Jain he is, Immerfl in Flefh, and dead within j Dead to the Tafte of native Blifs, And ever finking into Sin : Nay by his wretched Self undone. Such is Man's State and fuch my own ! My Flefh and Spirit bid Thee come f Come, LORD, and fhew Thyfelf to me, Or take, O take me up to Thee ! LONGING. From the fame. 1 \\7 1 H T bending Knees, and aking Eyes, V V Weary and faint, to Thee my Cries, To Thee my Tears, my Groans I fend : O when fhall my Complainings end ? 2 Wither'd my Heart, like barren Ground Accurft of GOD ; my Head turns round, My Throat is hoarfe : I faint, I fall, Yet falling ftill for Pity call. 3 Eternal Streams of Pity flow From Thee their Source to Earth below : Mothers are kind, becaufe Thou art, Thy Tendernefs o'erflows their Heart. 4 LORD of my Soul, bow down thine Ear, Hear, Bowels of Compaffion, hear ? O give not to the Winds my Pray'r : Thy Name, thy Hallow'd Name is there ! 5 Look on my Sorrows, mark them weH, The Shame, the Pangs, the Fires I feel : Confider, LORD, thine Ear incline ! Thy Son hath made my Sufferings Thine. 6 Thou, JESU, on th'accurfed Tree Didft bow thy Dying Head for me ; Incline HYMNS and SA.CRED POEMS. 45 Incline it now ! Who made the Ear, Shall- He, fhall He forget to hear! 7 See Thy poor Duft, in, Pity fee, It ftirs, it creeps, it aims at Thee ? Hafte, fare it from the greedy Tomb ! Come ! Ev'ry Atom bids TJiee come ! 8 'Tis Thine to help ! Forget me not ! O be thy Mercy ne'er forgot .' Lock'd is thy Ear ? Yet itill my Plea May fpeed: For Mercy keeps the Key. 9 Thou tarrieft, while I fink, I die, And fall to Nothing ! Thou on high Seeft me Undone : Yet am I ftil'd By Thee (loft as I am) thy Child! 10 Didft Thou for This forfake thy Throne? Where are thy antient Mercies gone ? Why mould my Pain, my Guilt furvive, And Sin be dead, yet Sorrow live? 1 1 Yet Sin is dead ; and yet abide Thy Promiies ; . they fpeak, they chide ; They in thy Bqfoirupour my. Tears, And my Complaints prefent as Theirs. 12 Hear, JESU! hear my broken Heart! Broken fo long, that ev'ry Part Hath got a Tongue that ne'er fhall ceafe, 'Till Thou pronounce " Depart in Peace.'* 13 My Love, my SAVIO.UR, hear my Cry; By thefe dear Feet, at which I lie ! Pluck out thy Dart, regard my Sighs ; Now heal my Soul, or now it dies. .) E 2 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. SEARCH. From the fame. 1 T T 7Hi T HER, O whither art Thou fled, V V My Saviour and my Love ? My Searches are my daily Bread, Yet unfuccefsful prove. My Knees on Earth, on Heav'n mine Eye Is fixt ; and yet the Sphere, And yet the Center both deny That Thou, my GOD, art there. 2 Yet can I mark that Herbs below Their fragrant Greens difplay, As if to meet Thee They did know, While withered I decay. Yet can I mark how Stars above With confcious Luflre Ihine, Their Glories borrowing from thy Love, While I in Darknefs pine. 3 I fent a Sigh to feek Thee oat, Drawn from my Heart in Pain, Wing'd like an Arrow ; but my Scout Returned, alas! In vain. Another from my endlefs Store I turnM into a Groan, Becaufe the Search was dumb before : But all, alas ! was one. 4 Where is my GOD? What fecret Place Still holds, and hides Thee ftill ? What Covert dares eclipfe thy Face ? Is it thy Awful Will ? O let not That thy Prefence bound : Rather let Walls of Brafs, Let Seas and Mountains gird Thee round, And I thro' all will pafs. 5 Thy and &ACR-ED POEMS. 5 Thy Will fo vaft a Diftance is > Remoteft Points combine, Eaft touches Weft, ; compar'd to this, And Heav'n and Hell conjoin. Take then thefe Bars, thefe Lengths away, Turn and reftore my. Soul : Thy Love Qmnipptent difplay., Apprqachf and. make me whole. 6 When Thou, my LORD, my GOD art nigh, Nor Life, nor Death, can move, Nor deepeft Hell, nor Pow'rs on high Can part me from, thy Love. For as thy Abfence paffes far The wideft Diftance known, Thy Prefence brings my Soul fo ijear,. That Thou and I are One I DISCIPLINE. Fran the fame- O THROW a\vay thy Rod, O throw away thy Wrath? My Gracious SAVIOUR and my GOD, O take the gentle Path. Thou feed, my Heart's Defirc Still unto Thee is bent: Still does my longing Soul afpire To an entire Confent. Not ev'n a Word or Look Do I approve or own, But by the Model of thy Book, Thy facred Book aloae, 3 4% HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 4 Altho* I fail, I weep ; Altho' I halt in pace, Yet ftill with trembling Steps I creep Unto the Throne of Grace. 5 O then let Wrath remove : For Love will do the Deed ? Love will the Conqueft gain ; with Love E'en ftony Hearts will bleed. 6 For Love is fwift of Foot, Love is a Man of War ; Love can refiillefs Arrows moot, And hit the Mark from far. 7 Who can efcape his Bow ? That which hath wrought on Thee, Which brought the King of Glory low, Muft furely work on me. g O throw away thy Rod ; What tho' Man frailties hath ? Thou art my SAVIOUR and my GOD! O throw away thy Wrath ! D / FINE LOVE Prom the German. THou hidden Love of GOD, whofe Height, Whofe Depth unfathom'd no Man knows, I fee from far thy beauteous Light, Inly I figh for thy Repofe : My Heart is pain'd, nor can it be At reft, 'till it finds Reft in Thee, 2 Tliy HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 49 2 Thy fecret Voice invites me ftill The Sweetnefs of thy Yoke to prove ; And fain I would : But tho' my Will feem fixt, yet wide my Paffions rove : Yet Hindrances ftrew all the Way ; I aim at Thee, yet from Thee ftray. 3 'Tis Mercy all, that Thou haft brought My Mind to feek her Peace in Thee I Yet while I feek, but find Thee not, No Peace my wandring Soul mail fee. O when mail all my Wandrings end, And all my Steps to Thee- ward tend ? 4 Is there a Thing beneath the Sun, That ftrives with Thee my Heart to mare ? Ah tear it thence, and reign alone, The LORD of ev'ry Motion there: Then mail my Heart from Earth be free, When it has found Repofe in Thee. 5 O hide this SE LF from me, that I No more, but CHRIST in me may live! My vile Affections crucify, Nor let one darling Luft furvive. In all Things nothing may I fee, Nothing denre, er feek but Thee ! 6 O LOVE, thy Sov'reign Aid impart, To fave me from low-thoughted Care : Chafe this Self-will thro' all my Heart, Thro' all its latent Mazes there : Make me Thy duteous Child, that I Ceafelefs may Abba Father cry. 7 Ah no ! ne'er will I backward turn : Thine wholly, Thine alone I am ! Thrice happy He, who views with Scorn Earth's Toys for Thee his conftant Flame. Ohelf jo HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. O help, that I may never move From the bleft Footfteps of thy Love ! 8 Each Moment draw from Earth away My Heart, that lowly waits thy Call: Speak to my inmoft Soul, and fay I am thy Love, thy GOD, thy All ! To feel thy Pow'r, to hear thy Voice, To tafte thy Love is all my Choice ! Written In the Be ginning of a Reco- very from SickneJ's. A CE, flutt'ring Soul! the Storm is o'er, Ended at laft the doubtful Strife : Refpiring now, the Caufe explore That bound thee to a wretched Life. 2 When on the Margin' of the Grave, Why did I doubt my SAVIOUR'S Art ? Ah ! why miftruit his Will to fave ? What meant that Fault' ring of my Heart ? 3 'Twas not the fearching Pain within That filPd my coward Flefh with Fear ; Nor Confcioufnefs of Outward Sin ; Nor Senfe of Diifoiution near. 4 Of Hope I felt no Joyful Ground, The Fruit of Righteoufnefs alone ; Naked of CHRIST my Soul I found, And ftarted from a GOD unknown. 5 Corrupt my Will, nor half fubdu'd, Could I his purer Prefence bear? Unchang'd, unhallow'd, unrenew'd Could I before his Face appear ? 6 Father HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 51 6 Father of Mercies, hear my Call ! Ere yet returns the Fatal Hour, Repair my Lofs, retrieve my Fall, And raife me by thy quick'ning Pow'r. 7 My Nature re-exchange for Thine ; Be Thou my Life, my Hope, my Gain ; Arm me in Panoply Divine, And Death mall make his Dart in vain. g When I thy promis'd CHRIST have feen, And clafp'd Him in my Soul's Embrace, Poffeft of my Salvation, Then Then, let me, LORD, depart in Peace ! After a Recovery from Sicknefs. 1 AND live I yet by Pow'r Divine ! JL\. And have I ftill my Courfe to run ? Again brought back in its Decline The Shadow of my parting Sun ? 2 Wondring I aflc, Is This the Breaft Struggling fo late and torn with Pain f The Eyes that upward look'd for Reft, And dropt their weary Lids again ! 3 The recent Horrors ftill appear : O may they never ceafe to awe ! Still be the King of Terrors near, Whom late in all liis Pomp I faw. 4 Torture and Sin prepar'd his Way, And pointed to a yawning Tomb ! Darknefs behind eclips'd the Day, And check' d my forward Hopes of Home. ja HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 5 My feeble Flefh refus'd to bear Its ftrong redoubled Agonies : When Mercy heard ray fpeechlefs Pray'r 5 And faw me faintly, gafp for Eafe. 6 JESUS to my Deliv'rance flew, Where funk in mortal Pangs. I lay : Pale Death his Ancient Conq'ror knew, And trembled, and ungrafp'd his Prey f 7 The Fever turn'd its backward Courfc, Arrefted by Almighty Pow'r; Sudden expir'd its Fiery Force, And Anguifli gnaw'd my Side no more, 8 GOD of my Life, what juft Return Can finful Duii and Afhes give ? I only live my Sin to mourn, To love my GOD I only live I 9 To Thee, benign and faving Power, I confecrate my lengthen'd Days ; While mark'd with Bleffings, ev'ry Hour Shall fpeak thy co-extended Praife. 10 How mall I teach the World to love, Unchang'd myfelf, unloos'dmy Tongue? Give me the Pow'r of Faith to prove, And Mercy mall be all my Song.. 1 1 Be all my Added Life employ'd Thy Image in my Soul to fee : Fill with Thyfelf the Mighty Void ; Enlarge my Heart to compafs Thee f 12 O give me, SA.VIOUR, give me more! Thy Mercies to my Soul reveal : Alas ! I fee their endlefs Store, Yet O! I cannot, cannot /// 13 The HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 5$ 1 3 The Blefiing of thy Love beftow For this my Cries mall never fail ; Wreftling I will not let Thee go, I will not, 'till my Suit prevail, 14 I'll weary Thee with my Complaint j Here at thy JFeet for ever lie, With longing fick, with groaning faint O give me Love, or eBe I die J 1 5 Without this beft, divineft Grace 'Tis Death, 'tis worfe than Death to live l 'Tis Hell to want thy Blifsful Face, And Saints in Thee their Heav'n receive. 1 6 Come then, my Hope, my Life, my LORD, And fix in me thy lafting Home ! Be mindful of thy gracious Word, Thou with thy promis'd Father, come I 1 7 Prepare, and then poffefs my Heart, O take me, feize me from above : Thee do I love, for GOD Thou art ; Thee do I feel, for GOD is Love! A Prayer under Conwi&ions. x H E R of Light, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy Ev'ry Creature needs> Whofe Goodnefs providently nigh Feeds the young Ravens when they cry ; To thee I look j my Heart prepare, Suggeft, and hearken to my Pray'r. Since by thy Light Myfelf I fee Naked, and poor, and void of Thee, Thine 'Eyes mult all my Thoughts furvey, Preventing what my Lips would fay : Thou 54 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Thou feeft my Wants ; for Help they call, And e'er I fpeak, Thou know'ft them all. 3 Thou know'ft the Bafenefs of my Mind Wayward, and impotent, and blind, Thou know'ft how unfubdu'd my Will, Averfe to Good, and prone to 111 : Thou know'ft how wide my Paffions rove, Nor check'd by Fear, nor charm'd by Love. 4 Fain would I know, as known by Thee, And feel the Indigence I fee ; Fain would I all my Vilenefs own, And deep beneath the Burthen groan : Abhor the Pride that lurks within, Deleft and loath myfelf and Sin. 5 Ah give me, LORD, myfelf to feel, My total Mifery reveal : Ah give me, LORD, (I ftill would fay) A Heart to mourn, a Heart to pray j My Bufmefs this, my only Care, My Life, my ev'ry Breath be Pray'r. 6 Scarce I begin my fad Complaint, When all my warmeft Wifties faint ; Hardly I lift my weeping Eye, When all my kindling Ardors die ; Nor Hopes nor Fears my Bofom move, For ftill I cannot, cannot love. 7 Father, I want a thankful Heart ; I want to tafte how good Thou art, To plunge me in thy Mercy's Sea, And comprehend thy Love to me ; The Breadth, and Length, and Depth, and Height, Of Love divinely infinite. 8 Father HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 55 Father, I long my Soul to raife, And dwell for ever on thy Praife, Thy Praife with Glorious Joy to tell, In Extafy unfpeakable ; While the Full Pow'r of FAITH I know, And reign triumphant here below. *fhe 53 d Chapter of Ifaiah. 1 T T 7 HO hath believ'd the Tidings ? Who ? V V Or felt the Joys our Words impart ? Gladly confefs'd our Record true, And found the Saviour in his Heart ? Planted in Nature's barren Ground, And cherifh'd by JEHOVAH'S Care, There null th'Immortal Seed be found, The Root Divine mall flourifli there ! 2 See, the Defire of Nations comes ; Nor outward Pomp befpeaks him near : A Veil of Flefh the G O D aflumes, A Servant's Form he {loops to wear ; He lays his every Glory by ; Ignobly low, obfcurely mean, Of Beauty void, in Reafon's Eye, The Source of Lovelinefs is feen. 3 Rejected and defpis'd r of Men, A Man of Griefs, enur'd to Woe ; His only Intimate is Pain, And Grief is all his Life below. We faw, and from the irkfome Sight Difdainfully our Faces turn'd ; Hell follow'd Him with fierce Defpight, And Earth the humble Abjeft fcorn'd. 4 Surely 5| Aflift me with thy heav'nly Grace, Withdraw my Heart from worldly Love, And for Thy felf prepare the Pkce. 2 O let thy facred Prefence fill And fet my longing Spirit free, Which pants to have no other Will, But Night and Day to feaft on Thee. H 2 3 While 8 2. HYMNS and SACRED POMES. 3 While in thefe Regions here below, No other Good will I purfue ; I'll bid this World of Noife and Show With all its fiatt'ring Snares, adieu. 4 That Path, with humtle Speed I'll feek, Wherein my SAVIOUR'S Footfteps fhine, Nor will I hear, nor will I fpeak Of any other Love than Thine. 5 To Thee my earneft Soul afpires, To Thee I offer all my Vows, Keep me from falfe and vain Defires, My GOD, my SAVIOUR, and my Spouie. 6 Henceforth may no prophane Delight Divide this confecrated Soul ; PofTefs it Thou, who haft the Right, As LORD and Matter of the whole. 7 Wealth, Honour, Pleafure, or what elfe This mort-enduring World can give, Tempt as you will, my Heart repels, To CHRIST alone refolv'd to live. 8 Thee I can love, and Thee alone With holy Peace, and Inward Blifs ; To find Thou tak'ft me for thy own, O what a Happinefs is This ! 9 Nor Heav'n nor Earth do I defire, But thy pure Love within my Breaft, This, this I always will require, And freely give up all the reft. io Thy Gifts, ifcall'dfor, I refign, Pieas'd to receive, pleas'd to. reftore ; Gifts are thy Work ; it ihall be mine The Giver only to adore. HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 85 M e From HERBERT. O JVI E hither All, whofe grov'ling Tafte Inflaves your Souls, and lays them wafte 5- Save your Expence, and mend your Cheer: Here GOD Himfelf 's prepared and dreft, Himfelf vouchfafes to be your Feaft, In whom Alone all Dainties are. 2 Come hither All, whom tempting Wine Bows to your Father BeliaT^ Shrine, Sin all your Boaft, and Senfe your G O D '. Weep now for what you've drank amifs, And loofe your Tafte for fenfual Blifs By drinking here your SAVIOUR'S Blood; 3 Come hither All, whom fearching Pain, Whom Confcience's loud Cries arraign Producing all your Sins to view : Tafte ; and difmifs your Guilty Fear, . O tafte and fee that GOD is here To heal your Souls, and Sin fubdue. 4 Come hither All, whom Carelefs Joy Does with alluring Force deftroy, While loofe ye range beyond your Bounds i True Joy is here,, that paffes quite, And all your tranfient mean Delight Drowns, as a Flood the lower Grounds. 5 Come hither All, whofe Idol-love, While fond the pleaiing Pain ye prove,. Raifes your foolifh Raptures high : True Love is here ; whofe dying Breath Gave Life to Us ; who tafted Death, And tailing once no more can die^ H 3 6 Loa*y 4 HYMNS ar.cl SACRED POEMS. 6 LORD, I have now invited All, And inftant Hill the Guefts mall call, Still (hall I All invite to Thee : For O my GOD, it feems but right In mine, thy meaneft Sen-ants Sight, That where All Is, there All fhould be ! fbe B A N ^ U E T". From the fame. 1 "IT 7 E L C O M E, delicious Sacred Cheer, VV Welcome, my GOD, my SAVIOUR dear, O with me, In me live and dwell ! Thine, Earthly Joy fnrpafies quite, The Depths of thy fupreme Delight Not Angel Tongues can tafte or tell. 2 What Streams of Sweetnefs from the Bowl Surprize and deluge all my Soul, Sweetnefs that is, and makes Divine ! Surely from GOD's Right Hand they flow, From thence dtriv'd to Earth below, To chear us with Immortal Wine. 3 Soon as I tafte the Heav'nly Bread, What Manna, o'er my Soul is fhed, Manna that Angels never knew! Victorious Sweetnefs fills my Heart, Such as my GOD delights t'impart, Mighty to fave, and Sin fubdue. 4 I had forgot my Heavenly Birth, My Soul degen'rate clave to Ear:h, In Senfe and Sins bafe Pleafures drown'd : When- GOD aflum'd Humanity, And fpilt his Sacred Blood for me, To find me grov'ling on die Ground. 5 Soon HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 85 5 Soon as his Love has rais'd me up, He mingles Bleflings in a Cup, And fweetly meets my ravifli'd Tafte, Joyous I now throw off my Load, I caft my Sins and Care on G O D, And Wine becomes a Wing at laft. 6 Upborn on This, I mount, I fly ; Regaining fwift my Native Sky, I wipe my ftreaming Eyes, and fee Him, whom I feek, for whom I fue, My GOD, my SAVIOUR there I view, Him, who has done fo much for me ! 7 O let thy wondrous Mercy's Praife, Infpire, and confecrate my Lays, And take up all my Lines and Life ; Thy Praife my ev'ry Breath employ : Be all my Bdinefs, all my Joy To ftrive in This, and love the Strife ? 'Therefore with Angels, &c. 1 T O R D and G O D of Heav'nly Pow'rs^ 1 j Theirs ; yet O ! benignly Oars; Glorious King, let Earth proclaim, Worms attempt to chaunt thy Name. 2 Thee to laud in Songs Divine, Angels and Archangels join ; We with them our Voices raife, Echoing thy Eternal Praife: 3 Holy, Holy, Holy LORT>, Live by Heav'n and Earth ador'd \ Full of Thee, they ever cry, Glory be to GOD moll High \ Glory HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Glory be to GOD on high, &c. 1 /"^LORY be to GOD on high, VJT GOD whofe Glory fills the Sky : Peace on Earth to Man forgiv'n, Man the Well-belov'd of Heav'nf 2 Sov'reign Father, Heav'nly King ! Thee we now preiume to fmg ; Glad Thine Attributes confefs, Glorious all, and numberlefs. 3 Hail ! by all thy Works ador'd, Hail! the everlafting LORD ! Thee, with thankful Hearts, we prove LORD of Pow'r, and G O D of Love. 4 CHRIST our LORD and GOD we own, CHRIST the Father's only Son! Lamb of GOD, for Sinners flain, SAVIOUR of offending Man! 5 Bow Thine Ear, in Mercy bow, Hear, the World's Atonement Thou * JESU, in thy Name we pray, Take, O take our Sins away. 6 Pow'rful Advocate with GOD, Juftify us by thy Blood ? Bow Thine Ear, in Mercy bow, Hear, the World's Atonement Thou ? 7 Hear; for Thou, O CHRIST alone Art with thy great Father One ; One the Holy Ghoft with Thee, One fupreme Eternal Three. HTMN HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 87 HTMN to CHRIST. Alter" d from Dr. Hicks'j Reform 'd Devotions. 1 TE S U, behold the Wife from far, J Led to thy Cradle by a Star, Bring Gifts to Thee, their GOD and King ! O guide us by Light, that we The Way may find, and ftill to Thee Our Hearts, our All for Tribute bring. 2 JESU, the pure, the fpotlefs Lamb, Who to the Temple humbly came, Duteous the Legal Rights to pay : O make our proud, our ftubborn Will, All thy wife, gracious Laws fulfil, Whate'er rebellious Nature fay. 3 JESU, who on the fatal Wood Pcur'dlt out thy Life's lad Drop of Blood, NaiTd to th'accurfed fhameful Crofs : O may we blefs thy Love, and be Ready, dear LORD, to bear for Thee All Shame, all Grief, all Pain, all Lofs. A JESU, who by Thine own Love {lain, By Thine own Pow'r took'fl Life again, And Conqueror from the Grave didft rife : O may thy Death our Souls revive, And ev'n on Earth a new Life give, A glorious Life that never dies. 5 JESU, who to thy Heav'n again Return'dft in Triumph, there to reign Of Men and Angels Sov'reign King: O may our parting Souls take Flight Up to that Land of Joy and Light, And there for ever grateful fing. 6 All 88 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 6 All Glory to the facred Three, One undivided Deity, All Honour, Pow'r, and Love and Praife ; Still may thy blefled Name mine bright In Beams of uncreated Light, Crown'd with its own eternal Rays. On the CRUCIFIXION. 1 TOEHOLD the SAVIOUR of Mankind Jj Nail'd to the fhameful Tree ! How vaft the Love that Him inclin'd To bleed and die for Thee ! 2 Hark how he groans ! while Nature makes, And Earth' o ftrong Pillars bend ! The Temple's Veil in funder breaks, The folid Marbles rend. 3 'Tisdone! the precious Ranfom's paid ; Receive my Soul, he cries ; See where he bows his facred Head ? He bows his Head and dies. 4 But foon He'll break Death's envious Chain, And in full Glory mine ! O Lamb of G O D, was ever Pain, Was ever Love like Thine ! MAGNIFICAT:. Soul extols the mighty LORD, In GOD the SAVIOUR joys my Heart: Thou haft not my low State abhorr'd ; Now know I, Thou my SAVIOUR art. 2 Sorrow HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 8p 2 Sorrow and Sighs are fled away, Peace now I fed, and Joy and Reft: Renew'd, I hail the Feftal Day, Henceforth by endlefs Ages bleft. 3 Great are the Things which Thou haft done, How holy is thy Name, O LORD! How wondrous is thy Mercy fhewn To all that tremble at thy Word ! 4 Thy conqu'ring Arm with Terror crown'd, Appear 'd the Humble to fuftain : And all the Sons of Pride have found Their boafted Wifdom void and vain. 5 The Mighty from their native Sky Caft down, Thou haft in Darknefs bound: And rais'd the Worms of Earth on high, With Majefty and Glory crown'd. 6 The Rich have pin'd amidft their Store, Nor e'er the Way of Peace have trod ; Mean while the hungry Souls thy Pow'r Fill'd with the Fulnefs of their GOD. 7 Come, SAVIOUR, come, of old decreed ! Faithful and true be Thou confeft : By all Earth's Tribes in Abrahams Seed Henceforth thro' endlefs Ages bleft. I'rufl in PR o v i D E N c E. From the German. IO M M I T thou all thy Griefs And V/ays into his Hands ; To his fure Truth and tender Care, Who Earth and Heav'n commands. z Who C 90 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Who points the Clouds their Courfe, Whom Winds and Seas obey ; He fhall direft thy wand'ring Feet, He fhall prepare thy Way. Thou on the LORD rely, So fafe fhalt thou go on ; Fix on his Work thy ftedfaft Eye, So fhall thy Work be done. No Profit canft thou gain By felf-confuming Care ; To Him commend thy Caufe, his Ear Attends the fofteft Pray'r. Thy Everlafting Truth, Father, thy ceafelefs Love Sees all thy Children's Wants, and knows What beft for each will prove. And whatfoe'er Thou will'ft, Thou doft, O King of Kings ; What thy unerring Wifdom chofe, Thy Pow'r to Being brings. Thou ev'ry where haft Way, And all Things ferve thy Might ; Thy ev'ry A61 pure Bleffing is, Thy Path unfully'd Light. When Thou arifeft, LORD, What fhall thy Work withftand ? When all thy Children want Thou giv'ft, Who, who fhall ftay thy Hand ? Give to the Winds thy Fears ; Hope, and be undifmay'd ; GOD hears thy Sighs, and counts thy Tears, GOD fhall lift up thy Head. 10 Thro' HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. i o Thro' Waves, and Clouds, and Storms He gently clears thy Way ; Wait Thou his Time, fo frail this Night Soon end in joyous Day. 1 1 Still heavy is thy Heart ? Still fink thy Spirits down ? Caft off the Weight, let Fear depart, And ev'ry Care be gone. 1 2 What tho 1 Thou ruleft not ? Yet Heav'n, and Earth, and Hell Proclaim, GOD fitteth on the Throne, And ruleth all Things well ! 1 3 Leave to his Sov'reign Sway To choofe, and to command ; So fhalt thou wondring own, his. Way How wife, how itrong his Hand. 1 4 Far, far above thy Thought His Counfel (hall appear, When fully He the Work hath wrought, That caus'd thy needlefs Fear. 1 5 Thou feeft our Weaknefs, LORD, Our Hearts are known to Thee ; O lift Thou up the flaking Hand, Confirm the feeble Knee ! 1 6 Let us in Life, in Death, Thy ftedfaft Truth declare, And publifh with our lateft Breath Thy Love and Guardian Care ? HYMNS and SACRED POMES. In AFFLICTION. i T? T E R N AL Beam of Light Divine, r^ Fountain of unexhauited Love, In whom the FATHER'S Glories mine, Thro' Earth beneath, and Heav'n above ; -2 JESU ! the weary Wand'rer's Reft; Give me thy eafy Yoke to bear, With ftedfaft Patience arm my Breaft, With fpotlefs Love, and lowly Fear. 3 Thankful I take tlie Cup from Thee, Prepar'd and mingled by thy Skill : Tho' bitter to the Tafle it be, .Pow'rful the wounded Soal to heal. 4 Be Thou, O Rock of Ages nigh: So fnall each murm'ring Thought be gone, And Grief, and Fear, and Care ihall fly As Clouds before the Mid-day San. 3 Speak to my warring Paffions, "Peace; Say to my trembling Heart, " Be fiill : Thy Pow'r my Strength and Fortrefs is, .For all Things ferve thy So v 'reign Will. ;6 .O Death, where is thy Sting ? Where now Thy boafled Victory, O Grave ? Who ihall contend with GOD: Or, Who .Can hurt whom GOD delights to fave? SACRED POEMS. In AFFLICTION, c From the German; 1 ""T^Hou Lamb of GOD, Thou Prince of Peace, A For Thee my thirfty Soul doth pine ! My longing Soul implores thy Grace, O make me in thy Likenefs fhine_ 2 With fraudlefs, even, humble Mind, < Thy Will in all Things may I fee : In love be ev'ry Wjfli refign'd, And hallow'd my whole Heart to Thee.- 3 When Pain o'er my weak Flefh prevails. With Lamb-like Patience arm my When Grief my wounded Soul afiails, In lowly Meeknefs may I reft. 4 Clofe by thy Side ftift may I keep, Howe'er Life's various Current flow; With ftedfaft Eye mark ev'ry Step, And follow Thee where'er Thou go. 5 Thou, LORD, the dreadful Fight haft won - Alone Thou haft the Wine-prefs trod ; In me thy ftrengthening Grace be fhewn, O may I conquer thro' thy Blood ! 6 So when on Ston Thou ihalt ftand, And ail Heav'ns Hoft adore their King,. Shall I be found at thy Right Hand, And free from Pain thy Glories fing. I 2 ANOTHER*.- HYMNS find SACRED POEMS. ANOTHER. From the fame. 1 A L L Glory to th 1 Eternal Three, JL\. Of Light and Love th'unfathom'd Sea ! Whofe boundlefs Pow'r, whofe faving Grace, Reliev'd me in my deep Diflrefs. 2 Still, LORD, from thy exhauftlefs Store, Pure Bleffing, and Salvation fhow'r ; 'Till Earth I leave, and foar away To Regions of unclouded Day. 3 My Heart from all Pollution clean, O purge it, tho' with Grief and Pain: To Thee lo ! ,1 my All refign, Thine be my Will, my Soul be Thine. 4 O guide me, lead me in thy Ways : 'Tis Thine the finking Hand to raifc f O may I ever lean on Thee : 'Tis Thine to prop the feeble Knee. 5 O Father, fandify this Pain, Nor let one Tear be flied in vain f Soften, yet arm my Breaft : No Fear, No Wrath, but Love alone be there. 6 O leave not, caft me not away In fierce Temptation's dreadful Day: Speak but the Word ; inflant (hall ceafe 7'he Storm, and all my Soul be Peace ! HYMNS ar,d SACRED POEMS. In DE SERT ION or TEMPT AT ION. 1 \ H f my dear LORD, whofe changelefs Low JL\. To Me, nor Earth nor Hell can pan ; When fhail my Feet forget to rove ? Ah, what mall fix this faithlefs Heart i 2 Why do thefe Cares my Soul divide, . If Thou indeed haft fet me free ? Why am I thus, if GO D hath dy'd ; If G O D hath dy'd to ranfom Me ? 3 Around me Clouds of Darknefs roll, In deepeft Night I ftill walk on ; Heavily moves my fainting Soul, My Comfort and my GOD are gone. 4 Chearlefs and all forlorn I droop ; In vain I lift my weary Eye ; No Gleim of Light, no Ray of Hope Appears throughout thtdarken'd Sky. 5 My feeble Knees I bend again, My drooping Hands again I rear : Vain is the Tafk, the Effort vain, My Heart abhors the irkfome 6 Oft with thy Saints my Voice I raife, And feem to join the taftelefs Song: Faintly afcends th'imperfeft Praife, Or dies upon my thoughtlcfs Tongue.- . 7 Cold, weary, languid, heartlefs r dead, , To thy dread Courts I oft repair ; - By Confcience drag'd, or Cuftom led 1 come j nor know that G O D is there ! *Ni S 96 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 8 Nigh with my Lips to Thee I draw, Unconfcious at thy Altar found j Far off my Heart : Nor touch'd with Awe, Nor mov'd - tho' Angek tremble round, 9 In All I do, Myfelflfeel, And groan beneath the wonted Load, Still unrenew'd, and carnal ftill, Naked of CHRIST, and void of G O D. 10 Nor yet the Earthly ddcun dies, But lives, and moves, andr fights again, Still the fierce Gufts of Paflion rife, And rebel Nature ftrives to reign. 1 1 Fondly my foolifh Heart eflays T'augment the Source of perfect Blifs, Love's All-fufficient Sea to raife With Drops of Creature-Happinefs. 1 2 O Love ! thy Sov'reign Aid impart, And guard the Gifts thyfelf haft giv'n : My Portion Thou, my Treafure art, And Life, and Happinefs, andHeav'n. 1 2 Would ought with Thee my Wiflies fhare, Tho 1 dear as Life the Idol be, The Idol from my Breaft I'll tear, Refolv'd to feek my All from Thee. I . Whatever I fondly counted Mine, To Thee, my LORD, I here reftore: Gladly I all for Thee refign : Give me Thyfelf, I afk no more ! ANOTHER HYMNS athl SACRED POEMS. ANOTHER. 1 TV/TY GOD (if I may call Thee Mine JLVjL From Heav'n and Thee remov'd fo far) Draw nigh ; thy pitying Ear incline, And caft not out my languid Pray'r. Gently the Weak Thou lov'ft to lead, Thou lov'ft to prop the feeble Knee, break not then a bruifed Reed, Nor quench the fmoaking Flax in me. 2 Buried in Sin, thy Voice I hear, And burft the Barriers of my Tomb, In all the Marks of Death appear, Forth at thy Call, tho' bound, I come, Give me, O give me fully, LORD, Thy Refurredlion's Pow'r to know ; Free me indeed ; repeat the Word, And loofe my Bands, and let me go. 3 Fain would I go to Thee, my GOD, Thy Mercies, and my Wants to tell : 1 feel my Pardon feal'd in Blood ; SAVIOUR, thy Love I wait to feel. Freed from the Pow'r of cancel'd Sin ; When mail my Soul triumphant prove ? Why breaks not out the Fire within In Flames of Joy, and Praife, and Love ? 4 When mall my Eye affeft my Heart, Sweetly diflblv'd in gracious Tears ? Ah, LORD, the Stone to Flefh convert ! And 'till thy lovely Face appears, Still may I at thy Footftool keep, And watch the Smile of op'ning Heav'n: Much would I pray, and love, and weep ; I would ; for I have much forgiv'n. 5 Yet ^8 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 5 Yet O ! ten Thoufand Lufts remain, And vex my Soul, abiblv'd from Sin, Still rebel Nature ilrives to reign, Stili am I all unclean, unclean f Afik'i'd by Pride, allur'd by Senfe, On Earth the Creatures court my Stay ; Falfe flatt'rir.g Idols, get ye hence, Created Good be far away ! 6 JESU, to Thee my Soul afpires, JESU, to Thee I plight my Vows, Keep me from Earthly, bale Defires, My GOD, my SAVIOUR, and my Spoufe, Fountain of all-fufficient Blifs, Thou art the Good I leek below ; Fulnefs of Joys in Thee there is, Without 'tis Mi&'ry all, and Woe. 7 Take this poor, wandring, worthlefs Heart, Its Wandrings all to Thee are known x May no falfe Rival claim a Part, Nor Sin difleize Thee of Thine own. Stir up thy interpofing Pow'r, Save me from Sin, from Idols fave, Snatch me from fierce Temptation's Hour,, And hide, O liide me in the Grave ! $ I knew Thou wilt accept me Now, I know my Sins are now forgiv'n ! My Head to Death O let me bow, Nor keep my Life, to lofe my Heav'n- Far from this Snare my Soul remove, This only Cup would I decline, J deprecate a Creature-Love, O take me, to fecure me Thine.. 9 Or if thy Wifer Will ordain The Trial, I would die to fhun,. Welcome the Strife, the Grief, the Pain, Thy Name be prais'd, thy Will be done I HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. o<> I from thy Hand the Cup receive, Meekly fubmit to thy Decree, Gladly for Thee confent to live ! Thou, LORD, haft liv'd, had died for Me ! * ISAIAH xliii. 2. When thou paffeft thro' the Water -s, I will be with thee ; and thro the Rivers, they foall not overflow thee : When thou walkeft thro' the Fire thou fialt not be burnt - } nei- ftall the Flame kindle upon thee. 1 T>EACE, doubting Heart my GOD's I am ! JL Who form'd me Man forbids my Fear : The LORD hath call'd me by my Name, The LORD protects for ever near: His Blood for Me did once atone, And ilill he loves and guards his own. 2 When paffing thro' the Watry Deep, I afk in FAITH his promis'd Aid, The Waves an awful Diftance keep, And fhrink from my devoted Head : Fearlefs their Violence I dare ; They cannot harm, for G O D is there ! 3 To Him my Eye of FAITH I turn, And thro' the Fire purfue my Way ; The Fire forgets its Pow'r to burn, The lambent Flames around me play : I own his Pow'r, accept the Sign, And fhout to prove the SAVIOUR Mine. 4 Still rco HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 4 Still nigh me, O my SAVIOVR, ftand, And guard in fierce Temptation's Hour j Hide in the Hollow of thy Hand, Shew forth in me thy Saving Pow'r, Still be thy Arm my fure Defence, Nor Earth, nor Hell mail pluck me thence. 5 Since Thou haft bid me come to Thee, (Good as 7'hou art, and ftrong to fave) I'll walk o'er Life's tempeituous Sea, Upborn by the ur yielding Wave; Dauntlefs, tho' Rocks of Pride be near, And yawning Whirlpools of Defpair. 6 When Darknefs intercepts the Skies, And Sorrow's Waves around me roll, When high the Storms of Paflion rife, And half o'erwhelm my finking Soul ; My Soul a fudden Voice mail feel, And hear a Whifper, " Peace, be ffill." 7 Tho' in Affliction's Furnace tried, Unhurt, on Snares and Deaths I'll tread; Tho' Sin aflail, and Hell thrown wide, Pour all its Flames upon my Head, Like Mofes' Bum I'll mount the higher, And fiourifh, unconfum'd in Fire. The BELIEVER'* SUPPORT. From the German. Thou, to whofe all-fearching Sight The Darknefs fhineth as the Light, Search, prove my Heart ; it pants for Thee : O burft thefe Bands, and fet it free. O Warn HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 101 2 Wafti out its Stains, refine its Drofs, Nail my Affections to the Crois ! Hallow each Thought : Let all within Be clean, as Thou, my LORD, art clean. 3 If in this darkfome Wild I ftray, Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way : No Foes, no Violence I fear, No Fraud, while Thou, my GOD, art near. 4 When rifoig Floods my Soul o'erflow, When finks my Heart in Waves of W r oe, JESU, thy timely Aid impait, And raife my Head, and cheer my Heart. 5 SAVIOUR, where'er thy Steps I fee, Dauntlefs, untir'd I foilow Thee : O let thy Hand fupport me dill, And lead me to thy holy Hill. 6 If rough and thorny be the Way, My Strength proportion to my JDay : 'Till Tod, aed Grief, and Pain mail ceafe, Where all is Calm, and Joy, and Peace. Living by CHRIST. From the fame. i T E S U, thy boundlefs Love to me J No Thought can reach, no Tongue declare : O knit my thankful Heart to Thee, Ad reign without a Rival there : Thine wholly, Thine alone I am : Be Thou alone my conftant Flame. 2 O ioi HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 2 O grant that nothing in my Soul May dwell, but thy pure Love alone : O may thy Love poflefs me whole, My Joy, my Treafure, and my Crown. Strange Fires far from my Soul remove, My ev'ry Aft, Word, Thought, be Love, 3 O Love, how chearing is thy Ray ? All Pain before thy Prefence flies ! Care, Anguim, Sorrow melt away, Where'er thy healing Streams arife : O JESU, nothing may I fee, Nothing hear, feel, or think but Thee! 4 Unwearied may I this purfue, Dauntlefs to the High Prize afpire ; Hourly within my Breait renew This holy Flame, this heav'nly Fire ; And Day and Night be all my Care To guard this facred Treafure there. 5 My SAVIOUR, Thou thy Love to me In Want, in Pain, in Shame haft fhow'd ; For me on the accurfed Tree, Thou pouredft forth thy guiltlefs Blood: Thy Wounds upon my Heart imprefs, Nor ought fhr.ll the lov'd Stamp efface. 6 More hard than Marble is my Heart, And foul with Sins of deepeft Stain : But Thou che mighty SAVIOUR art, Nor flow'd thy cleanfing Blood in vain. Ah ! foften, melt this Rock, and may Thy Blood wafh al! thefe Stains away. 7 O that my Heart, which opens ftands, May catch each Drop, that torturing Pain, Arm'd by my Sins, wrung from thy Hands, Thy Feet, thy Head, thy cv'ry Vein : That HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, is; That (till my Breaft may heave with Sighs, Still Tears of Love o'erflow my Eyes. 8 O that I as a little Child May follow Thee, nor ever reft, 'Till fweetly Thou haft pour'd thy mild And lowly Mind into my Breaft. Nor ever may we parted be 'Till I become one Spirit with Thee. 9 O draw me, SAVIOUR, after Thee, So mall I run and never tire : With gracious Words 11:11 comfort me ; Be Thou my Hope, my fole Defire : Free me from ev'ry Weight : Nor Fear, Nor Sin can come, if Thou art here. 10 My Health, my Light, my Life, my Crown, My Portion, and my Treafure Thou ! O take me, feal me for Thine own ; To Thee alone my Soul I bow : Without Thee all is Pain ; my Mind Repofe in nought but Thee can find. 1 1 Howe'er I rove, where'er I turn, In Thee alone is all my Reft : Be Thou my Flame ; within me burn, JESU, and I in Thee am bleft. Thou art the Balm of Life : My Soul Is faint ; O fave, O make it whole ! 1 2 What in thy Love poflefs I not ? My Star by Night, my Sun by Day ; My Spring of Life when parch'd with Drought, My Wine to chear, my Bread to ftay, My Strength, my Shield, my fafe Abode, My Robe before the Throne of G O D ! K 13 Ah HYMNS and SACRED POMES. 1 3 Ah Love ! Thy Influence withdrawn What profits me that I am born ? All my Delight, my Joy is gone, Nor know I Peace, 'till Thou return : Thee may I feek 'till I attain; And never may we part again. 14 From all Eternity with Love Unchangeable Thou haft me view'd.; Ere knew this beating Heart to move, Thy tender Mercies me purfu'd : Ever with me may they abide, And clofe me in on ev'ry Side. 1 5 Still let thy Love point out my Way, (How wondrous Things thy Love hath wrought !) Still lead me left I go aftray, Direft my Work, infpire my Thought : And when I fall, foon may I hear Thy Voice, and know that Love is near. 1 6 In SufF'ring- be thy Love my Peace, In Weaknefs be thy Love my Pow'r; And when the Storms of Life mail ceafe, JESU, in that important Hour, In Death as Life be Thou my Guide, And fave me, who for me haft died ! GOD's Love to Mankind. From the fame. OGOD, of Good th'unfathom'd Sea, Who would not give his Heart to Thee f Who would not love Thee with his Might? O JESU, Lover of Mankind, Who would not his whole Soul and Mind With all his Strength to Thee unite ? 2 Thou HYMNS # >; POEMS. 105 2 Thou min'ft with everlafting Rays ; Before the unfufferable Blaze Angels with both Wings veil their Eyes : Yet free as Air thy Bounty ftreams On all thy Works j thy Mercy's Beams DifFufive as thy Sun's ariie. 3 Ailonifh'd at thy frc/ ,iing Brow,. Earth, Hell, ar.d Heav'ns itrong Pillars bow, Terrible Majeity is Thine ! Who then can that vaft Love exprefs Which bows Thee down to me, who lefs Than nothing am, 'till Thou art mine ? 4 High-thron'd on Heav'ns eternal Hill, In Number, Weight, and Meafure ftill Thou fweetly ord'reft all that is : And yet Thou deign'ft to come to me, And guide my Steps, that I with Thee Enthron'd may reign in endlefs Blifs. 5 Fountain of Good, all Bleffing flows From Thee ; no Want thy Fulnefs knows : What but Thyfelf canft Thou defire ? Yes : Self-fufficient as Thou art, Thou doit defire my worthlefs Heart, This, only this Thou doft require. 6 Primeval Beauty ! in thy Sight The firft-born, faireft Sons of Light See all their brightest Glories fade What then to me thy Eyes could turn, In Sin conceiv'd, of Woman born, A Worm, a Leaf, a Biaft, a Shade ? 7 Hell's Armies tremble at thy Nod, And trembling own th' Almighty GOD, Sov 'reign of Earth, Air, Hell and Sky. K 2 Bur ic6 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. But who is This that comes from far, Whofe Garments roll'd in Blood appear ? 'Tis GOD made Man for Man to die ! 8 O GOD of Good th'unfathom'd Sea, Who would not give his Heart to Thee ? Who would not love Thee with his Might ? O JESU, Lover of Mankir.n, Who would not his whole Soul and Mind With all his Strength to Thee unite ? GOD's GREATNESS. From the fame. GOD, Thou bottomlefs Abyfs, Thee to Perfection who can know ? O Height immenfe ! what Words fuffice Thy countlefs Attributes to mow : Unfathomable Depths Thou art ! O plunge me in thy Mercy's Sea; Void of true Wifdom is my Heart, With Love embrace and cover me. While Thee All-infinite I fet By FAITH before my ravim'd Eye, My Weaknefs bends beneath the Weight, O'erpower'd I fink, I faint, I die. 2 Eternity thy Fountain was, Which, like Thee, no Beginning knew ; Thou wait e'er Time began his Race, Ere glow'd with Stars th'Etheriai Blue : Greatnefs unfpeakable is Thine, Greatnefs, whofe undiminim'd Ray, When fhort liv'd Worlds are loft, mall mine, When Earth and Heav'n are fled away. Unchan- HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 107 Unchangeable, all-perfect LORD, Effential Life's unbounded Sea, What lives and moves, lives by thy Word, . It lives, and moves, and is from Thee. 3 Thy Parent Hand, thy forming Skill Firm fix'd this Univerfal Chain ; Elfe empty, barren Darknefs ftill Had held his unmolefted Reign : Whate'er in Earth, or Sea, or Sky Or fhuns, or meets the wand ring Thought, Efcapes or ftrikes the fearching Eye, By Thee was to Perfection brought. High is thy Pow'r above all Height: Whate'er thy Will decrees is done : Thy Wifdom equal to thy Might Only to Thee, O GOD, is known. f 4 Heaven's Glory is thy awful Throne, Yet Earth partakes thy gracious Sway j Vain Man ! thy Wifdom Folly own, Loft is thy Reafon's feeble Ray. What his dim Eye could never fee, Is plain and naked to thy Sight ; What thickeit Darknefs veils, to Thee Shines clearly as the Morning Light. In Light Thou dwell'fl: : Light that no Shade No Variation ever knew : And Heav'n and Hell fund all difplay'd, And open to thy piercing View. 5 Thou, true and only GOD, lead'ft fortk Th'immortal Armies of the Sky : Thou laugh'ft to fcorn the Gods of Earth ; Thou thunder'ft, and amaz'd they fly. With down-caft Eye th'Angelick Choir Appear before thy awful Face, Trembling they ftrike the golden Lyre, And thro' Heav'ns Vault refound thy Praife, K. 3 I* i. .8 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. In Earth, in Heav'n, in all Thou art : The confcious Creature feels thy Nod, Whofe forming Hand on every Part Impreft the Image of its GOD. 6 Thine, LORD, is Wifdom, Thine alone; Juftice, and Truth before Thee fland ; Yet nearer to thy facred Throne Mercy with-holds thy lifted Hand. Each Ev'ning fhews thy tender Love, Each rifing Morn thy plenteous Grace ; Thy waken'd Wrath doth flowly move, Thy willing Mercy flies apace. To thy benign, indulgent Care, Father, this Light, this Breath we owe, And all we have, and all we are From Thee, great Source of Being flow. 7 Parent of Good, thy bounteous Hand Inceffant Bleflings down diftills, And all in Air, or Sea, or Land With plenteous Food and Gladnefs fills. All Things in Thee live, move, and are, Thy Pow'r infus'd doth all fuftain ; Ev'n thofe thy daily Favours mare Who thanklefs fpurn thy eafy Reign. Thy Sun Thou bidft his genial Ray Alike on All impartial pour ; To all who hate or blefs thy Sway Thou bidit defcend the fruitful Show'r. $ Yet while at length, \vho fcorn'd thy Might Shall feel Thee a coniuming Fire, How fweet the Joys, the Crown how bright Of thofe who to thy Love afpire ! All Creatures praife th' Eternal Name I Ye Hofls that to his Courts belong, Cherubic Quires, Seraphic Flames, ke tJve everlafiing Song. Thrlcr HYMNS aril SACRED POEMS. lop Thrice Holy, Thine the Kingdom is, The Pow'r omnipotent is Thine, And when created Nature dies Thy never-ceaiing Glories fliine. HYMN on the Titles of CHRIST. ARISE, my Soul, arife Thy SAVIOUR'S Sacrifice! All the Names that Love conld find, All the Forms that Love could take JESUS in Himfelf has join'd, Thee, my Soul his own to make. Equal with GOD, moft High, He laid his Glory by : He, th' Eternal GOD, was born, Man with Men He deign'd t'appear, Objeft of his Creature's Scorn, Pleas 'd a Servant's Form to wear. Hail everlafting LORD, Divine, Incarnate Word! Thee let all my Pow'rs confefs, Thee my lateft Breath proclaim ; Help, ye Angel Choirs, to blefs, Shout the lov'd Immanuef^ Name. Fruit of a Virgin's Womb The promis'd Blefling's come: CHRIST the Father's Hope of old, CHRIST the Woman's conqu'ring Seed, CHRIST the SAVIOUR! long foretold, Born to bruife the Serpent's Head. Refulgent from afar See the bright Morning Star! See no HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. See the Day-fpritig from on high Late in deepeft Darknefs rife, Night recedes, the Shadows fly, Flame with Day the Op'ning Skies .' 6 Our Eyes on Earth furvey The Bazling Sheckinab! Bright, in endlefs Glory bright, Now in Fkfh He ftoops to dwell, GOD of GOD, and Light of Light, Image of th'Invifible. 7 He mines on Earth ador'd The Presence of the LOR.D: GOD, the mighty GOD and true, GOD by higheft Heav'n confeft, Stands difplay'd to Mortal View, GOD Supreme, for ever bleft. JESU ! to Thee I bow Th'Almighty's Fellow Thou .' Thou, the Father's Only Son ; Pleas'd He ever is in Thee, Juft and Holy Thou alone, Full of Grace and Truth for Me. 9 High above ev'ry Name JESUS, the great IAM\ Bows to JESUS ev'ry Knee, Things in Heav'n, and Earth, and Hell, Saints adore Him, Demons flee, Fiends, and Men, and Angels feel. 10 He left his Throne above Emptied of all, but Love: Whom the Heav'ns cannot contain GOD vouchfaf d a Worm t'appear, LORD of Glory, Sen of Man, Poor, and vile, and abjecl here. ii His HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, in 1 1 His own on Earth he fought His own receiv'd Him not : Him, a Sign by All blafphem'd, Outcaft and defpis'd of Men, Him they all a Madman deem'd, Bold to feoff the Nazarine. 1 2 Hail Galilean King ! Thy humble State I fmg ; Never mail my Triumphs end, Hail derided Majefty, JESUS, hail! the Sinner's Friend, Friend of Publicans and Me ! 1 3 Thine Eye obferv'd my Pain, Thou good Samaritan ! Spoil'd I lay, and bruis'd by Sin, Gafp'd my faint expiring Soul, Wine and Oil thy Love pour'd in, Clos'd my Wounds, and made me whole. *4 Hail the Life-giving LORD, Divine, Engrafted Word ! Thee the Life my Soul has found, Thee the Refurreciion prov'd : Dead I heard the Quick' ning Sound, Own'd thy Voice ; Believ'd, and Lov'd ! 1 5 With Thee gone up on high I live, no more to die : Firft and Laft, I feel Thee now, Witnefs of thy Empty Tomb, Alpba and Omega Thou Walt, and Art, and Art to come ! lid HTMN i HYMNS ami SACRED POEMS. H a HTMN to CHRIST. AVIOUR, the World's and Mine, Was ever Grief like Thine ! Thou my Pain, my Curfe haft took, All my Sins were laid on Thee ; Help me, LORD ; to Thee I look, Draw me, SAVIOUR, after Thee. 'Tis done .' My G O D hath died, My Love is Crucify 'd! " Break this ftony Heart of mine, Pour my Eyes a ceafelefs Flood, Feel, my Soul, the Pangs Divine, Catch, my Heart, the lifting EJood ! When, O my GOD, fhall I For Thee fubmit to die ? How the mighty Debt repay, Rival of thy Paffion prove ? Lead me in Thyfelf the Way, Melt my Hardnefs into Love. To Love is all my Wifh, I only live for This - Grant me, LORD, my Heart's Defire, There by FAITH for ever dwell: This I always will require Thee and only Thee to feel. Thy Pcw'r I pant to prove Rooted and fix'd in Love, Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's Might, Wiic to fathom Things Divine, What the Length, and Breadth, and Height, What the Depth of Love like Thine. 6 Ah? HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 115 Ah ! give me This to know With all thy Saints below. Swells my Soul to compafs Thee, Galps in Thee to live and move, Fill'd with All the Deity, Ah 1 immeril and loft in Love ! S' Ill" HTAfN to CHRIST. 'TI L L, O my Soul, prolong The never-ceafing Song ! CHRIST my Theme, my Hope, my Joy; His be all my Happy Days, Praife my ev'ry Hour employ, Ev'ry Breath be fpent in Praife. His would I wholly be Who hVd and died for me : Grief was all his Life below, Pain, and Poverty, and Lofs : Mine the Sins that bruis'd Him fo, Scourg'd, and nail'd him to the Crofs. He bore the Curfe of All, A Spotlefs Criminal : Burthen'd with a World of Guilt, Blacken'd with Imputed Sin, Man to fave his Blood he fpilt, Died, to make the Sinner clean. Join Earth and Heav'n to blefs The LORD our Rigbteoufnefs ! Myft'ry of Redemption This, This the SAVIOUR'S ftrange Defign, Man's Offence was Counted His, Ours is Ricrhteoufnefc Divine. Far ii4 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, Far as our Parent's Fall The Gift is come to All : Sinn'd we All, and died in one ? Juft in One we All are made, CHRIST the Law fulfill'd alone, Dy'd for All, for All Obey'd. In Him compleat we mine, . His Death, his Life is Mine. Fully am I juftify'd, Free from Sin, and more than free ; Guiltlefs, fmce for Me He dy'd, Righteous, fince He Liv'd for Me ! JESU ! to Thee I bow, Sav'd to the Utmoft now. O the Depth of Love Divine ! Who thy Wifdom's Stores can tell? Knowledge infinite is Thine, All thy Ways Unfearchable ! Hymn to CHRIST the King. JESU, my G O D and King, Thy Regal State I fing. Thou, and only Thou art great, High thine Everlafting Throne j Thou the Sov'reign Potentate, Bleft, Immortal Thou alone. Eflay your choiceft Strains, The King Mejfiah reigns ! Tune your Harps, Celeftial Quire, Joyful all, your Voices niife, CHRIST than Earth-born Monarchs higher, Sons of Men and Angels praife. 3 Hail HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 115 Hail your dread LORD and Ours, Dominions, Thrones, and Pow'rs ! Source of Pow'r He rules alone: Veil your Eyes, and proflrate fall, Caft your Crowns before his Throne, Hail the Caufe, the LORD of all! Let Earth's remoteft Bound With echoing Joys refound ; CHRIST to praife let all confpire: Praife doth all to CHRIST belong ; Shout ye firft-born Sons of Fire, Earth repeat the Glorious Song. Worthy, O LORD, art Thou That ev'ry Knee fhould bow, Every Tongue to Thee confefs, Univerfal Nature join, Strong and Mighty Thee to blefs, Gracious, Merciful, Benign? Wifdom is due to Thee, And Might, and Majefty : Thee in Mercy rich we prove ; Glory, Honour, Praife receive, Worthy Thou of all our Love, More than all we pant to give. Juftice and Truth maintain Thine Everlaftiag Reign. One with Thine Almighty Sire, Partner of an Equal Throne, King of Hearts, let all confpire, Gratefully thy Sway to own. 8 Prince of the Hofts of G O D, Difplay thy Pow'r abroad : Strong u Fairer than the Sons of Men, Confecrate their Hearts to Thee. 1 1 Wide Earth's remoteft Bound Full of thy Praife is found : And all Heav'ns eternal Day With thy {breaming Glory flames ' All thy Foe., mall melt away From th'inlufferable Beams. 1 2 O LOTRD, O G O D of Love, Let Us thy Mercy prove ! King of all with pitying Eye Mark the Toil, the Pains we feeh 'Midit the Snares of Death we lie, 'Midft the banded Pow'rs of Hell. 1 3 Arife, ftir up thy Pow'r Thou death! efs Conqueror! Help us to obtain the Prize, Help us well to clofe our Race j That with Thee above the Skies Endlete Joys we may poffefs.. L 3 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. ^MORNING HYMN. 1 " QEE the Day-fprir.g from afar ij> " Ulher'd by the Morning-Star! Hafte ; to Him who fends the Light, Hallow the Remains of Night. 2 Souls, put on your glorious Drefs, Waking into Righteoulnefs : Cloath'd with CHRIST afpire to mine, Radiance He of Light Divine ; 3 Beam of the Eternal Beam, He in GOD, and GOD in Him! Strive we Him in Us to fee, Tranfcript of the Deity. 4 Burft we then the Bands of Death, Rais'd by his all-quickning Breath ; Long we to be loos'd from Earth, Struggle into fecond Birth. 5 Spent at length is Nature's Night ; CHRIST attends to give us Light, CHRIST attends Himfelf to give ; GOD we now niay fee, and live. 6 Tho' the Outward Man decay ; Form'd within us Day by Day Still the Inner Man we view, CHRIST creating all Things New. 7 Turn, O turn us, LORD, again, Raifer Thou of Fallen Man ! Sin deftroy, and Nature's Boaft, SA v i o u R Thou of Spirits Loft ! 8 Thy HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 121 Thy great Will in Us be done : Crucified and dead Oar own, Ours no longer let us be ; Hide us from Ourfelves in Thee ? Thou the Life, the Truth, the Way, Suffer us no more to ftray ; Give us, LORD, and ever give Thee to know, in Thee to live ! ANOTHER. From the German. 1 I E S U, thy Light again I view, .1 Again thy Mercy's Beams I fee, And all within me wakes, anew To pant for thy Immenfity : Again my Thoughts to Thee afpire In fervent Flames of ftrong Delire. 2 But O I what Offering (hall I give To Thee, the LORD of Earth and Skies? My Spirit, Soul, and Flei"h receive , An holy, living Sacrifice : Small as it is, 'tis all my Store : More mouldft Thou have if I had more. 3 Now then, my GOD, Thou haft my Soul ; No longer mine, but Thine I am : Guard Thou thy own ; pofTefs it whole, Chear it by Hope, with Love inflame. Thou haft my Spirit ; there difplay Thy Glory, to the perfed Day. 4 Thou haft my Flefti ; Thine hallow'd Shrine, Devoted folely to thy Will : Here let thy Light for ever mine. This Houfe ftill let thy Prefence fiH : O Source of Life, live, dwell, and move In Me, 'till all my Life be Love. 5 O 122 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 5 O never in thefe Veils of Shame, Sad Fruits of Sin, my Glorying be ? Cloath with Salvation thro' thy Name My Soul, and may I put on Thee f Be living FAITH my coftly Drefs, And my belt Robe thy Righteoufnefs ! 6 Send down thy Likenefs from above, And let this my Adorning be : Cloath me with Wifdom, Patience, Love, With Lowlinefs, and Purity, Than Gold and Pearls more precious far, And brighter than the Morning-Star. 7 LORD, arm me with thy Spirit's Might, Since I am call'd by thy great Name : In Thee my wandring Thoughts unite, Of all my Works be Thou the Aim. Thy Love attend me all my Days, And my fole Bufinefs be thy Praife ! CHRIST protecting and fanftifying* From the fame. 1 /^JESU, Source of calm Repofe, \^J Thy Like nor Man, nor Angel knows, Faireft among ten thoufand fair! Even thofe whom Death's fad Fetters bound, Whom thickeft Darknefs compaft round, Find Light and Life, if Thou appear. 2 Effulgence of the Light Divine, Ere rolling Planets knew to mine, Ere Time its ceafelefs Courfe began ; Thou, when th'appointed Hour was come, Didft not abhor the Virgin's Womb, But GOD with GOD wert Man with Man. 3 The HYMNS anil SACRED POEMS. 1 3 The World, Sin, Death oppofe in vain, Thou by thy dying Death hail: (lain, My great Deliverer, and my GOD! In vain does the old Dragon rage, In vain all Hell its Pow'rs engage ; None canwithftand thy conqu'ring Blood. 4 LORD over all, fent to fulfil Thy gracious Father's fov'reign Will, To thy dread Scepter will I bow : With duteous Rev'rence at thy Feet, Like humble Mary, lo, I fit : Speak, LORD, thy Servant heareth now. 5 Renew Thine Image, LORD, in me, Lowly and gentle may I be ; No Charms but thefe to Thee are dear : No Anger mayft Thou ever find, No Pride in my unruffled Mind, But FAITH and heav'n-born Peace be there. 6 A patient, a victorious Mind That, Life and all Things caft behind, ' Springs forth obedient to thy Call ; An Heart, that no Defire can move, But ftill t'adore, believe, and love, Give me, my LORD, my Life, my All. Supplication for Grace. From the fame. O GOD of GOD, in whom combine The Heights, and Depths of Love Divine, With thankful Hearts to Thee we fmg : To Thee our longing Souls afpire In fervent Flames of flrong Defire : Come, and thy facred Undtion bring. 2 All 124 HYMNS ami SACRED POEMS. 2 All Things in Earth, and Air, and Sea Exift, and live, and move in Thee : All Nature trembles at thy Voice : With Awe ev'n we thy Children prove Thy Pow'r : O let us tafte thy Love; So evermore ihall we rtjoice. 3 O pow'rful Love, to Thee we bow, Objeft of all our Wifties Thou, (Our Hearts are naked to Thine Eye) To Thee, who from th' Eternal Throne Cam'ft, empty'dcf thy Godhead, down For us to groan, to bleed, to die. 4 Grace we implore ; when Billows roll Grace is the Anchor of the Soul ; Grace ev'ry Sicknefs knows to heal : Grace can fubdue each fond Defire, And Patience in all Pain infpire, Howe'er rebellious Nature fwell. 5 O Love, our ilubborn Wills fubdue, Create our ruin'd Frame anew ; Difpel our Darknefs by thy Light : Into all Truth our Spirit guide, But from our Eyes for ever hide All Things difpleafing in thy Sight. 6 Be Heav'n ev'n now our Soul's Abode, Hid be our Life with CHRIST in GO D, Our Spirit, LORD, be One with Thine : Let all our Works in Thee be wrought, And fill'd with Thee be all our Thought, 'Till in us thy full Likenefs mine. HYM>: HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 125 HYMN to the HOLY GHOST. 1 /"^OME, HOLY GHOST, all-qaickning Fire, V_>i Come, and in me delight to reft! Drawn by the Lure of ilrong Delire, O come, and confecrate my Breaft : The Temple of my Soul prepare, And fix thy facred Prefence there ! 2 If now Thine Influence I feel, If now in Thee begin to live ; Still to my Heart Thyfelf reveal, Give me Thyfelf, for ever give : A Point my Good, a Drop my Store : Eager I aflc, and pant for more. 3 Eager for Thee I afk and pant, So ftrong the Principle Divine Carries me out with fweet Conftraint, 'Till all my hallow'd Soul be Thine : Plung'd in the Godhead's deepeft Sea, And loft in Thine Immenfity. 4. My Peace, my Life, my Comfort now, My Treafure, and mine All Thou art ! True Witnefsof my Sonfhip Thou, Engraving Pardon on my Heart : Seal of my Sins in CHRIST forgiv'n, Earneft of Love, and Pledge of Heav'n. 5 Come then, my GOD, mark out Thine Heir, Of Heav'n a larger Earneft give, With clearer Light thy Witnefs bear, More fenfibly within me live : Let all my Pow'rs Thine Entrance feel, And deeper ftamp Thyfelf the Seal. Come HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 6 Come, HOLY GHOST, all-quick'ning Fire, Come, and in me delight to reft ! Drawn by the Lure of ftrong Defire, O come, and confecrate my Breaft : The Temple of my Soul prepare, And fix thy facred Prefence li.ere ! Upon the Dejcent of the HOLY GHOST on the Day of Pentecojl. Alter d from Dr. H. More. 1 TT 7HEN CHRIST had left his Flock below, y V The Lofs his faithful Flock deplor'd : Him in the Flefh no more they know, And languifh for their abfent LORD. 2 Not long for He gone up on high Gifts to receive, and claim his Crown, Beheld them forrowing from his Sky, And pour'd the Mighty Bkffing down. 3 He, for the Prefence of his Flefh, The Spirit's feven-fold Gifts imparts, And living Streams their Souls refrefh, And Joy divine overflows their Hearts. 4 While all in fweet Devotion join'd, Humbly to wait for GOD, retire, The promis'd Grace in rufhing Wind Defccnds, and cloven Tongues of Fire. 5 GOD's mighty Spirit fills the Dome, The feeble Dome beneath him {hook, Trembled the Crowd to feel him come, Soon as the Sons of Thunder fpoke. Father] HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 117 6 Father ! if juftly ftill we claim To Us and Ours the Promife made, To Us be gracioufly the fame, And crown with Living Fire our Head, 7 Our Claim admit, and from above Of Holinefs the Spirit fhow'r, Of wife Difcernment, humble Love, And Zeal, and Unity, and Pow'r. 8 The Spirit of convincing Speech Of Pow'r demonftrative impart, Such as may ev'ry Confcience reach, And found the Unbelieving Heart. 9 The Spirit of refining Fire, Searching the Inmoft of the Mind, To purge all fierce and foul Delire, And kindle Life more pure and kind. 10 The Sp'rit of FAITH in this thy Day To break the Pow'r of cancel' d Sin, Tread down its Strength, o'erturn its Sway, And ftill the Conqueft more than win. 1 1 The Spirit breath of Inward Life Which in our Hearts thy Laws may write ; Then Grief expires, and Pain, and Strife, 'Tis Nature all, and all Delight. 12 On all the Earth thy Spirit mow'r, The Earth in Righteoufnefs renew ; Thy Kingdom come, and Hell's o'erpow'r, And to thy Scepter all fubdue. 1 3 Like mighty Wind, or Torrent fierce Let it Oppofers .11 o'er-riui, And ev'ry Law of Sin reverfe, That FAITH and Love may make all one. M 14 Yea iz8 HYMNS find SACRED POEMS. 1 4 Yea, let thy Spirit in ev'ry Place Its Richer Energy declare, While lovely Tempers, Fruits of Grace, The Kingdom of" thy CHRIST prepare. 15 Grant this, O Holy GOD, and True f The Antient Seers Thou didit infpire : To Us perform the Promife due, Defcend, and crown us Now with Fire. PUBLICK WORSHIP. From the German. 1 T Oj G O D is here ! let us adore j And own, how dreadful is this Place f Let all within us feel his Pow'r, And filent bow before his Face. Who knows his Pow'r, his Grace who prove, Serve him with Awe, with Rev'rence love. 2 Lo, G O D is here ! Him Day and Night Th'united Quires of Angels fing : To Him enthron'd above all Height Heav'n's Hoft their nobleft Praifes bring : Difdain not, LORD, our meaner Song, Who praife Thee with a flamm'ring Tongue. 3 Gladly the Toys of Earth we leave, Wealth, Pleafure, Fame, for Thee alone : To Thee our Will, Soul, Flefh we give ; O take, O feal them for Thine own. Thou art the G O D ; Thou art the LORD : Be Thou by all thy Works ador'd ! 4 Being of Beings, ,may our Praife Thy Courts with grateful Fragrance fill, Still may we ftand before thy Face, Still hear and do thy fov'reign Will : and SACRED POEMS. 129 To Thee may all our Thoughts arife, Ceafelefs, accepted Sacrifice ! r In Thee we move. All Things of Thee Are fall, Thou Source and Life of All ! Thou vaft, unfathomable Sea ! Fall proftrate, loft in Wonder, fall, Ye Sons of Men ; for G OD is Man ! All may we lofe, fo Thee we gain ! 6 As Flow'rs their op'ning Leaves difplay, And glad drink in the Solar Fire, So may we catch thy ev'ry Ray, So may thy Influence us infpire i Thou Beam of the Eternal Beam ! Thou purging Fire, Thou quietening Flame ! PRAYER to CHRIS ? before the SACRAMENT. From the fame. Thou, whom Sinners love, whofe Care Doth all our Sicknefs heal, Thee we approach with Heart fmcere, Thy Pow'r we joy to feel. To Thee our humbleft Thanks we pay, To Thee our Souls we bow ; Of Hell erewhile the helplefs Prey, Heirs of thy Glory now. As Incenfe to thy Throne above O let our Pray'rs arife .' O wing with Flames of Holy Love Our living Sacrifice. M 2 Stir 150 HYMNS arid SACRED POEMS. Stir up thy Strength, O LORD of Might, Our willing Breafts infpire : Fill our whole Souls with heav'nly Light, Melt with Seraphick Fire. 3 From thy bleft Wounds our Life we draw ; Thine all-atoning Blood Daily we drink with trembling Awe ; Thy Flefh our daily Food. Come, LORD, thy fov'reign Aid impart, Here make thy Likenefs mine, tamp thy whole Image on our Heart, And all our Souls be Thine. HYMN after the SACRAMENT. * QONSofGOD, triumphant rife, O Shout th'accomplim'd Sacrifice ! Shout Your Sins in CHRIST forgiv'n, Sons of GOD, and Heirs of Heav'n ! 2 Ye that round our Altars throng, LiiVning Angels join the Song : Sing with Us, ye Heav'nly Pow'rs, Pardon, Grace, and Glory Ours ! 3 Love's Myfterious Work is done .' Greet we now th'atoning Son, Heal'd and quicken'd by his Blood, Join'd to CHRIST, and one with GOD. 4 CHRIST, of all oor Hopes the Seal ; Peace Divine in CHRIST we feel, Pardon to our Souls applied : Dead for All, for Me he died ! 5 Sin fhall tyrannize no more, Purg'd its Guilt, diffolv'd its Pow'r ; JESUS axel SACRED POEMS. 131 JESUS makes our Hearts his Throne, There He lives, and reigns alone. 6 Grace our ev'ry Thought controuls, Heav'n is open'd in our Souls, Everlafting Life is won, Glory is on Earth begun. 7 CHRIRT in Us ; in Him we fee Fulnefs of the Deity: Beam of the Eternal Beam; Life Divine we tafte in Him ! 8 Him we tafte ; but wait to know Mightier Happinefs below, Him when fully Ours we prove, Ours the Heav'n of perfect Love! ACTS ii. 41, &c. '" * H E Word pronounc'd, the Gofpsl-Word, I The Crowd with various Hearts receiv'd : In many a Soul the SAVIOUR ftir'd, Three thoufand yielded, and believ'd. Thefe by th'Apoffles' Counfels led, With them in mighty Pray'rs combin'd, Broke the Commemorative Bread, Nor from the Fellowfhip declin'd. G O D from above, with ready Grace And Deeds of Wonder, guards his Flocfe^ Trembles the World before their Face, By JESUS crum'd, their Conqu'ring Rock. M 132 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 4 The happy Band whom CHRIST redeems, One only Will, one Judgment know: None this contentious Earth efteems, Diilinctions, or Delights below. 5 The Men of worldly Wealth poffeft Their Selfifh Happinefs remove, Sell, and divide it to the reft, And buy the Bleffed.iefs of Love. 6 Thus in the Prefence of their GOD, JESUS their Life, and Heav'n their Care, With fmgle Heart they took their Food Heighten'd by Eucharift and PrayV. 7 G O D in their ev'ry Work was prais'd: The People blefs'd the Law benign : Daily the Church, his Arm had rais'd, Receiv'd the Sons of Mercy in. To be funs' at Work. O N of the Carpenter, receive This humble Work of mine ; Worth to my meaneft Labour give, By joining it to Thine, c Servant of all, to toil for Man Thou wou'dft not, LORD, refufe: Thy Majefty did not difdain To be employ'd for us. g Thy bright Example I purfue, To Thee in all Things rife, And all I think, or fpeak, or do, Is one great Sacrifice. 4 Carelefs HYMNS and SACRED POEMS, i 4 Carelefs thro' outward Cares I go, From all Diftradion free : My Hands are but engag'd below, My Heart is ftill with The. 5 O when wilt Thou my Life appear ! How gladly would I cry, 'Tis done, the Work Thou gav'ft me here, 'Tis finifh'd, LORD and die. ANOTHER. U M M O N ' D my Labour to renew, And glad to act my Part, LORD, in thy Name, my Talk I do, And with a finale Heart, s * End of my every Action Thou ! Thy felf in All I fee: Accept my hallow'd Labour now ; I do it unto Thee, 3 Whatever the Father views as Thine, He views with gracious Eyes : JESUS! this mean Oblation join To thy great Sacrifice. 4 Stampt with an Infinite Defert My Work he then mail own ; Well pleas'd in Me, when mine Thou art, And I his favourite Son ! GOD with us. From the German. T E R NA L Depth of Love Divine In JESUS, GOD-with-Us, difplay'4, How bright thy beaming Glories mine .' How wide thy healing Streams are fpread ! 134 HYMNS ami SACRED POEMS. With whom doft Thou delight to dwell? Sinners, a vile, and thanklefs Race : O GOD ! what Torgue aright can tell How vaft thy Love, how great thy Grace ! 2 The Didates of thy Sov'reign Will With Joy our grateful Hearts receive: All thy Delight in us fc;ifill, Lo ! all we are to Thee we give. To thy fure Love, thy tender Care, Our Flefli, Soul, Spirit we rtfign; O ! fix thy facred Prefence there, And feel th' Abode for ever Thine. 3 O King of Glory, thy rich Grace Our (hort Defires furpaffes far ! Yea, ev'n our Crimes, tho' numberlefs, Lefs num'rous than thy Mercies are. Still on Thee, Father, may we reft ! Still may we pant thy Son to know ! Thy Sp'rit ftill breath into our Breaft, Fountain of Peace, and Joy below ! 4 Oft have we feen thy mighty Pow'r, Since from the World Thou mad'ft us free: Still may we praife Thee more and more, Our Hearts more firmly knit to Thee 5 Still, LORD, thy faving Health difplay, And arm our Souls with heav'nly Zeal : So, fearlefs {hall we urge our Way Thro' all the Pow'rs of Earth and Hell J GOD our Portion. From the Spanifli. GOD, my G O D, my All Thou art Ere fhines the Dawn of rifing Day, Thy fov'reign Light within my Heart, . Thine all-enliv'ning Pow'r difplay. O HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 135 2 For Thee my thirfty Soul does pant, While in this defert Land I live : And hungry as I am, and faint, Thy Love alone can Comfort give. 3 In a dry Land behold I place My whole Defire on Thee, O LORD : And more I joy to gain thy Grace Than all Earth's Treafures can afford. 4 In Holinefs within thy Gates Of old oft have I fought for Thee : Again my longing Spirit waits That Fulneis of Delight to fee. 5 More dear than Life itfelf thy Love My Heart and Tongue mail ftill employ, And to declare thy Praife will prove My Peace, my Glory, and my Joy. 6 In bleffing Thee with grateful Songs My happy Life mall glide away ; The Praife that to thy Name belongs Hourly with lifted Hands I'll pay. 7 Abundant Sweetnefs, while I fmg Thy Love, my ravifh'd Soul o'erflows, Secure in Thee, my GOD and King, Of Glory that no Period knows. 8 Thy Name, O LORD, upon my Bed Dwells on my Lips, and fires my Thought, With trembling Awe in midnight Shade, I mufe on all Thine Hands have v\-rought. 9 In all I do I feel Thine Aid; Thei^fore thy Greatnefs will I fing, O GOD, who bidft my Heart be glad Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing. 10 My 1^6 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 10 My Soul draws nigh, and cleaves to Thee ; Then let or Earth or Hell affail, Thy Mighty Hand (hall fet me free, For whom Thou fav'il, He ne'er mail fail. Gratitude for our Converficn. From the German. 1 r I^H E E will I love, my Strength, my Tower, JL Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown, Thee will I love with all my Power, In all my Works and Thee alone ! Thee will I love 'till the pure Fire Fill my whole Soul with chail Defire. 2 Ah ! why did I fo late Thee know, Thee, lovelier than the Sons of Men ! Ah f why did I no fooner go To Thee, the only Eafe in Pain ! Afham'd I figh, and inly mourn That I fo late to Thee did turn. 3 In Darknefs willingly I ftray'd ; I fought Thee, yet from Thee I rov'd : For wide my wandring Thoughts were fpread, Thy Creatures more than Thee I lov'd : And now, if more at length I fee, 'Tis thro' thy Light, and comes from Thee. 4 I thank Thee, Uncreated Sun, That thy bright Beams on me have (hin'd ; I thank Thee, who haft overthrown My Foes, and heal'd my wounded Mind : I thank Thee, whofe enliv'ning Voice Bids my freed Heart in Thee rejoice. 5 Uphold HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 137 e Uphold me in the doubtful Race, Nor differ me again to ftray : Strengrhen my Feet, with fteady Pace Still to prefs forward in thy Way : My Soul, and Flem, O LORD of Might, Fill, fatiate with thy heav'nly Light. 5 Give to my Eyes refrefhing Tears, Give to my Heart chart, hallow'd Fires, Give to my Soul with Filial Fears The Love that all Heav'n's Hoft infpiies : That all my Pow'rs with all their Might In thy fole Glory may unite. 7 Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ! Thee will I love my LORD, my GOD! Thee will I love, beneath thy Frown Or Smile, thy Scepter or thy Rod : What tho' my Flem and Heart decay ? Thee mail I love in endlefs Day ! BOLDNESS in the GOSPEL. From the fame. H A L L I, for fear of feeble Man, Thy Spirit's Courfe in me reftrain ? Or undifmay'd, in Deed and Word Be a true Witnefs to my LORD ? 2 Aw'd by a Mortal's Frown, mail I Conceal the Word of GOD moft high ? How then before Thee mall I dare To ftand, or how Thine Anger bear ? 3 Shall I, to footh th' unholy Throng, Soften thy Truths, and fmooth my Tongue ? To gain Earth's gilded Toys, or flee The Crofs, eudur'd, my GOD, by Thee ? 138 HYMNS and SACRED POMES. 4 What then is He whofe Scorn I dread ? Whofe Wrath or Hate makes me afraid ? A Man J an Heir of Death ! a Slave To Sin ! a Bubble on the Wave f 5 Yea let Man rage ! fmce Thou wilt fpread Thy fhadowing Wings around my Head : Since in all Pain thy tender Love Will ftill my fweet Refrefhment prove. 6 SAVIOUR of Men ! thy fearching Eye Doth all mine inmoft Thoughts defcry -. Doth ought on Earth my Wifhes raife ; Ox the World's Pleafures, or its Praife ? 7 The Love of CHRIST doth me conftrain To feek the wandring Souls of Men : With Cries, Intreaties, Tears, to fave, To fnatch them ftom the gaping Grave. 8 For this let Men revile my Name, No Crofs I fhun, I fear no Shame : All hail, Reproach, and welcome Pain ! Only thy Terrors, LORD, reftrain. 9 My Life, my Blood, I here prefent ; If for thy Truth they may be fpent, Fulfil thy fov'reign Counfel, LORD! Thy Will be done ! thy Name ador'd ! 10 Give me thy Strength, O GOD of Pow'rf Then let Winds blow, or Thunders roar ! Thy faithful Witnefs will I be ; 'Tis fat : I can do all thro' Thee F ANOTHER HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. ANOTHER. 1 /CAPTAIN of my Salvation, hear! \^> Stir up thy Strength and bow the Skies ; Be Thou, the G O D of Battles, near; In all thy Majeily arife ! 2 The Day, the dreadful Day's at hand ! In Battle cover Thou my Head : Part is thy Word : I here demand, And confident expect Thine Aid. 3 Now arm me for the threatning Fight, Now let thy Power defcend from high, Triumphant in thy Spirit' sJVIight So mall I every Foe defy. 4 I aft thy Help ; by Thee fent forth Thy glorious Gofpel to proclaim, Be Thou my Mouth, and make the Earth, And fpread by Me Thine awful Name. 5 Steel me to Shame, Reproach, Difgrace, Arm me with all Thine Armour now, Set like a Flint my fteady Face, Harden to Adamant my Brow. 6 Bold may I wax, exceeding bold My high Commiffion to perform, Nor ihrink thy harlheft Truths t'unfold, But more than meet the gathering Storm. 7 Adverfe to Earth's rebellious Throng, Still may I turn my fearlefs Face, Stand as an Iron Pillar ftrong, And ftedfaft as a Wall of Brafs. N 8 Give 140 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Give me thy Might, Thou G O D of Power ; Then let or Men or Fiends affail, Strong in thy Strength, I'll ftand a Tower Impregnable to Earth or Hell. Congratulation to a Friend, upon Be- lieving in CHRIST. 1 T T 7 H A T Morn on Thee with fweeter Ray, V V Or brighter Luftre e'er hath fhin'd? Be bleft the Memorable Day That gave Thee JESUS CHRIST to find! Gave Thee to tafle his Pard'ning Grace, From Death to Life in Him to pafs J 2 O how diverfify'd the Scene, Since firft that Heart began to beat ! Evil and few thy Days have been : In Suff 'ring, and in Comfort, great, Oft haft Thou groan'd beneath thy Load, And funk into the Arms of GOD ! 3 Long did all Hell its Pow'rs engage, And fill'd thy darken'd Soul with Fears : Baffled at length the Dragon's Rage, At lengt'.i th' Atoning Blood appears : Thy Light is come, thy Mourning's o'er, Look up ; for Thou fha.lt weep no more. 4 Bleft be the Name that fets Thee free, The Name that fure Salvation brings ! The Sun of Righteoufnefs on Thee Has rofe with Healing in his Wings: Away let Grief and Sighing flee ; JESUS has died for Thee for Thee ! c And HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 141 5 And will He now forfake his own, Or lofe the Purchafe of his Blood? No ! for He looks with Pity down, He watches over Thee for Good ; Gracious He eyes Thee from above, And guards, and feeds Thee with his Love. 6 Since Thou waft precious in his Sight, How highly favoi"Cd haft Thou been I Upborn by FAITH to Glory's Height, The SAviouR-GOD thine Eyes have feen, Thy Heart has felt its Sins forgiv'n, And taftes Anticipated Heav'n. 7 Still may his Love thy Fortrefs be, And make Thee ftill his darling Care, Settle, confirm, and ftablifh Thee, On Eagles Wings thy Spirit bear, Fill Thee with Heavenly Joy, and fhed His choiceft Bleffings on thy Head. 8 Thus may He comfort Thee below* Thus may He all his Graces give : Him but in part Thou here canft know : Yet here by FAITH fubmit to live ; Help Me to fight my Paflage thro', Nor feize thy Heav'n, 'till I may too. 9 Or if the Sov'reign wife Decree Firft number Thee among the Bleft, (The only Good I'd envy Thee) TranfL'.ting to an earlier Reft ; Near in thy lateft Hour may I Inftruft, and learn of Thee, to die. 10 Mixt with the Quire? that hover round And all the Adverfe Powers contrbul, Angel of Peace may I be found To animate thy parting Soul, N 2 Point 142 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. Point out the Crown, and fmooth thy Way To Regions of Eternal Day. 1 1 Fir'd with the Thought, I fee Thee Now Triumphant meet the King of Fears ! Stedfaft thy Heart, ferene thy Brow ; Divinely confident appears Thy mounting Soul, and fpreads abroad, And fwells to be diffolv'd in GOD. 1 2 Is this te Soul fo late weigh'd down By Cares and Sins, by Griefs and Pains ! Whither are all thy Terrors gone ? JESUS for Thee the VicVry gains; And Death, and Sin and Satan yield To Faith's unconquerable Shield. j 3 Blefs'd be the GOD, that calls Thee home; Faithful to Thee his Mercies prove : Thro 1 Death's dark Vale he bids Thee come, And more than conquer in his Love ; Robes Thee in Righteoufnefs Divine, And makes the Crown of Glory Thine ! HYMN for CHRISTMAS-DAY. ARK how all the Welkin rings " Glory to the King of Kings, " Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, "GOD and Sinners reconcil'd! 2 Joyful all ye Nations rife, Join the Triumph of the Skies, Univerfal Nature fay " CHRIST the LORD is born to Day! 3 CHRIST, by higheft Heav'n ador'd, CHRIST, the Everlafting Lord, Late HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 143. Late in Time behold him come. Offspring of a Virgin's Womb. 4 Veil'd in Flefli, the Godhead fee, Hail th' Incarnate Deity ! Pleas' d as Man with Men t'appear JESUS our Immanuelhere ! 5 Hail the Heav'nly Prince of Peace ! Hail the San of Righteoufnefs ! Light and Life to All he brings, Ris'n with Healing in his Wings. 6 Mild he lays his Glory by ; Born ; that Man no more may die, Born ; to raife the Sons of Earth, Born ; to give them Second Birth. 7 Come, Defire of Nations, come, Fix in Us thy humble Home, Rife, the Woman's Conquering Seed, Bruife in Us the Serpent's Head. 8 Now difplay thy faving Pow'r, Ruin'd Nature now reftore, Now in Myltic Union join Thine to Ours, and Ours to Thine. 9 Adam's Likenefs, LORD, efface, Stamp thy Image in its Place, Second Adam from above, Reinftate us in thy Love. 10 Let us Thee, tho' loft, regain, Thee, the Life, the Heav'nly Man : O! to All Thyfelf impart, Form'd in each Believing Heart. N 3 HYST*. /44- HYMNS ancl SACRED POEMS. HYMN for the EPIPHANY j QO N S of Men, behold from far, O Hail the long-expecled Star ! Jacobs Star that gihib the Night, Guides bewilder'a Nature right. 2 Fear not hence that 111 fhould flow, Wars or Peftilence below, Wars it bids and Tumults ceafe, Ufhering in the Prince of Peace. 3 Mild he fhines on all beneath, Piercing thro' the Shade of Death, Scatt'ring Error's wide-fpread Night, Kindling Darknefs into Light. 4 Nations all, far off arx3 near, Hafte to fee your GOD appear? Hafte, for Him your Hearts prepare ; Meet him manifefted there ! 5 There behold the Day-fpring rife, Pouring Eye-fight on your Eyes, G O D in his own Light furvey, Shining to the Perfect Day. 6 Sing, ye Morning-ftars, again, GOD defcends on Earth to reign, Deigns for Man his Life t'employ ; Shout, ye Sons of GOD, for Joy ! HYMN for EASTER-DAY. C HRIST the LORD is ris'n To-day," Sons of Men and Angels fay, Raife HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 145 Raife your Joys and Triumphs high, Sing ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply. 2 Love's Redeeming Work is done, Fought the Fight, the Battle won, Lo! our Sun's EcKpfe is o'er, Lo ! He fets in Blood no more, 3 Vain the Stone, the Watch, the Seal ; CHRIST hath burft the Gates of Hell! Death in vain forbid-; his Rii'e: CHRIST hath open'd Paradife I 4 Lives again our glorious King, Where, O Death, is now t'iy Sting ? Once He died our Souls to fave, Where thy Vi&ory, O Grave ? 5 Soar we now, where CHRIST has led, Following our Exalted Head, Made like Him, like Him we rife: Ours the Crofs ; the Grave ; the Skies. 6 What tho' once we perifti'd All, Partners of our Parent's Fall, Second Life we All receive, In our Heav'nly Adam live. 7 Ris'n with Him, we upward move, Still we feek the Things above, Still purfue, and kifs the Son, Seated on his Father's Throne ; 8 Scarce on Earth a Thought bellow, Dead to all we leave below, Heav'n our Aim, and lov'd Abode, Hid our Life with CHRIST in GOD} 9 Hid; 9 Hid; 'till CHRIST our Life appear, Glorious in his Members iiere : Join'd to Him, we then fhall fhine All Immortal, all Divine ! i a Hail the LORD of Earth and Heav'n ! Praife to Thee by both be giv'n : Thee we greet Triumphant now j Hail the Refurreclion Thou ! 1 1 King of Glory, Soul of Blifs, Everlafting Life is This, Thee to know, thy Pow'r to prove, Thus to fing, and thus to love ! HYMN for ASCENSION-DAY, 1 T TA I L the Day that fees Him rife, X JL Ravilh'd from our wifhful Eyes ; CHRIST awhile to Mortals giv'n, Re-a'cends his native Heav'n ! 2 There the pompous Triumph waits, " Lift your Heads, Eternal Gates, " Wide unfold the radiant Scene, " Take the King of Glory in ! 3 Circled round with Angel Powers, Their Triumphant LORD, and Ours, Conqueror over Death and Sin, Take the King of Glory in ! 4 Him tho' higheft Heav'n receives, Still He loves the Earth He leaves ; Tho' returning to his Throne, Still He calls Mankind his own. See! HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 147 5 See ! He lifts his Hands above, See ! He fhews the Prints of Love ! Hark ! His gracious Lips beftow Bleflings on his Church below ! 6 Still for us his Death he pleads ; Prevalent, He intercedes ; Near Himfelf prepares our Place, Harbinger of human Race. 7 Matter, (will we ever fay) Taken from our Head To-day ; See thy faithful Servants, fee ! Ever gazing up to Thee. 8 Grant, tho' parted from our Sight, High above yon azure Height, Grant our Hearts may thither rife, Following Thee beyond the Skies. 9 Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the Wings of Love, Looking when our LORD fhall come, Longing, gafping after Home. i o There we fhall with Thee remain, Partners of thy endlefs Reign, There thy Face unclouded fee, Find our Heav'n of Heav'ns in Thee ! HYMN for WH i TSUND A y. RANTED is the SAVIOUR'S Prayer, _ Sent the gracious Comforter; Promife of our Parting LORD, JESUS to his Heav'n reftor'd: 2 CHRIST; 14.8 HVMNS and SACRED POEMS. 2 CHRIST; who now gone up on high, Captive leads Captivity, While his Foes from Him receive Grace, tiiut GOD with Man may live. 3 GOD, theeverMing GOD, Makes with Mortals his Abode, Whom the Heavens cannot contain, He vouchlafes to dwell with Man. 4 Never will he thence depart, Inmate of an humble Heart ; Carrying on his Work within, Striving 'till he caft out Sin. 5 There He helps our feeble Moans, Deepens our imperfect Groans ; Intercedes in Silence there, Sighs th' Unutterable Prayer. 6 Come, Divine and peaceful Gueft, Enter our devoted Breaft j' HOLY GHOST, our Hearts infpire, Kindle there the Gofpel-Fire. 7 Crown the agonizing Srife, Principle, and LORD of Life ; Life Divine in us renew, Thou the Gift and Giver too ! 8 Now defcend and make the Earth, Wake us into Second Birth ; Now thy quick'ning Influence give, Blow ; and thefe dry Bones mail live \ 9 Brood Thou o'er our Nature's Night, Darknefs kindles into Light ; Spread Thine overmadowing Wings, Order from Confufion fprings. 10 Pain HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 149 10 Pain and Sin, and Sorrow ceafe, Thee we talte and all is Peace ; Joy Divine in Thee we prove, Light of Truth, and Fire of Love. GRACE before MEAT. 1 T) A R E N T of Good, whofe plenteous Grace JL O'er all thy Creatures flows, Humbly we afk thy Pow'r to blefs The Food thy Love bellows. 2 Thy Love provides the fober Feaft : A Second Gift impart, Give us with Joy our Food to talte And with a Single Heart. 3 Let it for Thee new Life afford, For Thee our Strength repair, ' Bleft by thine all-fuftaining Word, And fanftify'd by Prayer. 4 Thee let us tafte ; nor toil below For periftiable Meat : The Manna of thy Love beftow, Give us thy Flefli to eat. 5 Life of the World, our Souls to feed Thyfelf defcend from high ! Grant us of Thee the Living Bread To eat, and never die ! 150 HYMNS a>:d SACRED POMES. At MEALS. A T H E R, our Eyes we lift, to Thee, And tafte our daily Bread : 'Tis now Thine Open Hand we fee, And on thy Bounty feed. 2 'Tis now the meaner Creatures join Richly thy Grace to prove ; Fulfil thy primitive Defign, Enjoy'd by thankful Love. 3 Still, while our Mouths are fili'd with Good, Our Souls to Thee we raife ; Our Souls partake of nobler Food, And banquet on thy Praife. 4 Yet higher ftill our fartheft Aim ; To mingle with the Bleft, T'attend the Marriage of the Lamb, And Heaven's Eternal Feaft. GRACE after MEAT. LEST be the GOD, whofe tender Care Prevents his Children's Cry, Whofe Pity providently near Doth all our Wants fupply. 2 Bleft be the GOD, whofe Bounteous Store Thefe chearing Gifts imparts ; Who veils in Bread, the fecret Power That feeds and glads our Hearts. 3 Fountain of Bleffings, Source of Good, To Thee this Strength we owe, Thou art the Virtue of our Food, Life of our Life below. When HYMNS and SACRED POEMJ. ijr 4 When mall our Souls regain the Skies, Thy Heav'nly Sweetnefs prove ; Where Joys in all their Fulnefs rife, And all our Food is Love I ANOTHE R. 1 T7OUNTAIN of all the Good we fee JC Streaming from Heav'n above, Saviour, our Faith we aft on Thee, And exercife our Love. 2 'Tis not the Outward Food we eat Doth this new Strength afford, 'Tis Thou, whofe Prefence makes it Meat, Thou the Life-giving Word. 3 Man doth not live by Bread alone : Whatever Thou wilt can feed ; Thy Power converts the Bread to Stone, And turns the Stone to Bread. 4 Thou art our Food : We tafle Thee now, In Thee we move and breath, Our Bodies only Life art Thou, And all befides is Death ! JOHN xvi. 24. and ye fiall receive, that your Joy may be full. \ T> I S E my Soul, with Ardor rife, AV Breathe thy Wifiies to the Skies ; Freely pour out all thy Mind, Seek, and Thou art fure to find ; O Ready 152 HYMNS and SACRED Ready art Thou to receive ? Readier is thy G O D to give. 2 Heavenly Father, LORD of all, Hear, and fhew Thou hear'fi my Call ; Let my Cries thy Throne afliiil Entering Now within the Veil : Give the Benefits I claim : LORD, I afk in JESU'S Name .' 3 Friend of Sinners, King of Saints, Anfwer my minuteft Wants, All my largeft Thoughts require, Grant me all my Hearts Defire, Give me, 'till my Cup run o'er, All, and infinitely more. 4 Meek and lowly be my Mind, Pure my Heart, my Will refign'd : Keep me dead to all below, Only CHRIST refolv'd to know, Firm, and difengag'd, and free, Seeking all my Biiis in Thee. 5 Suffer me no more to grieve, Wanting what Thou long'ft to give, Shew me all thy Goo'dnefs, LORD, Beaming from th'Incarnate Word, CHRIST, in whom thy Glories mine, Efflux of the Light Divine. 6. Since the' Son hath rrade me free,, Let me tafte my Liberty, Thee behold with open Face, Triumph in thy Saving Grace, Thy great Will delight to prove, Glory in thy perfect Love. 7. Since HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 153 7 Since the Son hath bought my Peace, Mine I fee, whate'er is His ; Mine the Comforter I fee, CHRIST is full of Grace for me : Mine (the Purchafe of his Blood) All the Plenitude of G O D. 8 Abba, Father ! hear thy Child Late in JESUS reconciTd! Hear, and all the Graces mower, All the Joy, and Peace, and Power, All my SAVIOUR afks above, All the Life of Heaven of Love. 9 LORD, I will not let Thee go, Till THE BLESSING Thou beftow: Hear my Advocate Divine ; Lo ! to His my Suit I join : Join'd to His it cannot fail Blefs me, for I Will prevail ! 10 Stoop from thine Eternal Throne, See, thy Promife calls Thee down ! High and lofty as Thou art, Dwell within my worthlefs Heart f My poor fainting Soul revive ; Here for ever walk and live. 1 1 Heavenly Adam, Life Divine, Change my Nature into Thine : Move, and fpread throughout my Soul, Actuate and fill the whole : Be it I no longer now Living in the Flem, but Thou. O 2 12 HOLY 154 HYMNS and SACRED POEMS. 12 HOLY GHOST, no more delay, Come, and in thy Temple flay ; Now thine Inward Witnefs bear Strong, and permanent, and clear ; Spring of Life, Thy felf impart, Rife Eternal in my Heart ! PART **^ ****#*****:*******# PART THE THIRD. The PREFACE. Y Grace, faith Sf. Paul, ye are faved thro" 1 Faith. And it is indeed a great Saltation, which they have received, who truly believe on the Name of the Son of GO D. It is fuch as Eye hath not feen, nor Ear heard, neither hath it entered into the Heart of Man to conceive, until GOD hath rweafd it by his Spirit, which alone fheweth' thefe Deep GOD. 2. Of this Salvation the Prophets enquired dili- gently, fearching what Manner of Time the Spirit which ^was in them didjignify, 'when it teftified be- fore-hand the Sufferings of CHRIST, and the Glory that Jhculd follow ; even that Glorious Liberty from the Bondage of Corruption, which fhould then be given to the Children of GOD. Much more doth it behove us, diligently to enquire after this Prize of our high Calling, and earneftly /* hops for the Grace which is brought unto us by tlje Revelation of JESUS CHRIST. 3. Some faint Defcription of this Gracious Gift of G O D, is attempted in a few of the following Verfes. But the greater Part of them relate to the Way, rather than the End ; either mewing (fo far as has fallen under our Obfervation) the Succeffive Conquefts of Grace, and the gradual Procefs of the Work of GOD in the Soul; or pointing out the Chief Hindrances in the Way, at which many have Humbled and fallen. 4. This great Gift of GOD, the Salvation of ur Souls, which is begun on Earth, but perfect- A ed The PREFACE. <1 in Heaven, is no other than the Image of GOD frefh ftamp'd upon our Hearts. It is, a Renewal in the Spirit of our Minds after the Like- nefs of him that created us. It is a Salvation from Sin, and Doubt, and Fear : From Fear ; for being juftifed freely they nvbo believe have Peace with GOD, thro" 1 JESUS CHRIST our LORD, -and re- joice in Hope of the Glory of GO D : From Doubt ; for the Spirit of GOD beareth witnefs with their Spirit, that they are the Children of GO D: Ard from Sin ; for being now made free from Sin, they become the Servant l s of Right eoufneft. 5. G O D hath DIV laid the Axe to the Root of the Tree, purifying their Hearts by FA i T H, and tleanfing all the Thoughts of their Hearts, by the Jnfpiration of his Holy Spirit . Having this Hope, that they mall foon fee G O D as he is, they pu- rify tbemfel'ves even as he is Pure : And are holy as he