Sacred poetry. Consisting of psalms and hymns, adapted to Christian devotion, in public and private. / Selected from the best authors, with variations and additions. By Jeremy Belknap, D.D. ; Published according to act of Congress.

HYMNS.

Hymn. I. Long Metre. Persecution.

1

ABSURD and vain attempt! to bind With iron chains, the freeborn mind! To force conviction, and reclaim The wandering by destructive flame!

2

Bold arrogance, to snatch from heaven Dominion not to mortals given! O'er conscience to usurp the throne, Accountable to God alone.

3

Mad zeal! that fills the world with woe! That hurls down kingdoms at a blow! That wakens vengeance to devour The foes of antichristian power.

4

Jesus, thy gentle law of love, Does no such cruelties approve; Mild as thyself, thy doctrine wields No arms, but what persuasion yields.

5

By proof•• divine and reason strong, It draws the willing soul along; And conquests to thy church acquires, By eloquence, which heaven inspires.

6

O happy▪ who are th•••• compell'd To the rich feast, by Jesus held! May we this blessing know, and prize The light which liberty supplies.

SCOT.

Hymn II. Common Metre. The Resurrection of Christ.

1

AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn And pours increasing day.

2

This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.

3

Ten thousand differing lips shall join, To hail this welcome morn; Which scatters blessings from its wings▪ To nations yet unborn.

4

Jesus, the friend of human kind, With strong compassion mov'd,

Came from the bosom of his God, To save the souls he lov'd.

5

The powers of darkness leagu'd in vain, To bind his soul in death; He shook their kingdom when he fell, With his expiring breath.

6

Not long, the bands of death could keep The hope of Judah's line; Corruption never could take hold, On one so much divine.

7

Exalted high at God's right hand, And Lord of all below; Through him is pardoning love dispens'd, And endless blessings flow.

8

Now to our Saviour and our King, Glad homage let us give; And be prepar'd like him to die That with him we may live.

MRS. BARBAUL••.

Hymn III. Long Metre. Holy Resolution.

1

AH, wretched souls, who strive in vain! Slaves to the world and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win.

2

I would resolve with all my heart, With all my powers to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.

3

O be his service all my joy, Around let my example shine; Till others love the bless'd employ, And join in labours so divine.

4

Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determin'd choice; To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice.

5

O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wander from thy sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn IV. Common Metre. Watchfulness and Prayer.

1

ALAS what hourly dangers rise! What snares beset my way! To heaven, then let me lift my eyes, And hourly watch and pray.

2

How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears!

My weak resistance, all how va••••! How strong my foes and fears!

3

O gracious God, in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid, Help me to watch and pray and strive, Though trembling and afraid.

4

Increase my faith, increase my hope, When foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up, Or soon my strength will fail.

5

When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside; My God, thy powerful aid impart, My guardian and my guide.

6

Still keep me in thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee; And never, let me go astray, From happiness and thee.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn V. Long Metre. The Syro-Phenician Woman. Mat. xv.26, 27.

1

ALL-conquering faith! how high it rose! When heaven itself might seemt'oppose! All gracious Lord! who didst appear Most merciful when most severe!

2

Thus, at thy feet, our souls would ••••ll, And loudly thus for mercy call, "Thou Son of David, pity snow, And save us from th' infernal 〈◊〉〈◊〉

3

Though viler than the brutes we be, Our longing eyes would wait on thee, Who dost to dogs such grace afford, To taste the crumbs beneath thy board.

4

But thou the humble soul wilt raise, And all its sorrows turn to praise; Each self abasing broken heart Shall with thy children share a part.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn VI. Short Metre. Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star.

1

ALL hail mysterious King! Hail David's ancient root! Thou righteous branch, which thence did spring, To give the nations fruit.

2

Our weary souls shall rest, Beneath thy grateful shade; Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste, By thy blest fruit convey'd.

3

Fair morning star, arise! With ••••ing glories bright;

And pour on th••se awakning eyes, A stood of sacred light.

4

The horrid gloom is fled, Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray; Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead To everlasting day.

DODDRIDGE, altered.

Hymn VII. Common Metre. A Pillar in the heavenly Temple.

1

ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail! I bow to thy command, And own that David's royal key Well fits thy sovereign hand.

2

Open the treasures of thy love, And shed thy gifts abroad; Unveil to my rejoicing eyes, The temple of my God.

3

There as a pillar let me stand, On an eternal base; Uprear'd by thy almighty hand, And polish'd by thy grace.

4

There, deep engraven let me bear, The title of my God; And mark the new Jerusalem, As my secure abode.

5

In lasting characters inscribe Thy own beloved name; That endless ages there may read The great Immanuel's claim.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn VIII. Long Metre. Uncharitable Judgment.

1

ALL-knowing God, 'tis thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge from principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2

Who, among men, high Lord of all, Thy servants, to his bar, may call? Decide of heresy, and shake A brother o'er the flaming lake?

3

Who, with another's eye, can read? Or worship, by another's creed? Revering thy command alone, We humbly seek and use our own.

4

If wrong, forgive; accept, if right, Whilst faithful we obey our light; And, cens'ring none, are zealous still To follow, as to learn, thy will.

5

When shall our happy eyes behold Thy people, fashion'd in thy mould? And charity our lineage prove, Deriv'd from thee, O God of love?

SCOT.

Hymn IX. Long Metre. A Vision of the Lamb.

1

ALL mortal vanities, be gone! Nor tempt my eyes nor tire my ears; Behold before th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears!

2

Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power.

3

Lo! he receives a sealed book, From him that sits upon the throne! Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look, On dark decrees and things unknown.

4

All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb; And in new songs of gospel sound, Address their honours to his name.

5

Our voices join the heavenly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing▪

Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, To be our saviour and our king.

6

Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell, With thine inestimable blood; And wretches who did once rebel Are now made servants of their God.

7

Worthy forever is the Lord. Who dy'd for treasons not his own▪ By every tongue to be ador'd, And reign upon his father's throne.

WATTS.

Hymn X. Common Metre. The Marriage of the Lamb.

1

ALL ye who faithful servants are Of our almighty king, Both high and low, and small and great, His praise devoutly sing.

2

Let us rejoice and render thanks, To his most holy name; Rejoice, rejoice, for now is come The marriage of the Lamb.

3

His bride herself has ready made, How pure and white her dress! This is the saint's integrity, And spotless holiness.

4

How happy then is every one, Who to the marriage feast; And holy supper of the Lamb, Is call'd, a welcome guest.

TATE.

Hymn XI. Particular Metre. Submission to the Divine Will.

1

ALMIGHTY King of heaven above, Eternal source of truth and love, And Lord of all below, With reverence and religious fear, Permit thy suppliants to draw near, And at thy feet to bow.

2

Thy sovereign fiat form'd 〈◊〉〈◊〉 first, Thy breath can blow us back to dust, Frail, sinful, mortal clay; 'Tis thine undoubted right to give, Those earthly blessings we receive; And thine to take away.

3

All things are under thy control, Eternal wisdom rules the whole, Educing good from ill; Submissive therefore we resign, Our wills are swallow'd up in thine, In thy most holy will.

4

In heaven above, thy will is done, There, angels wa•••• around thy throne, Thy counsels to obey; Adoring at thy feet they fall, Confess thee, sovereign Lord of all, And own thy powerful sway.

5

Lord, may we join the heavenly throng, May mortals learn th' angelic song, Who dwell beneath the sun; May every tongue thy praise proclaim, This be the universal theme, "Jehovah's will be done."

Hymn XII. Short Metre. Humble Praise.

ALMIGHTY Maker, God, How ••ondrous is thy name! Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Throughout creation's frame.

2

Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t'express Thy goodness and thy praise.

3

In native white and red, The rose and lilly stand, And free from pride their beauties spread To show thy skillful hand.

4

The lark mounts up on high With unambitious song, And bears her maker's praise on high, Upon her artless tongue.

5

My soul would rise and sing, To her creator too; Fain would my tongue adore my king, And pay the worship due.

6

But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride that creeps securely in, And swells a wrethched worm.

7

Create my soul anew, Or all my worship's vain; This sinful heart will not be true Till it be form'd again.

8

In joy then let me spend, The remnant of my days; And to my God my soul ascend, In sweet perfume of praise.

WATTS.

Hymn XIII. Common Metre. Holy Fortitude.

1

AM I a soldier of the cross? A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, O•• blush to speak his name?

2

Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease? Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas?

3

Are there no foes for me to face? Must not I stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?

4

Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.

5

Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die; They view the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye.

6

When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine, In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine.

WATTS.

Hymn XIV. Common Metre▪ Christ our Example.

1

AND is the gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be, The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2

Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife; To Jesus let us lift our eyes, Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3

O how benevolent and kind! How mild, how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live.

4

To do his heav'nly father's will, Was his employment and delight; Humility and holy zeal Shone through his life divinely bright.

5

Dispensing good where'er he came, The labours of his life were love; Then, if we bear the Saviour's name, By his example let us move.

6

But, ah, how blind, how weak we are! How frail, how apt to turn aside! Lord we depend upon thy care, We ask thy spirit for our guide.

7

Thy fair example may we trace, To teach us what we ought to be; Make us, by thy transforming grace, O Saviour, daily more like thee.

Mrs. STEELE▪

Hymn XV. Short Metre. Triumph over Death.

1

AND must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine, Lie mouldering in the clay?

2

Corruption, earth and worms Shall but refine this flesh Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh.

3

Christ, my redeemer, lives, And often from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust Till he shall bid it rise.

4

Array'd in glorious grace, Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape, and every face Look heavenly and divine.

5

These lively hopes we owe To Jesu's dying love; We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above.

6

O Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise, With our immortal tongues.

WATTS.

Hymn XVI. Common Metre. For the New Year.

1

AND now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last.

2

Much of my dubious life is done, Nor will return again; And swift my passing moments run▪ The few that yet remain.

3

Awake, my soul, with utmost care, Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair? And what thy chief concern?

4

With the new year, which now begins, Begin thy race for heaven; Repent of all thy former sins, Reform and be forgiven.

5

Devoutly yield thyself to God, To him thyself commend; With zeal pursue the heavenly road, Nor doubt a happy end.

LIVERPOOL COLLECTION.

Hymn XVII. All Sevens Metre. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1

ANGELS, roll the stone away, Death, give up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb, Shining in immortal bloom.

2

'Tis the Saviour, Angels raise Your triumphant song of praise; Let the heaven's remotest bound Hear the joy inspiring sound.

3

Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes, Now to glory see him rise; Mark his progress through the sky, To the radiant world on high.

4

Heaven displays her chrystal gate; Enter in thy royal state; King of glory mount thy throne, 'Tis thy Father's and thy own.

5

Praise him all ye heavenly choirs, Strike with awe, your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapturous song, Let the strains be loud and strong.

6

To the list'ning nations tell, Sin o'erthrown and vanquish'd ••ell. Where is death's once dreaded king! Where, O monster, is thy sting!

SCOTT.

Hymn XVIII. Long Metre. The Sabbath.

1

ANOTHER six days work is done! Another Sabbath is begun! Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Inprove the day that God has bless'd

2

Come, praise the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to weary minds; Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven.

3

O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he who feels it knows.

4

This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.

5

With joy great God, thy works we view In various scenes both old and new; With praise we think on mercies past, With hope we future pleasures taste.

6

In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures pass away; The Sabbath thus we love to spend, In hope of one which ne'er shall end.

STENNET.

Hymn XIX. Six Line Long Metre. God's Name proclaimed to Moses.

1

ATTEND, my soul, the voice divine, And mark what beaming glories shine, Around thy condescending God: To us, he in his word proclaims His awful, his endearing names; Attend, and found them all abroad.

2

"Jehovah I, the sov'reign Lord, The mighty God by heaven ador'd, Down to the earth my footsteps bend: My heart the tenderest pity knows, Goodness full streaming wide o'erflows, And grace and truth shall never end.

3

"My patience long can crimes endure, My pardoning love is ever sure, When penitential sorrow mourns: To millions, through unnumbered years, New hope and new delight it bears, Yet wrath against the sinner burns."

4

Make haste, my soul, the vision meet, All prostrate at Jehovah's feet, And drink the tuneful accents in. Speak on, my Lord, repeat the voice, Diffuse these heart-expanding joys, Till heaven complete the rapt'rous scene.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn XX. Common Metre. The new Creation.

1

ATTEND, whilst God's exalted Son Doth his own glories shew; "Behold I sit upon my throne Creating all things new!

2

"Old things are wholly pass'd away And the first Adam dies; My hands a new foundation lay, See the new world arise!

3

"I'll be a sun of righteousness, To the new heavens I make; None but the new born heirs of grace My glories shall partake."

4

Mighty Redeemer, set me free, From my old state of sin; O make my soul alive to thee, Create new powers within.

5

Renew my eyes, and form my ears, And mould my heart afresh; Give me new passions, joys and fears, And turn the stone to flesh.

6

Far from the regions of the dead From sin and earth and hell; In the new world which grace hath made I would forever dwell.

WATTS.

Hymn XXI. Long Metre Glory in the Cross.

1

AT thy command, our blessed Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thy own flesh feeds every guest.

2

Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that died; We hope for heavenly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified.

3

Let the vain world pronounce its shame, And fling its scandals on the cause; We come to boast our Saviour's name, And make our triumph in his cross.

4

With joy, we tell the scoffing age, He that was dead hath left his tomb; He lives above their utmost rage, And we are waiting till he come.

WATTS.

Hymn XXII. Common Metre. The Incarnation of the Word.

1

AWAKE, awake the sacred ••ong, To our incarnate Lord! Let every heart and every tongue Adore the eternal Word.

2

That glorious Word, that sovereign power, By whom the worlds were made; O happy morn! illustrious hour! Was once in flesh array'd.

3

Then shone almighty power and love, In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left the world above, To dwell with sinful worms.

4

To dwell with misery below, The Saviour left the skies; And sunk to poverty and woe, That wretched man might rise.

5

Adoring angels tun'd their songs To hail the joyful day; With rapture then let mortal tongues Their grateful homage pay.

6

What glory, Lord, to thee is due! With wonder we adore; But could we sing as angels do We'd love and praise thee more.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn XXIII. Long Metre. Temptation without and within.

1

AWAKE, my soul, lift up thine eyes, See how thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.

2

See how rebellious passions rage, And fierce desire•• and lusts engage; See pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captive led.

3

I tread upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset me round; O let me then guard every part, But most, the traitor in my heart.

4

O teach thy servant how to wield Blest Saviour, thy immortal shield; Put on thy armour from above, Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

5

The terror and the charm repel, The smiles of earth, the frowns of hell; The tempter once thou didst subdue, O make me more than conqueror too.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Hymn XXIV. Hallelujah Metre. The Lord's Day Morning.

1

AWAKE our drowsy souls! Shake off each slothful band! The wonders of this day Our noblest songs demand. Auspicious morn, Thy blissful rays Bright seraphs hail, In songs of praise!

2

At thy approaching dawn, Reluctant death resign'd The glorious prince of life, In the dark vault confin'd. Th' angelic host Around him bends And midst their shouts, The Lord ascends.

3

All hail triumphant Lord! Heaven with hosanna rings; Whilst earth in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings. Worthy art thou, Who once wast slain, Thro' endless years, To live and reign.

4

Gird on, great King, thy sword, Ascend thy conquering car, Whilst justice, truth and love Maintain the glorious war. Victorious thou, Thy foes shalt tread, And sin and death, In triumph lead.

5

Make bare thy potent arm, And wing the unerring dart, With salutary pangs To each rebellious heart. Then dying souls, For life shall sue, Num'rous as drops, Of morning dew.

RIFFON's Colle••••••

Hymn XXV. Long Metre. The Christian Race.

1

AWAKE our souls, away our fears, Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.

2

True 'tis a straight and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and saint; If they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint.

3

The mighty God, whose powerful hand Has matchless works of wonder done; And shall endure, whilst endless years Their everlasting circles run.

4

From him, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a rich supply; Whilst those who trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop and die.

5

Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls will fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

WATTS.

Hymn XXVI. Long Metre. Benefit of Ordinances.

1

AWAY from every mortal care, Away from earth, our souls retreat; We leave this worthless world afar, And wait and worship near thy feat.

2

Lord, in the temple of thy grace, We bow before thee and adore; We view the glories of thy face, And learn the wonders of thy power.

3

Whilst here our various wants we mourn, United prayers ascend on high; And faith expects a sure return Of blessings in variety.

4

If Satan rage and sin grow strong, Here we receive some cheering word; We gird the gospel armour on, To fight the battles of the Lord.

5

Here, when our spirit faints and dies, And conscience smarts with inward stings; The sun of righteousness shall rise, With healing beams beneath his wings.

6

Here would our ravish'd souls abide, Or if from hence we must depart, Let neither life nor death divide Our God and Saviour from our heart.

WATTS altered.

Hymn. XXVII. Long Metre. The Word made Flesh.

1

BEFORE the heavens were spread abroad, From everlasting was the Word; With God he was, the Word was God, And by th' angelic host ador'd.

2

By his great power, were all things made, By him supported all things stand; He is the whole Creation's head, And Angels fly at his command.

3

Ere sin was born or Satan fell, He led the host of morning stars! Thy generation, who can tell? Or count the number of thy years?

4

But lo, he leaves these heavenly forms, The Word descends and dwells in clay; That he may converse hold with worms, Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.

5

Mortals with joy beheld his face, Th' eternal father's only Son;

How full of truth, how full of grace! When thro his eyes, the Godhead shone▪

6

Arch-angels leave their high abode, To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of Emmanuel.

WATTS.

Hymn XXVIII. Common Metre. Faith in the Promise of Salvation.

1

BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some lofty thing; The mighty works, or mighty name Of our eternal King.

2

Tell of his wond'rous faithfulness, Or sound his power abroad; Sing the b••est promise of his grace, And the performing God.

3

Proclaim salvation from the Lord, To sinful, dying men; His hand has writ the sacred word, With an unerring pen.

4

Engrav'd as in eternal brass, The gracious promise shines;

Nor shall the hand of time erase Those everlasting lines.

5

Then why these doubts and sad complaints? If Christ and we are one, The word extends to all the saints, Who humbly love the son.

6

By faith in this our souls have liv'd, And part of heaven possess'd; We'll praise him then for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest.

WATTS.

Hymn XXIX. Particular Metre. The Resurrection and Glory of Christ.

1

BEHOLD! the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the grave! His rising removes all our fears, And proves him almighty to save. How strong were his tears and his cries! The worth of his blood how divine! How perfect his great sacrifice, Who rose tho' he suffer'd for sin!

2

The man who was crowned with thorns, The man who on Calvary died, The man who bore scourging and scorn, Whom sinners agreed to deride;

Now blessed forever is made, And life has rewarded his pain; Now glory has crowned his head, This is the true lamb that was 〈◊〉〈◊〉

3

Believing we share in his joy, By faith 〈…〉〈…〉 of his rest, With him we can cheerfully die, For with him we hope to be blest. 'Tis Jesus the first and the last, Whose spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And crust him for all that's to come!

HART.

Hymn XXX. Common Metre. Praise to the Lamb of God.

1

BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb Amidst the father's throne! Prepare new honours for his name, And songs before unknown.

2

Let Elders worship at his feet, The Church adore around; With vials full of odours sweet, With harps of sweeter sound.

3

Those are the offer'd prayers of saints, And these the hymns they raise;

Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise.

4

Now, to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy remain, Forever on thy head.

5

Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free; Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee.

6

The worlds of nature and of grace, Are put beneath thy power; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promis'd hour.

WATTS.

Hymn XXXI. Short Metre. The Nativity of Christ.

1

BEHOLD the grace appears! The promise is fulfill'd; Mary, the wond'rous virgin bears, And Jesus is the Child.

2

To bring the glorious news, A heavenly form appears; He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears.

3

"Go humble swains, said he, To David's city fly; The promis'd infant born to day Doth in a manger lie.

4

With looks, and hearts serene, Go visit Christ your king." And strait a flaming choir was seen The shepherds heard them sing.

5

"Glory to God on high! And heavenly peace on earth! Good will to men, to angels joy, At the redeemer's birth!"

6

In worship so divine, Let saints employ their tongues; With the celestial host we join, And loud repeat their songs.

7

"Glory to God on high! And heavenly peace on earth! Good will to men, to angels joy, At our redeemer's birth."

WATTS.

Hymn XXXII. Common Metre. The Ignorance of Man.

1

BEHOLD the new born infant, griev'd With hunger, thirst and pain!

It cries to have its wants reliev'd, But knows not to complain.

2

Such childhood yet I must confess, Tho' long in years mature; Unknow•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 whence I feel distress, And whe•••• to seek its cure.

3

Author of good! to thee I turn; Thy ever watchful eye Alone, can all my wants discern, Thy hand alone supply.

4

O let thy fear within me dwell, Thy love my footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear, all fears beside.

5

And since, by error's force subdu'd, My oft misguided will Preposterous, shuns the latent good, And grasps the specious ill;

6

Not to my wish, but to my want, Do thou thy gifts apply; Unask'd, what good thou knowest, grant, What ill, tho' ask'd, deny.

MERRICK.

Hymn XXXIII. Long Metre. A grave and decent Deportment.

1

BEHOLD the sons and heirs of God So dearly bought with Jesu's blood! Are they not born to heavenly joys? And shall they stoop to earthly toys?

2

Can laughter feed th' immortal mind? Were spirits of celestial kind Made for a jest, for sport, for play, To wear out time and waste the day?

3

Doth vain discourse or empty mirth Well suit the honours of their birth? Shall they be fond of gay attire, Which children love, which fools admire?

4

What if we wear the richest vest? Peacocks and flies are better drest; This flesh with all its gaudy forms, Must drop to dust and feed the worms.

5

Lord, raise our hearts and passions higher, Touch our vain souls with sacred fire; Then, with a heaven-directed eye, We'll pass these glittering trifles by.

6

We'll look on all the toys below, With such disdain as angels do; And wait the call that bids us rise, To mansions promis'd in the skies.

WATTS.

Hymn XXXIV. Common Metre. The repenting Prodigal.

1

BEHOLD the wretch whose lust and wine Had wasted his estate! He begs a share among the swine, To taste the husks they eat.

2

"I die with hunger here, he cry'd, I starve in foreign lands; My Father's house has large supplies, And bounteous are his hands.

3

I'll go, and with a mournful tongue, Fall down before his face; Father, I've done thy justice wrong, Nor can deserve thy grace."

4

He said, and hastened to his home, To seek his Father's love; The Father saw the rebel come, And all his bowels move.

5

He ran and fell upon his neck, Embrac'd and kiss'd his son; The rebel's heart with sorrow brake, For follies he had done.

6

"Take off his clothes of shame and sin, The Father gives command; Dress him in garments white and clean▪ With rings adorn his hand.

7

A day of feasting I ordain, Let mirth and joy abound; My Son was dead, and lives again, Was lost, but now is found·"

WATTS.

Hymn XXXV. Short Metre. Adoption.

1

BEHOLD, what wond'rous grace The father hath bestow'd On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God!

2

'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son.

3

Nor doth it yet appear, How great we shall be made; But, when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our head.

4

A hope so much divine May tryals well endure; May cleanse our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure

5

If in our father's love, We share a filial part; Send down thy spirit like a dove, To rest upon our heart.

6

We would no longer lie, Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.

WATTS.

Hymn XXXVI. Long Metre. The better Part.

1

BESET with snares and fill'd with dread, In life's uncertain path we tread; Saviour divine, diffuse thy light, To guide our doubtful footsteps right.

2

Engage our roving treach'rous heart, To choose the wise, the better part; To scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that never fade away.

3

Then let the fiercest storms arise, Let tempests mingle earth and skies; No fatal shipwreck shall we fear, But all our treasure with us bear.

4

If then our Saviour still be nigh, Cheerful we live and joyful die; Secure when mortal comforts flee, To find a thousand worlds in thee.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn XXXVII. Long Metre. The Beatitudes.

1

BLEST are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.

2

Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows▪ A healing balm for all their woes.

3

Blest are the meek who stand afar, From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.

4

Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied and fed, With living streams and living bread.

5

Blest are the men whose bowels move, And melt with sympathy and love; From Christ the Lord, they shall obtain Like sympathy and love again.

Blest are the pure whose hearts are clean, From the defiling power of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.

7

Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God peace.

8

Blest are the sufferers, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesu's sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward.

WATTS.

Hymn XXXVIII. Common Metre. The Hope of the Resurrection.

1

BLEST be the everlasting God, The father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd.

2

When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky;

He gave our souls a lively hope, That they should never die.

3

What though his uncontrol'd decree Command our flesh to dust? Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must.

4

There's an inheritance divine Reserv'd against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot fade away.

5

Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home.

WATTS.

Hymn XXXIX. Common Metre. Benevolence rewarded.

1

BLEST is the man whose tender heart Feels all another's pain; To whom, the supplicating eye Was never rais'd in vain.

2

Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woe to feel;

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound, He wants the power to heal.

3

He spreads his kind supporting arms, To every child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unask'd relief.

4

To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views through mercy's melting eye, A brother in his foe.

5

Peace, from the bosom of his God, Peace shall to him be given; His soul shall rest secure on earth, And find its native heaven.

6

To him protection shall be shown; And mercy, from above Descend on those, who thus fulfill The perfect law of love.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Hymn XL. Particular Metre. The Gospel Jubilee.

1

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound! Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound,

The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2

Exalt the Son of God! The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption, by his blood, Through every land proclaim; The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3

Ye who have sold for nought, The heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesu's love. The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

4

Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live. The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

5

The Gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace; Ye happy souls, draw near, Behold your Saviour's face! The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

6

Jesus, our great high priest Has full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits, rest, Ye mournful souls be glad. The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn XLI. Long Metre. The incomprehensible GOD.

1

CAN creatures to perfection find The eternal uncreated mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out?

2

'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell, And what can mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky, And all the shining worlds on high.

3

God is a king of power unknown; Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dare oppose? Or ask him why or what he does?

4

He frowns, and darkness veils the moon; The fainting sun grows dim at noon; The pillars of heaven's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof.

5

He gave the vaulted heaven its form, The crooked serpent and the worm;

He breaks the billows, with his breath, And smites the sons of pride to death.

6

These are a portion of his ways! But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light! or stand, To hear the thunders of his hand?

WATTS.

Hymn XLII. Common Metre. God incomprehensible.

1

CELESTIAL King, our spirits lie, Trembling beneath thy feet; And wish and cast a longing eye, To reach thy lofty seat.

2

In thee, what endless wonders meet! What various glories shine! The dazzling rays too fiercely beat, Upon our fainting mind.

3

Angels are lost in glad surprize, If thou unveil thy grace; And humble awe runs thro' the skies, When wrath arrays thy face.

4

Created powers, how weak they be! How short our praises fall! So much akin to nothing, we, And thou, th' eternal all.

5

Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore; For the weak pinions of our minds Can stretch a thought no more.

SMART.

Hymn XLIII. Long Metre. The Presence of God mortifying us to the World.

1

COME blessed Lord, descend and dwell, By faith and love within our breast; Then shall we know, and taste and feel Such joys as cannot be express'd.

2

Come fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth and length Of thy unmeasurable grace.

••

Could we but pierce the veil, and see The glories of th' eternal skies; What little things these worlds would be! How despicable in our eyes!

4

Great all in all, eternal king! Could we but view thy glorious face, Then all our powers should join to sing Thy boundless wisdom and thy grace.

5

Now to the God, whose power in heaven And earth, has works of wonder done,

Be everlasting honours given, By all the Church, thro' Christ his son.

WATTS.

Hymn XLIV. Common Metre. Praise to God and the Lamb.

1

COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne; Ten thousand, thousands are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2

"Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us."

3

Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine; And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine.

4

Let all that dwell above the sky, And air and earth and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise.

5

The whole Creation join in one, To bless the sacred name, Of him who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.

WATTS.

Hymn XLV. Common Metre. The Joys of Heaven.

1

COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song.

2

Sorrow and pain and every care, And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy and love sincere Adorn the realms of peace.

3

The soul, from sin forever free, Shall mourn its power no more; But, cloth'd in spotless purity, Redeeming love adore.

4

There, on a throne, how dazzling bright, Th' exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight, On all the heavenly minds.

5

There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs; And endless honours to his name Employ their tuneful tongues.

6

Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, Our feeble no••es inspire; Ti••l, in thy blissful courts above, We join th' angelic choir.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn XLVI. Long Metre. Weary Souls invited to Rest.

1

COME, weary souls, with sin distress'd, Come and accept the promiss'd rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away.

2

Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, O come, and spread your woes to God; Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove.

3

Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes: Pardon and life and endless peace, How rich the gift, how free the grace!

4

Lord, we accept with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart; We come with trembling; yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice.

5

Great Saviour, let thy powerful love Confirm our faith, our fears remove; May that sweet influence in our breast, Prepare us for thy heavenly rest.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn XLVII. Short Metre. Heavenly Joy on Earth.

1

COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2

Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly king May speak their joys abroad.

3

This heavenly king is ours, Our father and our love; He will send down his heavenly powers, To raise our souls above.

4

There, we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in.

5

Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state,

The thought of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.

6

Then let our songs abound And every tear be dry! We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

WATTS.

Hymn XLVIII. Common Metre. Christ the King of Saints.

1

COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known; The sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before his throne.

2

Behold your king, your Saviour, crown'd With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round, How bright these glories shine.

3

Infinite power and boundless love In him unite their rays; You that his heav'nly influence prove, Can you forbear his praise?

4

When in his earthly Courts, we view, The glories of our King; We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing.

5

And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise; Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies.

6

O happy period! glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn XLIX. Common Metre. The happy End of the Christian Course.

1

DEATH may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow? Nor my salvation come?

2

With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.

3

God has laid up in heaven for me, A crown which cannot fade; The righteous judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head.

4

Nor hath the king of grace decreed This prize for me alone;

But all who hope and long to see Th' appearance of his Son.

5

Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe, From every ill design; And to his heavenly kingdom keep, This feeble soul of mine.

6

God is my everlasting aid, My portion and my friend; To him be highest glory paid, Through ages without end.

WATTS, altered.

Hymn L. Long Metre. Christ the Physician of the Soul.

1

DEEP are are the wounds which sin has made, Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain alas, is Nature's aid, The work exceeds her utmost power.

2

Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength in every part; The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart.

3

But can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh?

To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope forever fly?

4

Yes, there's a great physician near, Look up my fainting soul and live! See, in his heavenly smiles appear, Such help as nature cannot give!

5

See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health and bliss abundant slow! 'Tis only that dear, sacred flood, Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.

6

Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sovereign cure is found; A cordial for the fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn LI. Long Metre. The Sight of Christ in Heaven.

1

DESCEND, ye hosts of angels bright, And bear us on your guardian wings, Through regions of celestial light, Above the reach of earthly things.

2

Beyond this curtain of the sky, Up where eternal ages roll! Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3

O for a beatific sight Of our Almighty Father's throne! There sits our saviour, crown'd with light, Cloth'd with a body like our own.

4

Adoring faints around him stand, And heavenly powers before him fall; The God shines gracious thro' the man, And sheds bright glories on them all.

5

What joys unspeakable they feel! Whilst to their golden harps they sing; And echo from each heav'nly hill, The glorious triumph of their king.

6

O may the happy day draw nigh, When we shall rise to realms above; To join the music of the sky, And celebrate redeeming love.

WATTS, altered.

Hymn LII. Common Metre. Ardent Love to Christ.

1

DO not I love thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see; And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee.

2

Is not thy name melodious still To my enraptur'd ear?

Doth not my pulse with pleasure beat My Saviour's voice to hear?

3

Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to seed? Hast thou a foe, before whose face I fear thy cause to plead?

4

Would not my ardent spirit vie, With angels round thy throne, To execute thy sacred will, And make thy glory known?

5

Would not my heart pour out its blood, In honour of thy name? And challenge the cold hand of death, To damp th' immortal flame!

6

Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord; But how I long to soar, Above the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more!

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LIII. Long Metre. Christian Privileges and Obligations.

1

DOST thou my worthless name record, Free of thy holy city, Lord? Am I, a sinner, call'd to sha••e The precious privileges there?

2

Art thou, my king, my father styl'd? And I, thy servant and thy child? Whilst many of the human race Are aliens from thy Zion's grace?

3

Lo wretched millions draw their breath In lands of ignorance and death! But I enjoy my share of time, Within thy gospel's favour'd clime.

4

Shall I receive this grace in vain? Shall I my great vocation stain? Away, ye works in darkness wrought! Away, each sensual, wanton thought!

5

My soul I charge thee to excell, In thinking right and acting well; Deep let thy searching powers engage, Unbias'd in the sacred page.

6

Heighten the force of good desire, To deeds of shining worth aspire; More firm in fortitude, despise The world's seducing vanities.

7

Strong and more strong, thy passions rule, Advancing still in virtue's school; Contending still, with noble strife, To imitate thy Saviour's life.

SCOTT.

Hymn LIV. Common Metre. The only living and true GOD.

1

ETERNAL God, Almighty cause Of earth and sea and worlds unknown; All things are subject to thy laws, All things depend on thee alone.

2

Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possest; Control'd by none are thy commands; Thou from thyself alone art blest.

3

To thee alone ourselves we owe, To thee alone our homage pay; All other Gods we disavow, Deny their claims, renounce their sway.

4

In thee, O Lord, our hope shall rest, Fountain of peace and joy and love! Thy ••avour only makes us blest, Without thee, all would nothing prove.

5

Worship to thee alone belongs, Worship to thee alone we give; Thine be our hearts and thine our songs, And to thy glory we would live.

6

Spread thy great name thro' heathen lands, Their idol deities dethrone; Subdue the world to thy command, And reign, as thou art, God alone.

BROWN.

Hymn LV. Common Metre. The Consolations of Age.

••

ETERNAL God, enthron'd on high, Whom angel hosts adore; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, Thy presence I implore.

2

O guide me down the steep of age, And keep my passions cool; Teach me to scan the sacred page, And practise every rule.

3

My flying years, time urges on, My strength must soon decay; My friends, my youth's companions gone, Can I expect to stay?

4

Can I exemption plead, when death Projects his awful dart? Can med'cines then prolong my breath, Or cordials shield my heart?

5

But thou canst cheer my mortal hour, On thee my hope depends; Support me by almighty power, While dust to dust descends.

6

Then let my soul, O gracious God, Ascend to realms of day; And in that sacred blest abode, Its endless anthems pay.

7

Throughout the heaven's remotest bound Thy matchless love proclaim; And join the choir of saints that sound Their great Redeemer's name.

B. WILLIAMS's Collection.

Hymn LVI. Long Metre. Preserving Goodness.

1

ETERNAL God, I bless thy name, The same thy power, thy grace the same; The tokens of thy friendly care Open and close and crown the year.

2

Supported by thy guardian hand, Amidst ten thousand deaths I stand; And see, when I survey thy ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3

Thus far thy arm has led me on, Thus far I make thy mercy known; And whilst I tread this defart land, New mercies shall new songs demand,

4

My grateful voice on Jordan's shore Shall raise one sacred pillar more; Then bear, in thy bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.

T. GRAY.

Hymn LVII. Common Metre. Joy and Gratitude.

1

ETERNAL love! how large the sum, Of blessings from thy hand! To banish sorrow and be blest Is thy supreme command.

2

Joy is our duty, glory, health, The sunshine of the soul; The best return that we can make To him who plans the whole.

YOUNG.

3

Whatever, Lord, of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise.

4

Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee.

5

Let the blest hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence thro' my journey shine And crown my journey's end.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn LVIII. Long Metre. God exalted above all Praise.

1

ETERNAL power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of the God, Extending far beyond the bounds Where stars revolve inferior rounds.

2

The lowest step beneath thy seat Rises too high for Gabriel's feet In vain the tall arch-angel tries To reach its height, with wond'ring eyes.

3

Thy dazzling glory whilst he sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of thrones and powers around, Fall prostrate on the heav'nly ground.

4

Lord what shall earth and ashes do! We would adore our maker too; From lowest dust to thee we cry, The great, the holy and the high.

5

Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And men have learn'd to lisp thy name; But the full glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

6

God is in heaven and men below, Be short our hymns, our words be few,

A sacred reverence checks our songs, And praise is silent on our tongues.

WATTS.

Hymn LIX. Long Metre. Divine Goodness.

1

ETERNAL source of every joy Well may thy praise our lips employ; Whilst in thy temple we appear, Thy goodness crowns the circling year.

2

Wide as the earth and planets roll, Thy hand supports and cheers the whole; By thee, the sun is taught to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies.

3

The flowery spring, at thy command, Embalms the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

4

Seasons and months and weeks and days Demand successive hymns of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade.

5

O, may our more harmonious tongues, In worlds unknown, pursue the songs

And in those brighter Courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn LX. Long Metre. The Influences of the Divine Spirit.

1

ETERNAL Spirit, we confess, And sing the wonders of thy grace! Thy power conveys the blessings down, From God the Father and his Son.

2

Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day; Thy inward teachings make us know, Our danger and our refuge too.

3

Thy gentle influence works within, And breaks the chains of reigning sin; Doth our imperious lust subdue, And forms our wretched hearts anew.

4

The troubled conscience knows thy voice, It makes the broken heart rejoice; Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind.

WATTS.

Hymn LXI. Common Metre. Creating Wisdom.

1

ETERNAL wisdom! thee we praise, Thee, all thy creatures sing; With thy great name, rocks, hills and seas And heaven's high arches ring.

2

Thy hand! how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold! Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3

There, dost thou make the globes of light, Their endless circles run; There, the pale planets rule the night, And day obeys the sun.

4

The roaring winds stand ready there, Thy orders to obey; With spreading wings, they sweep the air, To make thy chariot way.

5

The rolling mountains of the deep Observe thy strong command; Thy breath can raise the billows steep Or sink them to the sand.

6

Thy glories blaze all nature round, And strike our feeble sight,

Thro' skies and seas and solid ground, With terror and delight.

7

Infinite strength and equal skill Shine through the worlds abroad; Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder God.

WATTS.

Hymn LXII. Long Metre. Christ exalted a Prince and a Saviour.

1

EXALTED Prince of life, we own The royal honours of thy throne; 'Tis fix'd by God's almighty hand, And Seraphs bow at thy command.

2

Exalted Saviour, we confess The sov'reign triumphs of thy grace; Where beams of gentle radiance shine, And temper majesty divine.

3

Wide thy resistless sceptre sway, Till all thy enemies obey; Wide may thy cross its virtue prove, And conquer millions by thy love.

4

Mighty to vanquish and forgive! Thine Israel shall repent and live; And loud proclaim thy healing breath, Which gives them life, who wrought thy death.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXIII. Common Metre. Walking by Faith.

1

FAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight; It pierces through the veil of sense, And dwells in heavenly light.

2

It sets time past in present view, Brings distant prospects home; Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come.

3

By faith we know the world was made By God's almighty word; We know the heavens and earth shall fade, And be again restor'd.

4

Abraham obey'd the Lord's command, From his own country driven; By faith he sought a promis'd land, But found his rest in heaven.

5

Thus thro' life's pilgrimage we stray, The promise in our eye; By faith we walk the narrow way, That leads to joy on high

Altered from WATTS.

Hymn LXIV. Long Metre. Preparation for religious Worship.

1

FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; From flesh and sense I would be free. And hold communion, Lord, with thee.

2

My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire; To see thy grace, to taste thy love, And feel thine influence from above.

3

When I can say that God is mine, When I can see thy glories shine; I tread the world beneath my feet, And all that men call rich and great.

4

Send comfort down from thy right hand, To cheer me in this barren land; And in thy temple, let me know, The joys that from thy presence flow.

Altered from WATTS.

Hymn LXV. Common Metre. The Success of the Gospel.

FATHER, is not thy promise sure To thy exalted Son?

That through the nations of the earth Thy word of life shall run!

2

"Ask and receive the heathen lands, For thine inheritance, And to the world's remotest ends Thy empire shall advance."

3

Hast thou not said, the blinded Jews, Shall their Redeemer own? Whilst Gentiles to his standard crowd, And bow before his throne?

4

Are not all kingdoms, tribes and tongues, Beneath the arch of heaven, To the dominion of thy son, Without exception given?

5

From east to west, from north to south Then be his name ador'd, Let earth with all its millions shout Hosanna to the Lord.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn LXVI. Common Metre. The Lord's Prayer.

1

FATHER of all! eternal mind! Thou great and good alone! Thy children form'd and bless'd by thee, Approach thy sacred throne.

2

Thy name in hallow'd strains be sung! We join the solemn praise, To thy great name, with heart and tongue, Our cheerful homage raise.

3

Thy righteous, mild and equal reign, Let every being own; And in our minds, thy work divine, Erect thy gracious throne.

4

As angels, round thy seat above, Thy blest commands fulfil; So may thy creatures, here below, Perform thy heavenly will.

5

On thee, we day by day depend, Our daily wants supply; And feed with truth and virtue pure, Our souls which never die.

6

Extend thy grace to every fault, And let thy love forgive; Teach us divine forgiveness too, Nor let resentment live.

7

Where tempting snares beset the way, Permit us not to tread; Avert the threat'ning evil near, From our unguarded head.

8

Thy sacred name we thus adore, And bow before thy throne; For kingdom, power and glory, Lord, Belong to thee alone.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn LXVII. Common Metre. The Universal Prayer.

1

FATHER of all! whose cares extend To earth's remotest shore; Thro' every age let praise ascend, And every clime adore.

2

Yet not to earth's contracted span, Thy goodness let me bound; Or think thee, Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round.

3

To thee, whose presence fills all space, The earth, the air, the skies; One chorus let all beings raise, All Nature's incense rise!

4

Father of all! whose tender care Does every want supply; To thee I pour the fervent prayer, And raise the filial eye.

5

What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away;

Who gratefully enjoys and lives Does the best homage pay.

6

Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent; At aught thy wisdom has deny'd, Or aught thy goodness lent.

7

Teach me to feel another's woe To hide the faults I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.

8

Let not this weak unknowing hand, Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal destruction round the land, On each I judge thy foe.

9

If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.

10

This day, be bread and peace my lot; But, all beneath the sun, Thou know it if best bestow'd or not; Then let thy will be done.

Altered from POPE.

Hymn LXVIII. Common Metre. Prudence.

1

FATHER of light! conduct my feet, Thro' life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring Me nearer to my God.

2

Let heav'n ey'd prudence be my guide, And when I go astray; Recall my feet from folly's path, To wisdom's better way.

3

Teach me in every various scene To keep my end in sight; And whilst I tread life's mazy track, Let wisdom guide me right.

4

That heavenly wisdom from above Abundantly impart; And let it guard, and guide, and warm, And penetrate my heart.

5

Till it shall lead me to thyself, Fountain of bliss and love; And all my darkness be dispers'd, In endless light above.

SMART.

Hymn LXIX. Long Metre. Praise for Rain and fruitful Seasons.

1

FATHER of light! we sing thy name, Who made the Sun to rule the day; Wide as he spreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display.

2

Fountain of good! from thee, proceed The copious showers of genial rain; Which, o'er the hill and thro' the mead, Revive the grass and swell the grain.

3

Through the wide world thy bounties spread; Yet thousands of our guilty race, Tho' by thy daily goodness fed, Transgress thy law, abuse thy grace.

4

Not so, shall our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care; But, what thy liberal hand imparts, Receive with praise and ask in prayer.

5

So shall the sun more grateful shine, And showers in welcome drops shall fall; When all our hearts and lives are thine, And thou, our God, enjoy'd in all.

6

Jesus! our brighter Sun, arise, In plenteous showers, thy spirit send,

Earth then shall grow to Paradise; And in celestial Eden end.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXX. Long Metre. At the Ordination of a Minister.

1

FATHER of mercies! in thy house, We pay our homage and our vows; Whilst with a grateful heart we share, Those pledges of our Saviour's care.

2

The Saviour, when to Heaven he rose, In splendid triumph o'er his foes; Scatter'd his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow.

3

Hence sprang th' Apostle's honour'd name, Sacred beyond heroic fame; Hence di••tates the prophetic sage, And hence the evangelic page.

4

In lower forms to bless our eyes, Pastors from hence and Teachers rise; Who, though with feebler rays they shine, Still mark a long extended line.

5

From Christ their varied gifts derive, And fed by him their graces live; Whilst guarded by his potent hand, Amidst the rage of hell they stand.

6

So shall the bright succession run, Through all the courses of the sun; Whilst unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish large and fair.

7

Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know, The spring whence all these blessings flow; Pastors and people shout his praise, Through the long round of endless days.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXI. Common Metre. The excellency and sufficiency of the Scriptures.

1

FATHER of mercies! in thy word What endless glory shines! Forever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines.

2

Here, may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Treasures beyond what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.

3

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast; Sublimer fruits than nature knows Invite the longing taste.

4

Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around;

And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.

5

O may these heavenly pages be Our study and delight; And still new beauties may we see, And still increasing light.

6

Divine instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near; Teach us to love thy sacred word, And view our Saviour there.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn LXXII. Common Metre. Love to our Neighbour.

1

FATHER of mercies! send thy grace, All powerful from above, To form, in our obedient souls, The image of thy love.

2

O may our sympathising breasts That generous pleasure know; Kindly to share another's joy And weep for others' woe.

3

When e'er the helpless sons of want In low distress are laid; Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid.

4

So Jesus look'd on wretched man, When seated in the skies; Amidst the glories of that world, He felt compassion rise.

5

On wings of love the Saviour flew, To raise us from the ground; And shed his rich and precious blood, A balm for every wound.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXIII. Long Metre. Humility.

1

FOLLY builds high upon the sand; But lowly let my basis be; Firm as a rock, my hope shall stand, Deep founded in humility.

2

Content, when threat'ning ills obtrude, Sweet, meek ey'd patience arm my soul; And let a prudent fortitude Teach me my passions to control.

3

My God, I long to know thee still, To love and fear and trust thee more; To live submissive to thy will, And whilst I feel thy grace, adore.

4

My faith and love, obedient be, O Saviour, to thy just commands! My arden•• soul still follows thee, And trusts her interest in thy hands.

5

Let love and mercy all divine, Justice descending from the skies, Kindness and truth my heart incline Still to forgive my enemies▪

6

Thus may I act the christian part, The social, humane and divine; Whilst a wise zeal inspires my heart, Then shall I know that heaven is mine.

SMART.

Hymn LXXIV. Common Metre Abraham's Blessing extended to the Gentiles.

1

GENTILES by nature we belong To the wild olive wood; Grace took us from the barren tree, And grafts us on the good.

2

With the same blessings, grace endows The Gentile as the Jew! If pure and holy be the root, Such are the branches too.

3

Then let the children of the saints, Be sanctify'd to God;

In that great covenant, confirm'd By water and by blood.

4

Thus to the parents, and their seed, Shall thy salvation come; And numerous households meet at last In one eternal home.

WATTS.

Hymn LXXV. Long Metre. The Excellency of the Gospel.

1

GOD, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known; And sinners of a humble frame May taste his grace and learn his name.

2

Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts; Its influence makes the sinner live It bids the drooping saint revive.

3

Our raging passion it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls; It guides us all our journey through, And brings a better world to view.

4

May this blest volume ever lie, Close to my heart and near my eye;

To life's last hour, my soul employ, And fit me for the heav'nly joy.

BEDDOME.

Hymn LXXVI. Common Metre. Sincerity and Hypocrisy.

1

GOD is a spirit, just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain, to heav'n we raise our eyes, And leave our hearts behind.

2

Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear; The painted hypocrites are known▪ Through the disguise they wear.

3

Their lifted hands salute the skies, Their bended knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found.

4

Lord, search my tho'ts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face And find acceptance there.

WATTS.

Hymn LXXVII. Long Metre. Redeeming Time.

1

GOD of eternity, from thee Did infant time its being draw, Minutes and days and months and years Revolve by thy unvaried law.

2

Silent and slow, they glide away, Steady and strong the current flows; Till lost in that unmeasur'd sea, From which its being first arose.

3

The thoughtless sons of Adam's race Upon the rapid stream are borne; To that unseen, eternal home, From which no travellers return.

4

Yet whilst the shore, on either side Presents a gaudy, flattering show; We gaze in fond amazement lost, Nor think to what a world we go.

5

Great source of wisdom, teach our hearts, To know the price of every hour; That time may bear us on to joys, Beyond its measure and its power.

Reformed LITURGY.

Hymn LXXVIII. Long Metre. ••••••••itude for all Things.

1

GOD of my life, my thanks to thee, Shall like my debts, continual be; In constant stream, thy bounty flows, Nor end, nor intermission knows.

2

From thee, my comforts all arise, My num'rous wants thy hand supplies; Nor can I need or wish for more, Than thou canst furnish from thy store.

3

If what I ask, my God denies, It is because he's good and wise; And what for evils I mistake, He can my greatest blessings make.

4

Deep, Lord, upon my thankful breast, Let all thy goodness be impress'd; Dispose me, each revolving day, For daily gifts, my praise to pay.

5

In praise I'll spend my latest breath, Then yield it to the call of death; In hope that thou my flesh wilt raise To celebrate thy deathless praise.

BROWN, with addition.

Hymn LXXIX. Long Metre. Unceasing Praise.

1

GOD of my life, through all its days, My grateful tongue shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with dawning light, And warble to the silent night.

2

When anxious cares would break my rest, And grief would tear my throbbing breast; Thy tuneful praises, rais'd on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3

When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all the powers of language fail; Joy through my feeble eyes shall break, And mean those thanks I cannot speak.

4

But when the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 conflict's o'er, My spirit chain'd to flesh no more; With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies!

5

Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, Which echo through the heavenly plains, And emulate with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

6

This cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul can live▪

A work so vast, a theme so high Demands a whole eternity.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXX. Common Metre. The Mysteries of Providence.

1

GOD moves in a mysterious way, His counsels to perform; He marks his footsteps on the sea, And rides upon the storm.

2

Deep, in unfathomable mines, Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.

3

Let fearful saints fresh courage take; The clouds they so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break, In blessings on their head.

4

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense; But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning Providence, He hides a smiling face.

5

His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

6

Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

COWPER.

Hymn LXXXI. Common Metre. Divine Providence, and the Folly of self dependence.

1

GOD reigns; events in order flow, Man's industry to guide; But in a different channel go, To humble human pride.

2

The swift, not always in the race, Shall win the crowning prize; Not always wealth and honor grace The labors of the wise.

3

Fond mortals do themselves beguile, When on themselves they rest; Blind is their wisdom, vain their toil, By thee, O Lord, unblest.

4

'Tis ours, the furrows to prepare, And sow the precious grain;

'Tis thine, to give the sun and air And to command the rain.

5

Evil and good before thee stand, Their mission to perform; The Sun shines bright at thy command, Thy hand directs the storm.

6

In all thy ways, we humbly own Thy providential power; Intrusting to thy care alone, The lot of every hour.

SCOTT.

Hymn LXXXII. Long Metre. The Fear of God.

1

GREAT author of all nature's frame; Holy and reverend is thy name; Thou, Lord of life and Lord of death, Worlds rise and vanish at thy breath.

2

Nations in thine all seeing eye Are less than nothing, vanity; Against thee, who shall lift his hand? Before thy terrors, who can stand?

3

But blest are they, O gracious Lord, Who fear thy name and hear thy word!

With such thy dweliing is, on those, Thy peace its joy divine bestows.

4

Thy wisdom guides, thy power defends, Their life, till life its journey ends; Death shall convey them to thy seat; Where all thy saints in glory meet.

5

O that my soul, with awful sense, Of thy transcendent excellence, May close the day, the day begin, Watchful against each darling sin.

6

Never, O never from my heart, May this great principle depart; But act with unabating power, Within me to my latest hour.

SCOTT.

Hymn LXXXIII. Long Metre. The divine Goodness imitated.

1

GREAT author of th' immortal mind, For noblest thoughts and views design'd; Make me desirous to express The image of thy holiness.

2

Whilst I thy boundless love admire, Grant me to catch the sacred fire;

Thus shall my heavenly birth be known, And as thy child, thou wilt me own.

3

Father, I see thy sun arise, To cheer thy friends and enemies; And when from heaven thy rain descends, Thy bounty both alike befriends.

4

Enlarge my soul with love like thine, My moral powers by grace refine; So shall I feel another's woe, And freely feed a hungry foe.

5

I hope for pardon through thy Son, For all the crimes which I have done; Then, may the grace that pardons me, Constrain me to forgive like thee.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn LXXXIV. Hallelujah Metre. The House of Prayer.

1

GREAT Father of mankind, We bless that wond'rous grace, Which could for Gentiles find, Within thy courts a place. How kind the care, Our God displays, For us to raise A house of prayer!

2

Once we were strangers here, But now approach the throne; For Jesus brings us near, And makes our cause his own. Strangers no more, To thee we come; And find our home, And rest secure.

3

To thee our souls we join, And love thy sacred name; No more our own but thine, We triumph in thy claim. Our father King, Thy cov'nant grace Our souls embrace, Thy glories sing.

4

Here in thy house we feast, On dainties all divine; And whilst such food we taste, With joy our faces shine. Incense shall rise, From flames of love; And God approve The sacrifice.

5

May all the nations throng, To worship in thy house; Wilt thou attend the song And hear their ardent vows!

Indulgent still, Till earth conspire To join the choir, On Zion's hill.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXXV. Common Metre. Creation and Providence.

1

GREAT first of beings, mighty Lord, Of all this wondrous frame; Produc'd by thy creating word, The world from nothing came.

2

Thy voice sent forth the high command, 'Twas instantly obey'd; And through thy goodness all things stand, Which by thy power were made.

3

Thy glories shine throughout the whole, Each part reflects thy light; By thee, in course, the planets roll, And day succeeds the night.

4

By thee, the sun dispenses heat, And beams of cheering day; The distant stars in order set, By night, thy power display.

5

By thee, the earth its produce yields, By thee, the waters flow; And various plants adorn the fields, And trees aspiring grow.

6

Inspir'd with praise, our minds pursue This wise and noble end; And all we think and all we do Shall to thy honour tend.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn LXXXVI. Long Metre. Man changeable and God unchangeable.

1

GREAT former of this various frame, Our souls adore thine awful name; We bow with rev'rence, when we praise, The ancient of eternal days.

2

Beyond the reach of Angels' sight, Thou dwell'st in uncreated light; It shines with undiminish'd ray, Whilst suns and stars shall pass away.

3

Our days a transient period run, And change with every circling Sun; Ev'n in the firmest state we boast, Thy hand can crush us to the dust.

4

But let all nature fall around, Let death consign us to the ground;

Let the last general flame arise, Consume the earth, dissolve the skies;

5

Calm as the summer evening, we Shall all the wreck of nature see; Whilst grace secures us an abode, Unshaken as the throne of God.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXXVII. Long Metre. The Sun of Righteousness.

1

GREAT God, amidst the darksome night Thy glories dart upon my sight, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••rapt in wonder I behold, The silver moon and stars of gold.

2

But when I see the SUN arise And pour his glory round the skies; In more stupendous form I view Thy greatness and thy glory too.

3

Thou Sun of Righteousness, whose light O'erwhelms the highest angel's sight, How shall I glance my eye at thee In all thy vast immensity!

4

Yet may I be allow'd to trace, The distant shadow of thy face;

As in the pale, reflecting moon, We see the image of the Sun.

5

In every work thy hands have made, Thy power and wisdom are display'd; But O what glories, all divine, In my exalted Saviour shine!

6

May I enjoy, like those above, The gentle influence of his love; Enable me my course to run, With the same vigour as the Sun.

STENNET.

Hymn LXXXVIII. Common Metre. The Spreading of the Gospel.

1

GREAT God, the nations of the earth, Are by creation thine; And in thy works by all beheld, Thy power and glory shine.

2

But thy compassion Lord, has sent Thy gospel to mankind; Unveiling what rich stores of grace, Are treasur'd in thy mind.

3

Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread, The spacious earth around,

Till every tribe and every soul Shall hear the joyful sound?

4

O when shall Afric's sable sons Enjoy the heavenly word; And long in slavery held, become The freemen of the Lord?

5

When shall the savage wandering tribes, A dark bewilder'd race, Sit down at our Immanuel's feet, And learn his saving grace?

6

Haste, sovereign mercy, and transform Their cruelty to love; Soften the tyger to a lamb, The vulture to a dove.

7

Smile, Lord, on each sincere attempt. To spread the Gospel's rays; And build in every heathen land, A temple to thy praise.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn LXXXIX. Common Metre. Trust in God.

1

GREAT source of boundless power and grace! Attend my mournful cry,

In the dark hour of deep distress, To thee alone I fly.

2

Thou art my strength, my life, my stay, Assist my feeble trust; Drive these distressing fears away, And raise me from the dust.

3

Fain would I call thy grace to mind, And trust thy glorious name, Jehovah powerful, wise and kind, Forever is the same.

4

Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my he•• When earthly comforts die; Thy voice can bid my pains depart, And raise my pleasures high.

5

Here let me rest, on thee depend, My God, my hope, my all; Be thou my everlasting friend, And I shall never fall.

SMART.

Hymn XC. Long Metre. Praise for Common Mercies.

1

GREAT source of life, our souls confess The various riches of thy grace; Crown'd with thy mercies we rejoice, And in thy praise exalt our voice.

2

By thee, heaven's shining arch was spread, By thee, were earth's foundations laid; All the delights of our abode, Proclaim the wise, the powerful God.

3

Thy tender hand restores our breath, When trembling on the verge of death; Gently it wipes away our tears, And lengthens life to future years.

4

These lives are sacred to the Lord, By thee upheld, by thee restor'd; And whilst our hours renew their race, Still we would walk before thy face.

5

So when our souls by thee are led, Thro' unknown regions of the dead; With joy triumphant they shall move, To seats of nobler life above.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn XCI. Long Metre. Religion vain without Love.

1

HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nob••er speech than angels use; If love be absent, I am found, Like tinkling brass an empty sound.

2

Were I inspir'd to preach and tell, All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove Still I am nothing, without love.

3

Should I distribute all my store, To feed the hungry, clothe the poor▪ Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name.

4

If love to God, and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery ze••l The work of love can e'er fulfil.

WATTS.

Hymn XCII. Common Metre. The God of Nature.

1

HAIL, King supreme! all wise and good· To thee our thoughts we raise; Whilst nature's lovely charms, display'd, Inspire our souls with praise.

2

At morning, noon and evening mild, Thy works engage our view; And as we gaze, our hearts exult. With transports ever new.

3

Thy glory beams in every star, Which gilds the gloom of night;

And decks the rising face of morn, With rays of cheering light.

4

Th' aspiring hill, the verdant lawn, With thousand beauties shine; The vocal grove and cooling shade Proclaim thy power divine.

5

From tree to tree, a constant hymn Employs the feather'd throng; To thee, their cheerful 〈◊〉〈◊〉, they swell, And chant their grateful song.

6.

Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage; Still may our wondering eyes peruse Thy works instructive page.

Hymn XCIII. Particular Metre. Praise to our Redeemer.

1

HAIL, thou once despised Jesus! Thou didst free salvation bring; By thy death thou didst release us From the tyrant's deadly sting.

2

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Thus we're prepar'd for longer days, Or sit for early death.

WATTS.

Hymn XCV. Long Metre. The Glory and Defence of the Church.

1

HAPPY the Church! thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator's grace! Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God.

2

Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates, A guard of heavenly angels waits; Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Built on the counsels of his love.

3

Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against thy walls in vain they rage; Like rising waves, with anger roar, That dash and die upon the shore.

4

Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the power of earth or hell; Since God defends this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around.

5

God is our Sun, God is our shield, Light and protection he will yield;

And we beneath the genial rays, Will sing his love, and speak his praise.

WATTS.

Hymn XCVI. Long Metre. Christian Moderation.

1

HAPPY the man whose cautious steps Still keep the golden mean; Whose life by wisdom's rules, well form'd, Declares a conscience clean.

2

Not of himself he highly thinks, Nor acts the boaster's part; His modest tongue the language speaks Of his more humble heart.

3

Not in base scandal's arts he deals, For truth is in his breast; With grief, he sees his neighbour's faults, And thinks and hopes the best.

4

What blessings bounteous heaven bestows, He takes with thankful heart; With temperance he receives his food, And gives the poor a part.

5

To sect and party, his large soul Disdains to be confin'd;

The good he loves, of every name, And prays for all mankind.

6

Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair Of truth and peaceful love; The bigot's rage can never dwell, Where rests the heavenly dove.

NEEDHAM.

Hymn XCVII. Common Metre. Love to God.

1

HAPPY the mind where graces reign, And love inspires the breast! Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.

2

Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear; Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.

3

'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move; Affliction's bitter cup is sweet, When mix'd with heavenly love.

4

Soon as we drop this mortal clay, And leave this dark abode! On wings of love we'll soar away, To see our Father God.

5

This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings, In realms of endless peace.

WATTS, varied.

Hymn XCVIII. Common Metre. The Blessedness of departed Saints.

1

HARK! from on high a solemn voice, Let all attentive hear! 'Twill make each pious heart rejoice, And vanquish every fear.

2

"Thrice blessed are the pious dead, Who in the Lord shall die; Their weary flesh as on a bed Safe in the grave shall lie.

3

"Their holy souls at length releas'd To heaven shall take their flight; There to enjoy eternal rest, And infinite delight.

4

"They drop each load as they ascend, And quit this world of woe; Their labours with their lives shall end, Their rest, no period know.

5

"Their conflicts with their busy foes For evermore shall cease;

None shall their happiness oppose, Nor interrupt their peace.

6

"But bright rewards shall recompense Their faithful service here; And perfect love shall banish thence, Each gloomy doubt and fear."

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn XCIX. Common Metre. A Funeral Thought.

1

HARK! from the tombs, a mournful sound, My ears, attend the cry: "Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie."

2

"Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours."

3

Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more?

4

Grant us the power of quickning grace To fit our souls to fly;

Then when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky."

WATTS.

Hymn C. Short Metre. The Voice of Wisdom.

1

HARK! it is Wisdom's voice, That spreads itself around; Come hither, all ye sons of earth, And listen to the sound.

2

What, though she speaks rebukes, That pierce the soul with smart? Yet love through all her chast'nings runs By pain to mend the heart.

3

"Ye who have wander'd long, In sin's destructive ways; Return, return, at my reproof, And seize the offer'd grace.

4

"I know your souls are weak, And all your efforts vain; To overcome your mighty foes, And break their iron chain.

5

"But, I will freely send My spirit, from above, To arm you with superior strength, And melt your hearts to love.

6

"Come, whilst my offers last, Ye sinners, and be wise; He lives who hears this friendly call, But he that slights it dies."

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CI. Common Metre. The Saviour's Commission.

1

HARK, the glad sound! The Saviour comes! The Saviour promis'd long, Let every heart prepare him room, And every voice a song.

2

On him, the spirit, largely pour'd, Exerts his sacred fire; Wisdom, and power, and zeal and Love His holy breast inspire.

3

He comes, from thickest films of vice, To clear the mental sight; And on the eye balls of the blind, To pour celestial light.

4

He comes, the broken heart to heal, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasures of his grace, T'enrich the humble poor.

5

He comes, the prisoners to release, In satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.

6

His silver trumpet loud proclaims The Lord's accepted year; Our debts are all remitted now, Our heritage is clear.

7

Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And Heaven's eternal arches ring, With thy beloved name.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CII. Common Metre. The Christian Warrior animated.

1

HARK! 'tis our heavenly leader's voice, From the bright realms above! Amidst the war's tumultuous rage, A voice of power and love.

2

"Maintain the fight, my faithful band, Nor fear the mortal blow; He that in such a warfare dies, Shall speedy victory know▪

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3

"I have my days of combat known, And in the dust was laid; But now I sit, upon my throne And glory crowns my head.

4

"This throne, this glory shall be yours, My hands the crown shall give; And you the blest reward shall share, Whilst God himself shall live."

5

Lord 'tis enough, our souls are fir'd, With courage and with love; Vain are th' assaults of earth and hell, Our hopes are fix'd above.

6

We'll trace the footsteps thou hast trod, To triumph and renown; Nor shun thy combat and thy cross, May we but wear thy crown.

Altered from DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CIII. Common Metre. Walking in Darkness and Trusting in God.

1

HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs; When will the tedious night be gone, And when the dawn arise?

2

My God! O could I make the claim, My father and my friend!

And call thee mine, by every name, On which thy saints depend!

3

By every name of power and love, I would thy grace intreat; Nor should my humble hope remove, Nor leave thy sacred seat.

4

Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is all my stay; Here will I rest till light returns, Thy presence makes my day.

5

Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Relieve my aching heart; Thy love can make my sorrow cease, And all the gloom depart.

6

Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless thy healing rays; And change these deep complaining sighs, To songs of sacred praise.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CIV. Common Metre. The Angels' Song at the Birth of Christ.

1

HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic song, For such a theme does less to them, Than to the saints belong.

2

Good will is shown to sinful men, And peace on earth is given; For lo! the promis'd Saviour comes, With messages from heaven.

3

Mercy and truth, in sweet accord, His rising beams adorn; Justice and peace in concert join, Now such a child is born.

4

Glory to God! in highest strains, In highest worlds be paid; His glory by our lips proclaim'd, And by our lives display'd.

5

When shall we reach those happy realms, Where Christ exalted reigns! And learn of the celestial choir, Their own immortal strains.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CV. Common Metre. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1

HOSANNA! to the prince of life, Who cloth'd himself in clay; Enter'd the gloomy shades of death, And rose to endless day,

2

Death is no more the King of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; He took the monster's sting away, And crush'd our hellish foes.

3

See how the conqueror mounts aloft, And to his father flies! With fears of honour in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes.

4

There our exalted Saviour reigns, A priest upon his throne; And to supply his place on earth, He sent his spirit down.

5

Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach that blest abode; Let heaven and earth with praise resound, To the immortal God.

Altered from WATTS.

Hymn CVI. Common Metre. Preservation at Sea and in foreign Countries.

1

HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is our guide, Our help omnipotence.

2

In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by thy care; Thro' burning climes we pass unhurt, And breathe infected air.

3

Thy mercy sweetens every soil, Makes every region please; The hoary frozen hills it warms, And smooths the boisterous seas.

4

Think, O my soul, devoutly think; How with affrighted eyes, Thou saw'st the wide extended deep, In all its horrors rise.

5

Confusion dwelt in every face, And fear in every heart; When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs, O'ercame the pilot's art.

6

Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free; Whilst in the confidence of prayer, My hope repos'd on thee.

7

The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, Obedient to thy will; The sea that roar'd at thy command, At thy command was still.

8

In midst of dangers and of death. Thy goodness I'll adore;

I'll praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more.

(supposed) ADDISON.

Hymn CVII. Short Metre. Blessings of the Gospel▪

1

HOW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill; Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal!

2

How charming is their voice! How glad the tidings are! Zion behold thy Saviour king, He reigns and triumphs here!

3

How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found;

4

How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But died without the sight!

5

The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And desarts learn the joy.

6

The Lord makes bare his arm, Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.

WATTS.

Hymn CVIII. Short Metre. Fatherly Discipline received with Meekness.

1

HOW gracious and how wise, Is our chastising God! How rich the blossoms and the fruit, Of his correcting rod!

2

He takes it in his hand, With pity in his heart; That every stroke his children feel May grace and peace impart.

3

Instructed thus, we bow, And own thy sovereign sway; We turn our erring footsteps back, To thy forsaken way.

4

Thy promis'd love we seek, And strengthen all the bands, Which closer still engage our hearts, To honour thy commands.

5

Our Father, we consent, To discipline divine; And bless the pains, which make our souls Still more completely thine.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CIX. Common Metre. The Song of Moses and the Lamb.

1

HOW great thy works! Almighty God, Who shall not fear thy name! How just and true are all thy ways, Thou Son of God, the Lamb!

2

More hast thou done, than Moses did, Our prophet, priest and king; From sin thou hast redeem'd our souls, And from death's poisonous sting.

3

In the red sea, by Moses' hand, Th' Egyptian host was drown'd; But, in thy blood, our souls are cleans'd, And guilt no more is found.

4

When thro' the desart Israel went, With manna they were fed; But thou hast given thy flesh to eat, And call'd it living bread.

5

Moses beheld the promis'd land, Yet never reach'd the place;

But thou shall bring thy followers home, To see thy father's face.

6

Thy lofty praise, O king of saints, Shall every nation sing; To thee shall Jew and Gentile race, Their humble offerings bring.

7

No parting wall shall intervene; But, with united soul, Their voice shall join in songs of praise, Whilst endless ages roll.

Altered from WATTS.

Hymn CX. Common Metre. The Safety of the Church.

1

HOW honorable is the place Where we adoring stand! Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land!

2

Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell; The walls, of strong salvation made, Defy th' assaults of hell.

3

Lift up the everlasting gates, The doors wide open sling; Enter, ye nations who obey, The statutes of our king.

4

Here shall you taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace; You, who have known Jehovah's name, And tasted of his grace.

5

Trust in the Lord, forever trust, And banish all your fears; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years.

WATTS.

Hymn CXI. Common Metre. The Blessings of Abraham.

1

HOW large the promise, how divine To Abrah'm and his seed! "I'll be a God to thee, and thine, Supplying all their need."

2

The words of thy extensive love From age to age endure; The angel of the cov'nant proves And seals the blessing sure.

3

Jesus the ancient faith confirms, To our great fathers given; He takes young children in his arms, And calls them heirs of heaven.

4

Our God! how faithful are his ways! His love endures the same;

Nor from the promise of his grace Blots out the children's name.

WATTS

Hymn CXII. Common Metre. The Resurrection,

1

HOW long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just! Whilst the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust!

2

Let faith arise and climb the hills, The Saviour to descry; To view his distant chario•• wheels, And tell how fast they fly.

3

Lo, faith beholds the scatter'd shades! The dawn of heaven appears! And the bright morning gently spreads Its blushes round the spheres.

4

Faith sees the Lord of glory come, His flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, His trumpet shakes the ground.

5

She hears the voice, "ye dead arise," She sees the graves obey! And waking saints, with joyful eyes, Salute th' expected day.

6

They leave the dust, and on the wing, Surmount the yielding air; In shining garments, meet their king, And bow before him there.

7

O! may we then among them stand, Cloth'd in celestial white; The meanest place at his right hand Gives infinite delight.

WATTS.

Hymn CXIII. Common Metre. Pardoning Mercy.

1

HOW oft alas! this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! How oft my erring thoughts depart, Forgetful of thy word!

2

Yet sovereign mercy cries "return," Lord, at thy call, I come; My vile ingratitude I mourn, O take the wanderer home.

3

And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive? And all my crimes remove? And shall a pardon'd rebel live, To speak thy wondrous love?

4

Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious! how divine! That can, to life and bliss restore, So vile a heart as mine!

5

Thy pardoning love, forever free, With rapture I adore; Lord, I devote myself to thee And long to love thee more.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CXIV. Long Metre. The Gospel Feast.

1

HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord! Thy table furnish'd from above; The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup o'erflows with heavenly!

2

Thine ancient family, the Jews, Were first invited to the feast; We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

3

We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far and death was nigh; Yet, at the gospel call, we came, And every want receiv'd supply.

4

From the highway that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair;

Lord we are come with thee to dwell, Glad to enjoy thy presence here.

5

What shall we pay our heavenly friend, Who left the sky, his blest abode, And did to this low earth descend, To bring us wanderersback to God?

6

Our everlasting love is due, To him, who pity'd sinners lost! And paid our ransom when he knew, His precious life must be the cost.

WATTS.

Hymn CXV. Common Metre. Rich Treasure in earthen Vessels.

1

HOW rich thy bounty, king of kings! Thy favours how divine! The blessings which thy gospel brings How splendidly they shine!

2

Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, Should gold and gems compare; How mean! when set against those joys, Thy poorest servants share.

3

Yet all these treasures of thy grace Are lodg'd in urns of clay,

And the weak sons of mortal race Th' immortal gifts convey.

4

Feebly they lisp thy glories forth, Yet grace the victory gives; Quickly they moulder back to earth, Yet still the gospel lives.

5

Such wonders power divine effects, Such trophies God can raise; His hand from crumbling dust erects His monuments of praise.

SALISBURY Collection.

Hymn CXVI. Common Metre. The Frailty and Folly of Man.

1

HOW short and hasty is our life! How vast our soul's affairs! Yet foolish mortals vainly strive To lavish out their years.

2

Our days run thoughtlessly along, Without a moment's stay; Just like a story or a song, We pass our lives away.

3

God from on high invites us home, But we march heedless on;

And ever hastening to the tomb Stoop downward as we run.

4

Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, And lift our thoughts on high; That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh.

WATTS

Hymn CXVII. Common Metre.

God's Justice and Power. Job ix, 2, 10.

1

HOW should the sons of Adam's race, Be just before their God! If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod.

2

To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no vain pretence; Not one of all my num'rous faults Can bear a just defence.

3

Strong is his arm, his heart is wise, What vain presumers dare Against their maker's power to rise, And impious war declare!

4

Mountains, by his almighty wrath, From their old seats are torn;

He shakes the pillars of the earth, And all the nations mourn.

5

Through the wide air, the mighty rocks Are swift as hail-stones thrown; Whilst Etna pours with horrid shocks, Her melted entrails down.

6

He bids the Sun forbear to rise, Th' obedient Sun forbears; His hand with darkness spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars.

7

He walks upon the stormy sea, And rides upon the wind; No flesh can trace his wond'rous way, Nor his dark footsteps find.

8

Yet, mighty God, thy sovereign grace Sits regent on the throne, The refuge of thy chosen race, When wrath comes rushing down.

WATTS, varied.

Hymn CXVIII. Common Metre. The Gospel Feast.

1

HOW sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors!

Here everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores!

2

Whilst all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast; Each of us say, with thankful tongues, "Lord why was I a guest?

3

"Why was I made to hear thy voice, And enter whilst there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice And rather starve than come?"

4

'Twas the same love that spread the feast, Which gently drew us in; Or we had still refus'd to taste, And perish'd in our sin.

5

Pity the nations, O our Lord, Compel the Jews to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring thy people home.

6

We long to see thy churches full, That all the chosen race, May with one voice, and heart and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace.

WATTS

Hymn CXIX. Particular Metre. The Beauties of the Spring.

1

HOW sweetly along the gay mead The daisies and cowslips are seen! The flocks as they carelessly feed Rejoice in the beautiful green!

••

The vines that encircle the bowers, The herbage that springs from the sod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits and sweet flowers, All rise to the praise of my God.

3

Shall man the great master of all The only insensible prove? Forbid it, fair gratitude's call, Forbid it, devotion and love.

4

The Lord who such wonders can raise And still can destroy with a nod, My lips shall incessantly praise My soul shall rejoice in my God.

Hymn CXX. Long Metre. Justice.

1

IF high or low our station be, Of noble or ignoble name;

By uncorrupt integrity Thy blessing Lord we humbly claim.

2

The upright man no want shall fear, Thy providence shall be his trust; Thou wilt provide his portion here, Thou friend and guardian of the just.

3

May we, with most sincere delight, To all, the test of duty pay; Tender of every social right, Obedient to thy righteous sway.

4

Such virtue thou wilt not forget, In that blest world, where virtue shares A fit reward; though not of debt, But what thy boundless grace prepares.

Reformed LITURGY

Hymn CXXI. Short Metre. Compassion and Forgiveness.

1

I HEAR the voice of woe! I hear a brother's sigh! Then, let my heart with pity flow, With tears of love mine eye.

2

I hear the thirsty cry! The hungry beg for bread!

Then, let my spring its stream supply, My hand its bounty shed.

3

The debtor humbly sues, Who would, but cannot pay, And shall I lenity refuse Who need it every day?

4

Shall not my wrath relent, Touch'd by that humble strain, My brother crying "I repent, "Nor will offend again?"

5

If not, how shall I dare Appear before thy face, Great God, and how present the prayer For thy forgiving grace?

6

They who forgive, shall find, Remission, in that day, When all the merciful and kind Thy pity shall repay.

7

But all who here below Mercy refuse to grant, Shall judgment without mercy know, When mercy most they want.

ENFI••L••.

Hymn CXXII. Common Metre. Not ashamed of the Gospel.

1

I'M not asham'd to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause; Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross.

2

Jesus, my God, I know his name, His name is all my trust; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.

3

Firm as his throne, his promise stand••, And he can well secure, What I've committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour.

4

Then will he own my worthless name, Before his father's face; And in the new Jerusalem, Appoint my soul a place.

WATTS.

Hymn CXXIII. Short Metre. The Love of Truth.

1

IMPOSTURE shrinks from light And ••••reads the curious eye;

But christian truths the test invite They bid us search and try.

2

A meek inquiring mind Lord help us to maintain; That growing knowledge we may ••••nd, And growing virtue gain.

3

With understanding bless'd, Created to be free, Our faith on man we dare not rest, Subject to none but thee.

4

Give us the light we need, Our minds with knowledge fill, From noxious error guard our creed, From prejudice, our will.

5

The truth thou shalt impart May we with firmness own; Abhorring each evasive art, And fearing thee alone.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CXXIV. Common Metre. A Song of Praise.

1

INDULGENT father, how divine! How bright thy glori••s are! Thro' nature's ample round they shine, Thy goodness to declare.

2

But, in the nobler work of grace, What winning mercy smiles! In my divine Redeemer's face, And every fear beguiles.

3

Such wonders, Lord, while I survey, To thee, my thanks shall rise; When morning ushers in the day, Or evening veils the skies.

4

When glimmering life resigns its flame, Thy praise shall tune my breath; The sweet remembrance of thy name Shall gild the shades of death.

5

But, O how blest my song shall rise, When freed from feeble clay; And all thy glories meet mine eyes, In one eternal day!

6

Not Seraphs who resound thy name, Thro' the etherial plains, Shall glow with a diviner flame, Or raise sublimer strains.

SOWDEN▪

Hymn CXXV. Common Metre. An Evening Hymn.

1

INDULGENT God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown,

O let my grateful praise and prayer Arise before thy throne.

2

What mercies has this day bestow'd! How largely hast thou bless'd! My cup with plenty overflow'd, With cheerfulness my breast.

3

Now may soft slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking thoughts arise, To meditate on thee.

4

Thus bless each future day and night, Till life's vain scene is o'er; And then to realms of endless light, O let my spirit soar.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn CXXVI. Common Metre. Looking to Him whom we have Pierced.

1

INFINITE grief! amazing woe! Behold our bleeding Lord! Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, And us'd the Roman sword.

2

O, the sharp pangs of pain and grief, That our Redeemer bore! When scourging whips and pointed thorns His sacred body tore!

3

But scourging whips and pointed thorns, In vain do we accuse; In vain we blame the Roman bands, And the more spiteful Jews.

4

Our sins, alas, our cruel sins His chief tormentors were; Each of our crimes became a nail, And unbelief the spear.

5

S••ike, mighty grace, our flinty souls, Till melting waters flow; And deep con••••ition drown our eyes, In undissembled woe.

6

But flowing tears cannot suffice, To make repentance sure; Then let our hearts be purify'd As Christ the Lord is pure.

WATTS. (verse 6expand_less added)

Hymn CXXVII. Short Metre. Ba••tism by Immersion.

1

IN such a grave as this, The meek redeemer lay, When he our souls to seek and save Learn'd humbly to obey.

2

See how the spotless lamb Descends into the stream! And teaches us to imitate, What him so well became.

3

Let sinners wash away, Their sins of crimson dye; Bury'd with him, their vilest sins Shall in oblivion lie.

4

Rise, and ascend with him, A heavenly life to lead; Who came to ransom guilty men, From regions of the dead.

5

Lord, see the sinner's tears! Hear his repenting cry! Speak, and his contrite heart shall live, Speak, and his sins shall die.

6

Speak, with that mighty voice, Which shall hereafter spread Its summons through the earth and sea, To raise the sleeping dead.

STENNEY.

Hymn CXXVIII. Common Metre.

God our Portion. Psalm iv.6, 7.

1

IN vain the erring world inquires For true substantial good;

Whilst earth confines their low desires, They live on airy food.

2

Illusive dreams of happiness Their eager tho'ts employ; They wake, convinc'd their boasted bliss Was visionary joy.

3

Not all the good which earth bestows, Can fill the craving mind; Its highest joys have mingled woes, And leave a sting behind.

4

Be gone, ye gilded vanities! I seek some solid good; To real bliss my wishes rise, The favour of my God.

5

To thee, my God, my soul aspires, Dispel these shades of night, Enlarge and fill these vast desires, With infinite delight.

6

Immortal joy thy smiles impart, Heaven dawns in every ray; One glimpse of thee will glad my heart And turn my night to day.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CXXIX. Common Metre. The Covenant of Grace.

1

IN vain we lavish out our lives, To gather empty wind; The choicest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind.

2

But God can every want supply, And fill our hearts with peace; He gives by cov'nant and by oath The riches of his grace.

3

Pardon he speaks to contrite souls, This is the joyful sound, "Your sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall no more be found.

4

"And lest pollution should o'erspread Your inward powers again; My spirit shall bedew your souls, Like purifying rain.

5

"Your stony hearts I'll take away, That will not be refin'd; And put within you, tender hearts, To my blest will inclin'd.

6

"On them my spirit shall engrave The precepts of my law; And by the gentle cords of love Your willing souls shall draw."

7

Lord we receive thy pardoning grace, We yield to thy commands; Thou art our God, and we are thine, In everlasting bands.

WATTS, with variation and addition.

Hymn CXXX. Long Metre. Christ the Way to God.

1

IN vain would boasting reason find The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind, Bewilder'd in a doubtful road.

2

Jesus, no other name but thine, Is given by everlasting love, To lead our souls to joys divine; No other name will God approve.

3

Eternal life thy words impart, On these, my fainting spirit lives; Diviner comforts cheer my heart Than all the power of nature gives.

4

To whom but thee, shall mortals go, To find the true and living way, That leads us thro' this world of woe. To the bright realms of endless day.

5

Here let my constant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly way depart!

Let thy good spirit be my guide, Direct my steps and rule my heart.

6

In thee, my great, almighty friend, My safety dwells and peace divine; On thee alone my hopes depend, For life, eternal life is thine.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CXXXI: Long Metre. The Blessing of the Gospel.

1

IN various forms to saints of old, God did his mind and will unfold; But Christ commission'd from above, Hath now reveal'd his grace and love.

2

We read the volume of thy word, That book of life, that true record; The bright inheritance of heaven Is by this sure conveyance given.

3

His kindest thoughts a•••• here exprest; Able to make us wise and blest; His doctrines are divinely true, Fit for reproof and comfort too.

4

We render thanks to God above, For his rich grace and boundless love; Let all mankind receive his word, And every nation bless the Lord.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn CXXXII. Common Metre. The Victory of Christ's Death.

1

I SING my Saviour's wondrous death, He conquer'd when he fell; "Tis finish'd," said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

2

"Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries, His sufferings then were done; His kingdom then appear'd to rise, His victory was begun.

3

A person so divine was he, Who yielded to be slain; That he could give his life away, And take his life again.

4

His cross a sure foundation laid, For glory and renown! As thro' the regions of the dead, He pass'd to reach the crown.

5

Live, glorious Lord, and reign above, And every tongue shall sing; The riches of eternal love, The conquest of our king.

WATTS, varied.

Hymn CXXXIII. Common Metre. Christ precious in Life and Death.

1

JESUS, I love thy glorious name, Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud, That heaven and earth might hear.

2

Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My treasure and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.

3

All my capacious powers can wish In thee doth richly meet; Not to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.

4

Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The richest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.

5

I'll speak the honors of thy name, With my last labouring breath; Then speechless give my soul to thee, The antidote of death.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CXXXIV. Long Metre. The Memorial of our absent Lord.

1

JESUS is gone above the sky, Where our weak senses reach him not; And carnal objects court our eye, To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2

He knows what wandering hearts we have, How weak our faith and hope might prove; And to refresh our minds he gave This kind memorial of his love.

3

The Lord of life this table spread, With his own flesh and dying blood; We on the rich provision feed, And taste the wine and bless our God.

4

Let sinful sweets be all forgot, And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and his love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

5

Whilst he is absent from our sight, 'Tis to prepare our souls a place; That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live forever near his face.

WATTS.

Hymn CXXXV. Common Metre. Relieving Christ in his Saints.

1

JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace! Thy bounties how complete! How shall I count the matchless sum? How pay the mighty debt?

2

High on a throne of radiant light, Dost thou exalted shine; What can my poverty bestow, When all the world is thine?

3

But thou hast brethren here below, Partakers of thy grace; And wilt confess their humble names, Before thy Father's face.

4

In them, thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd; And in their accents of distress, My saviour's voice is heard.

5

Thy face, with reverence and with love, I in thy poor would see; Lord, I would rather beg my bread, Than hold it back from thee.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CXXXVI. Common Metre. Redemption.

1

JESUS, th' eternal Son of God, Whom heavenly powers obey, The bosom of his father left, And enter'd human clay.

2

Into our sinful world he came, The messenger of grace; And on the cursed tree expir'd, A victim in our place.

3

Transgressors of the deepest stain In him salvation find; His blood removes the foulest guilt, His spirit heals the mind.

4

Our Jesus saves from sin and death, His promises are sure; And on this rock our souls may rest, Immoveably secure.

5

O let these tidings be receiv'd, With universal joy; And let the high angelic praise· Our tuneful powers employ.

6

Glory to God, who gave his Son, To bear our shame and pain;

Hence peace on earth and grace to man Through all succession reign.

GIBBONS.

Hymn CXXXVII. Long Metre. The Union of Christ and his Church.

1

JESUS, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept the well deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown.

2

Let every act of homage be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the blest hour, when from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.

3

The gladness of that happy day! Our hearts would wish it long to stay; Let not our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

4

May every minute, as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joys▪ Till we are rais'd to sing thy name, At the great supper of the Lamb.

WATTS.

Hymn CXXXVIII. Long Metre. No other Name than Christ for Salvation.

1

JESUS, thou spring of joys divine, Whence all our hope and comfort slow; Jesus, no other name but thine Can save us from eternal woe.

2

In vain would boasting reason find The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewilder'd in a dubious road.

3

No other name will heaven approve, Thou art the sure the living way; Ordain'd by everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day.

4

Here let our constant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly road depart; O let thy spirit, gracious guide, Direct our steps and rule our heart.

5

Safe lead us through this world of night, And bring us to the blissful plains; The regions of unclouded light, Where perfect joy forever reigns.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CXXXIX. Common Metre. Christ the Head of his Church.

1

JESUS, we sing thy matchless grace, That calls such worms thy own; Gives us among thy saints a place, And brings us near thy throne.

2

When join'd to thee, our vital head, Our virtues grow and thrive; From thee divided, each is dead, Though it may seem alive.

3

Thy saints on earth and those above All join in sweet accord; The body one, in mutual love, And thou our common Lord.

4

O may our humble faith receive Thy spirit with delight; Then time and death in vain shall strive, The bond to disunite.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CXL. Hallelujah Metre. The Offices and Names of Christ.

1

JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom and of power,

That ever mortals knew, That ever angels bore; All are too mean, To speak his worth, Or set Immanuel's Glory forth.

2

Great Prophet of our God Our souls would bless thy name; By thee, the joyful news Of our salvation came. The joyful news Of sins forgiv'n, Of hell subdu'd, And peace with heav'n.

3

Jesus, our great High-Priest Hath shed his blood, and died; Our guilty conscience seeks No ••acrifice beside. His precious blood Did once ••rone And now he pleads, Before the throne.

4

Our great almighty Lord, Our Saviour and our King; Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace we sing. Thine is the power, Behold we sit Thy willing captives, At thy feet.

5

We hear our Shepherds voice, His watchful eyes shall keep, Our wandering souls among Ten thousands of his sheep. He feeds his flock, He knows their names, His bosom bears The tender lambs.

6

Should the proud host of death And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and malice on, We shall be safe, For Christ displays Superior power, And guardian grace.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLI. Common Metre. Divine Counsels.

1

KEEP silence, all created things, And wait your maker's nod! My soul stands trembling whilst she sings The honours of her God.

2

Life, death and hell and worlds unknown Hang on his firm decree; He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrows leave to be.

3

Before his throne, a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by the eternal pen.

4

His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine; Each opening leaf, and every stroke, Fulfils some kind design.

5

Here he exalts neglected worms, To sceptres and a crown; And then, the following page he turns, And treads the monarch down.

6

No creature asks the reason why, Nor God the reason gives; No favourite angel dares to pry, Between the folded leaves.

7

My God, I would not wish to see My fate with curious eyes; What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise.

8

In thy fair book of life and grace, May I but find my name, Recorded, in some humble place, Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLII. Common Metre. The Scriptures.

1

LADEN with guilt and full of fears I come to thee, my Lord; For not a ray of hope appears But in thy holy word.

2

The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage;

There I behold my Saviour's face In every sacred page.

3

This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown; Then blest is he who wisely tries To make that pearl his own.

4

Here living water gently flows To wash me from my sin; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein.

5

This is the judge that ends the strife Where sense and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life, Thro' all this gloomy vale.

6

May thy wise counsels, O my God, These roving feet command; Lest I forsake the happy road That leads to thy right hand.

WATTS, varied.

Hymn CXLIII. Common Metre. In a Thunder Storm.

1

LET coward guilt, with palid fear, To sheltering caverns s••y;

And justly dread the vengeful fate, Which thunders through the sky.

2

Protected by that hand, whose law The threatning storms obey, Intrepid virtue smiles secure, And in the blaze of day.

3

In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, The lightning's horrid glare, It views the same all gracious power, Which breathes the vernal air.

4

Through nature's ever varying scene, By different ways pursu'd; The one eternal end of heaven Is universal good.

5

With like beneficent effect, O'er flaming ether glows; As when it tunes the linnet's voice, And blushes in the rose.

6

When through creation's vast expanse, The last dread thunders roll; Untune the concord of the spheres, And shake the guilty soul;

7

Unmov'd, may we the final storm Of jarring worlds survey; That ushers in the tranquil morn, Of everlasting day.

MRS. CARTER.

Hymn CXLIV. Common Metre. The Gospel Invitation.

1

LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the Gospel sounds, With an inviting voice.

2

Ho! all ye hungry starving souls, Who feed upon the wind; And vainly strive with earthly toys, To fill the immortal mind!

3

Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul reviving feast; And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.

4

Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die; Here you may quench your raging thirst, With streams that never dry.

5

Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine.

6

O Lord, the treasures of thy love Are deep, unfathom'd mines; Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins.

7

The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; We humbly seek that rich supply, That drives our wants away.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLV. Long Metre. True Charity.

1

LET men of high conceit and zeal Their fervours and their faith proclaim; If Charity be wanting still, The rest is but a sounding name.

2

Patient and meek, she suffers long And slowly her resentments rise; Soon she forgets the greatest wrong, And soon the angry passion dies.

3

She envies none their better state, But makes her neighbour's bliss her own; Nor vaunts herself with mind elate, But still a modest air puts on.

4

Her neighbour's infamy and ill To her, no entertainment give, She's pleas'd to see him prosper still, And still in good repute to live.

5

This is the grace that reigns on high And will forever brightly burn; When hope shall in enjoyment die, And faith to intuition turn.

SMART.

Hymn CXLVI. Long Metre. The Conquest of Michael over the Dragon.

1

LET mortal tongues attempt to sing, The wars of heaven, when Michael stood Appointed by the eternal king, To fight the battles of our God.

2

Against the dragon and his host, The armies of the Lord prevail; In vain they rage, in vain they boast, Their courage sinks, their weapons fail▪

3

Down to the earth was Satan thrown, Down to the earth his legions fell; Then was the trump of triumph blown And shook the dreadfu•• deeps of hell.

4

Now is the hour of darkness past, Christ hath assum'd his reigning power; Behold the great accuser cast, Down from the skies, to rise no more.

5

'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb, Th••••e armies trod the Dragon down; 'Twas by thy word and powerful name, They gain'd the battle and renown.

6

Rejoice, ye heavens, let every star, Shine with new glories round the sky; Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war, Raise your deliverer's name on high.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLVII. Common Metre. Frail Bodies and God our Preserver.

1

LET others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are.

2

Fresh as the grass, our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away.

3

Our flesh contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long!

4

But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God who made us first; Salvation to th' almighty name, That rear'd us from the dust.

5

Whilst we have breath or use our tongues, Our maker we'll adore; His spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLVIII. Short Metre. Catholicism.

1

LET party names no more The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile and Jew and bond and free Are one in Christ their head.

2

Among the saints on earth, Let mutual love be found; Heirs of the same inheritance, With mutual blessings crown'd.

3

Let envy, child of hell, Be banish'd far away; Those should in strictest friendship d••ell, Who the same Lord obey.

4

Thus will the church below, Resemble that above; Where streams of pleasure always flow, And every heart is love.

BEDDOME.

Hymn CXLIX. Common Metre. Charity greater than Faith or Hope.

1

LET Pharisees of high esteem, Their faith and zeal declare, All their religion is a dream If love be wanting there.

2

Love suffers long with patient eye Nor is provok'd in haste; She lets the present inj'ry die And long forgets the past.

3

Malice and rage, those fires of hell, She quenches with her tongue; Hopes and believes and thinks no ill, Tho' she endures the wrong.

4

She ne'er desires nor seeks to know The scandals of the time; Nor looks with pride on those below Nor envies those who climb.

5

She lays her own advantage by To seek her neighbour's good; So God's own son came down to die, And save us by his blood.

6

Love is the grace that keeps her power In the blest realms above; There faith and hope are known no more But Saints forever love.

WATTS.

Hymn CL. Common Metre. Sincerity.

1

LET those who bear the christian name Their promises fulfil, The saints, the followers of the Lamb, Are men of honour still.

2

True to the solemn oaths they take Tho' to their hurt they swear; Constant and just to all they speak, For God and angels hear.

3

Still with their lips, their hearts agree, Nor flattering words devise: They know the God of truth can see Thro' every false disguise.

4

They hate th' appearance of a lie In all the shapes it wears;

And God has promis'd, when they die, Eternal life is theirs.

5

Lo, from afar the Lord descends And brings the judgment down; He bids his saints, his faithful friends, Rise and possess their crown.

WATTS.

Hymn CLI. Common Metre.

The Bread of Life.— John vi.49, 54.

1

LET us adore the eternal word, 'Tis he our souls hath fed; Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou the immortal bread.

2

The manna came from lower skies; But Jesus from above; Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise, And rivers flow with love.

3

The ancient fathers, dy'd at last, Who ate that heavenly bread; But these provisions which we taste Can raise us from the dead.

4

Blest be the Lord that gives his flesh To nourish dying men; And often spreads his table fresh Lest we should faint again.

5

Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath While Jesus finds supplies; Nor shall our graces sink to death, For Jesus never dies.

6

Daily our mortal flesh decays, But Christ our life shall come; And by his mighty power shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.

WATTS.

Hymn CLII. Common Metre. On the Death of a Child.

1

LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour, How soon the vapour flies! Man is a tender transient flower That in the blooming dies.

2

Death spreads, like winter, frozen arms And beauty smiles no more; Where, now are fled those rising charms Which pleas'd our eyes before?

3

The once lov'd form now cold and dead Each mournful thought employs, And nature weeps her comforts fled And wither'd all her joys.

4

But wait the interposing gloom And lo! stern winter flies! And drest in beauty's fairest bloom, The flowery tribes arise.

5

Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When, what we now deplore Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom, to fade no more.

6

Then cease, fond nature, dry thy tears, Religion points on high; There everlasting spring appears, And joys that never die.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLIII. Long Metre. Life and Death.

1

LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t'insure the great reward; And whilst the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.

2

Life is the hour which God has given, To 'scape from hell and fly to heav'n;

The day of grace and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.

3

The living know that they must die, But all the dead forgotten lie; Their memory and their sense are gone, Alike unknowing and unknown.

4

Their hatred and their love are lost, Their envy buried in the dust; They have no share in all that's done, Beneath the circuit of the sun.

5

No acts of pardon can be past, In the cold grave to which we haste: For no repentance can be found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

6

Then what my thoughts design to do, My soul, with all thy might pursue; Believe, and take the promis'd rest, Obey, and be forever blest.

WATTS.

Hymn CLIV. Common Metre. Conviction of Sin, and Relief by the Gospel.

1

LORD, how secure my conscience was And felt no inward dread! I was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead!

2

My hopes of heaven were firm and bright, But since the precept came, With a convincing power and light, I find how vile I am.

3

My guilt appear'd but small before Till terrify'd I saw, How perfect, holy, just and pure Is thine eternal law.

4

Then f••lt my soul the heavy load, My sins reviv'd again; I had provok'd a holy God And all my hopes are vain.

5

My God, what power shall I invoke With my last lab'ring breath, To rid me of this wretched yoke, These bonds of sin and death.

6

In Jesus I behold thy face, Thy mercy there I see; Thro' him I trust thy boundless grace, To set the pris'ner free.

WATTS, with variation and addition.

Hymn CLV. Common Metre. Recovery from Sickness.

1

LORD in thy service I would spend The remnant of my days;

Why was this fleeting breath renew'd, But to renew thy praise?

2

Thy own almighty power and love Did this weak frame sustain, When life was hovering o'er the grave And nature sunk with pain.

3

Thou, when the pains of death were felt, Didst chase the fears of hell; And teach my pale and quiv'ring lips Thy matchless grace to tell.

4

Into thy hands, my Saviour God, I did my soul resign; In firm dependence on that truth Which made salvation mine.

5

From the dark borders of the grave At thy command I come; Nor would I urge a speedier flight To my celestial home.

6

Where thou shalt settle my abode There would I choose to be; For in thy presence, death is life, And earth is heav'n with thee.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLVI. Long Metre. Storm and Thunder.

1

LORD of the earth, and sea, and skies, All nature owns thy sovereign power; At thy command the tempests rise, At thy command the thunders roar.

2

We hear with trembling and affright The voice of heaven, tremendous sound! Keen lightnings pierce the shades of night, And spread their horrors all around.

3

What mortal could sustain the stroke, Should wrath divine in dreadful storms, Which our repeated crimes provoke, Descend to crush rebellious worms!

4

These dreadful glories of thy name With terror would o'erwhelm our souls; But mercy dawns with kinder beam, And guilt and rising fear controls.

5

O let thy mercy, on my heart, With cheering, healing radiance shine; Bid every anxious fear depart, And gently whisper "thou art mine."

6

Then, safe beneath thy guardian care, In hope serene, my soul shall rest; Nor storms nor dangers reach me there, In thee, my God, my refuge blest.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLVII. Long Metre. The Eternal Sabbath.

1

LORD of the Sabbath hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And let our songs and worship rise Like grateful incense to the skies.

2

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that, our labouring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire.

3

No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues.

4

No rude alarms, no raging foes, To interrupt the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded Sun, To veil the bright eternal noon.

5

O long expected day, begin, Dawn on these realms of death and sin; Fain would we quit this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLVIII. Common Metre. Divine Goodness.

1

LORD thou art good, all nature shows Thee full and free and kind; Thy bounty thro' creation flows, Nor can it be confin'd.

2

The whole in every part proclaims Thy infinite good will! It shines in stars, it flows in streams, And bursts from every hill.

3

It fills the wide extended main, And heavens which spread more wide; It drops in gentle showers of rain, And rolls in every tide.

4

Still hath it been diffus'd and free, Through ages past and gone; Nor ever can exhausted be, But still keeps flowing on.

5

Through the whole earth it pours supplies, Spreads joy thro' all its parts; Lord, may thy goodness draw our eyes, And captivate our hearts.

6

High admiration let it raise, And kind affections move; Employ our tongues in hymns of praise, And fill our hearts with love.

LIVERPOOL Collection·

Hymn CLIX. Short Metre. The Promise to Believers and their Children.

1

LORD, what our ears have heard, Our eyes delighted trace; Thy love in long succession shown To Sion's chosen race.

2

Our children thou dost claim And mark them out for thine, Ten thousand blessings to thy name For goodness so divine.

3

Thee, let the fathers own, And thee, the sons adore; Join'd to the Lord in solemn vows, To be forgot no more.

4

Thy cov'nant may they keep And bless the happy bands, Which closer still engage their hearts To honour thy commands.

5

How great thy mercies Lord, How plenteous is thy grace! Which, in the promise of thy love, Includes our rising race.

6

Our offspring, still thy care, Shall own their father's God, To latest times thy blessing share, And sound thy praise abroad.

SALISBURY Collection.

Hymn CLX. Common Metre. Creation and Providence.

1

LORD when my raptur'd tho't surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid my soul adore.

2

Where'er I turn my gazing eyes Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise And speak the hand divine.

3

The living tribes of countless forms, In earth and sea and air; The meanest flies, the smallest worms, Almighty power declare.

4

All rose to life at thy command, And wait their daily food, From thy paternal, bounteous hand, Exhaustless spring of good!

5

The meads, array'd in beauteous green, With wholesome herbage crown'd; The fields with corn, a richer scene, Spread thy full bounties round.

6

The fruitful tree, the blooming flower, In varied charms appear; Their varied charms display thy power, Thy goodness all declare.

7

The sun's productive quick'ning beams The growing verdure spread; Refreshing rains and cooling streams His gentle influence aid.

8

The moon and stars his absent light Reflect with borrow'd rays; And deck the sable veil of night And speak their maker's praise.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLXI. Long Metre. Faith in the Redeeme••'s Sacrifice.

1

LORD, when my tho'ts delighted rove Amidst the wonders of thy love; Glad hope revives my drooping heart, And bids intruding fea•• depart.

2

But whilst thy sufferings I survey, And saith enjoys a heavenly ray, These dear memorials of thy pain Present anew the dreadful scene.

3

I hear thy groans, with deep surprize, And view thy wounds with weeping eyes; Each bleeding wound, each dying groan, With anguish fill'd, and pains unknown.

4

For mortal crimes, a sacrifice, The Lord of life, the Saviour dies; What love, what mercy, how divine! And can I call the Saviour mine?

5

Repenting sorrow fills my heart, But mingling joy allays the smart; O may my future life declare, The sorrow and the joy sincere.

6

Be all my heart, and all my d••••s Devoted to my Saviour's praise; And let my glad obedience prove How much I owe, how much I love.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLXII. Long Metre. The Gospel Jubilee.

1

LOUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; Let every ••oul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year.

2

Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, That you ten thousand talents owe, When humbled at his feet you fall, Your gracious Lord forgives them all.

3

Slaves, who have borne the heavy chain, Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign,

To liberty assert your claim, And plead the great Redeemer's name.

4

The rich inheritance of heaven Your joy, your crown are freely giv'n, Fair Salem your arrival waits, With golden streets and pearly gates.

5

Her blest inhabitants, no more, Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt but love immensely great, Whose joy still rises with the debt.

6

O happy souls, who know the sound! God's light shall all their steps surround; And shew that jubilee begun, Which through eternal years shall run.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLXIII. Hallelujah Metre. The Triumph of Christ and the Power of his Gospel.

1

LOUD to the prince of heaven Your cheerful voices raise; To him your vows be given, And fill his courts with praise. With conscious worth, All clad in arms, All bright in charms, He sallies forth.

2

Gird on thy conquering sword, Ascend thy shining car; And march, almighty Lord, To wage thy holy war. Before his wheels, In glad surprize Ye vollies rise, And sink ye hills.

3

Fair truth and gentle love, With righteousness and peace, In thy retinue move, Thy conquering power to grace. Thou in their cause Shalt prosperous ride, And far and wide, Dispense thy Laws.

4

Before thy mighty sword, Millions of foes shall fall; The captives of thy word, That word which conquers all. The world shall know, Great King of Kings, What wond'rous things Thine arm can do.

5

Here to my willing soul Bend thy triumphant way, Here, every foe control And all thy power display. Beneath thy sword, Blest Jesus, see I bow to thee, My Prince and Lord.

DODDRIDGE varied.

Hymn CLXIV. Long Metre. Folly cured by Affliction.

1

LOW at thy gracious feet I bend, My God, my everlasting friend, Permit the claim, O let thine ear, My humble suit indulgent hear.

2

Lord, thou hast bid me seek thy face, And ask of thee, thy promis'd grace; O may thy favour, bliss divine! With fuller, clearer radiance shine.

3

But, O my heart, reflect with shame, Can I prefer so bold a claim? Conscious how often I have stray'd, By empty vanities betray'd.

4

How oft, ungrateful to my God, Have trifles call'd my thoughts abroad! Till heavenly pity saw me roam, And bade affliction bring me home.

5

And when the snares of earth were broke, By kind affliction's needful stroke, Have not I own'd with humble praise That just and right are all his ways?

6

Yes, gracious God, before thy throne, My vileness and thy love I own; O let that love with beams divine, Forgiving, healing, round me shine.

7

When e'er ungrateful to my God, This heedless heart requires the rod, Thy arm supporting, I implore, The hand that chastens, can restore.

8

O may the kind conviction prove, A 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of thy paternal love; Wean me from earth, from sin refine, And make my heart entirely thine.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLXV. Common Metre. The new Jerusalem.

1

LO, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and seas are past away And the old rolling skies!

2

From the third heav'n where God resides, That holy, happy place, The new Jerusalem comes down, Adorn'd with shining grace.

3

Attending angels shout for joy And the bright armies sing, "Mortals, behold the sacred seat, Of your descending King.

4

"The God of glory, down to men Removes his blest abode;

Men are the objects of his love And he their gracious God.

5

"His tender hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye, And pains and groans and griefs and fears And death itself shall die."

6

How bright the vision! but how long Shall this glad hour delay! Fly swifter round, ye wings of time, And bring the welcome day.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXVI. Common Metre. A living and a dead Faith.

1

MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast, Of inward joys and sins forgiven, Whilst they are slaves to lust;

2

Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ the living head.

3

'Tis faith that changes all the heart, 'Tis faith that works by love;

That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.

4

'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell, By a celestial power; This is the grace that shall prevail, In the decisive hour.

5

Faith must obey our father's will As well as trust his grace; A pardoning God is jealous still, For his own holiness▪

6

When from the curse he ••ets us free, He makes our natures clean; Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin.

7

His spirit fills our hearts with love And seals our peace with God▪ With cheerful steps our feet shall move Along the heavenly road.

WATTS varied.

Hymn CLXVII. Long Metre. The Example of Christ.

1

MY dear redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life thy law appears Drawn out in living characters.

2

Such was thy piety and zeal Thy deference to thy father's will; Thy love and meekness, so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine.

3

Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer; The desart thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too.

4

Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXVIII. Long Metre. Retirement and Meditation.

1

MY God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee; Amidst ten thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.

2

Why should my passions mix with earth And thus degrade my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go?

3

Call me away from flesh and sense, Thy sov'reign word can draw me thence,

I would obey the voice divine And all inferior joys resign.

4

Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind My heaven and there my God I find.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXIX. Common Metre. The Everlasting Covenant.

1

MY God, the Cov'nant of thy love Abides forever sure; And in its boundless grace I feel My happiness secure.

2

What tho' my house be not with thee, As nature could desire? To higher joys than nature gives, My nobler views aspire.

3

Since thou the everlasting God, My Father art become; Jesus, my guardian and my friend, And heaven my final home;

4

I welcome all thy sov'reign will, For all that will is love; And when thy providence is dark, I wait thy light above.

5

Thy cov'nant in my dying hour Shall dwell upon my tongue; And when I wake, shall still employ My everlasting song.

DODDRIDGE varied.

Hymn CLXX. Common Metre. Gratitude the Spring of true Religion.

1

MY God, what silken cords are thine! How soft and yet how strong! Whilst power, and truth, and love combine To draw our souls along.

2

When crush'd beneath the heavy yoke Of satan and of sin; Thy hand our iron bondage broke, Our grateful hearts to win.

3

The guilt of twice ten thousand sins Thy mercy takes away; Thy promise, when the war begins, Secures the crowning day.

4

Comfort thro' all this vale of tears In rich profusion flows, The glory of unnumber'd years Eternity bestows.

5

Drawn by such cords we onward move Till round thy throne we meet;

And captives in the chains of love Fall at our conqu'ror's feet.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLXXI. Long Metre. Imploring Divine Influences.

1

MY God, whene'er my longing heart Its grateful tribute would impart; In vain my tongue with feeble aim Attempts the glories of thy name.

2

In vain, my boldest thoughts arise, I sink to earth, and lose the skies; Yet I may still thy grace implore, And low in dust, thy name adore.

3

O let thy grace my heart inspire, And raise each languid, weak desire; Thy grace, which condescends to meet The sinner prostrate at thy feet.

4

With humble fear let love unite, And mix devotion with delight; Then shall thy name be all my joy, Thy praise my constant, blest employ.

5

Thy name inspires the harps above, With harmony and praise and love; That grace which tunes th' immortal strings Looks kindly down on mortal things.

O let thy grace guide every song, And fill my heart and tune my tongue; Then shall the strains harmonious flow, And heavenly joy begin below.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLXXII. Short Metre. God our Creator and Benefactor.

1

MY maker and my king! To thee, my all I owe; Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring From whence my blessings flow.

2

Thou, ever good and kind! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love.

3

The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live, My God, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 benefits demand, More praise than I can give.

4

Lord what can I impart When all is thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart, The gift, alas, how poor!

5

Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove?

Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love.

6

O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLXXIII. Common Metre. Repentance and Hope.

1

MY Saviour, when my thoughts recal▪ The wonders of thy grace, Low at thy feet asham'd I fall And hide my guilty face.

2

Shall love like thine be thus repaid? Ah vile ungrateful heart! By earth's unworthy cares betray'd From Jesus to depart!

3

From Jesus, who alone can give True pleasure, peace and rest: When absent from my Lord, I live, Unsatisfy'd, unblest.

4

But he, for his own mercy's sake My wandering soul restores: He bids the mourning heart partake: The pardon it implores.

O whilst I breathe to thee, my Lord, The penitential sigh; Confirm the kind the pardoning word With pity in thine eye.

6

Then shall the mourner, at thy feet, Rejoice to seek thy face, And grateful own how kind, how sweet, Is thy forgiving grace.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CLXXIV. Short Metre. Confession and Pardon.

1

MY sorrows like a flood, Impatient of restraint, Into thy bosom, O my God, Pour out a long complaint.

2

How often have I stood, A rebel to the skies! Yet, O the patience of my God, Thy thunder silent lies.

3

Now by a powerful glance, My Saviour, from thy face, This rebel heart no more withstands But yields to sovereign grace.

I see the prince of life Display his wounded veins;

I see the fountain opened wide, To wash away my stains.

5

My God is reconcil'd, My tears his pity move; He calls me his adopted child, The object of his love.

6

Now let me not receive In vain this heavenly grace; But let it be a fruitful seed Producing holiness.

WATTS, abbreviated and altered.

Hymn CLXXV. Common Metre. The Christian Race.

1

MY soul, awake, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

2

A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod. And onward urge thy way.

3

'Tis God's all animating voice Which calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.

4

That prize, with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems▪ Shall blend in common dust.

5

My soul, with sacred ardor fir'd, The glorious prize pursue; And meet, with joy, the high command, To bid this earth adieu.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLXXVI. Short Metre. Prayer in Sickness.

1

MY Sov'reign, to thy throne, With humble hope I press, O bow thine ear to hear the groan Of indigent distress.

2

Th' eternal priest appears Before thee with his blood; Thro' him I offer these my tears And cast my care on God.

3

My life, bow'd down with pain, Mourns its decaying bloom; Lord, clothe these bones with flesh again, And spare me from the tomb.

4

Without one murm'ring word Thy chastening I receive;

But with submission ask, O Lord, A merciful reprieve.

5

Distress'd and pain'd as now, Thy aid I once implor'd; Thy pity heard my earnest vow, Thy power my health restor'd.

6

My supplicating voice, Unwearied, I will raise; Say to thy servant's soul, "rejoice," And fill my mouth with praise.

SCOTT.

Hymn CLXXVII. Common Metre. Marriage.

1

MYSTERIOUS rite! by heaven ordain'd This sacred truth to prove, The bliss which mortals here enjoy Must flow from virtuous love.

2

Though made by God's almighty hand And in his image form'd; Yet Adam knew no happiness Till love his bosom warm'd.

3

Eden with all its beauteous groves And fruits of richest taste, To one for social bliss design'd Was but a lonely waste.

4

But when his lovely bride appear'd In native graces drest, The latent spark burst into flame And love inspir'd his breast.

5

What wise provision hast thou made, Great parent of mankind, That all thine offspring may enjoy The bliss for them design'd!

6

Then will we join our hearts and hands In bonds of virtuous love; And whilst we live in peace below, Prepare for bliss above.

Hymn CLXXVIII. Common Metre. Submission to Providence.

1

NAKED as from the earth we came And rose to life at first, We to the earth return again And mingle with our dust.

2

The dear delights we here enjoy And call our own, in vain, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid again.

3

'Tis God who lifts our comforts high Or sinks them to the grave, He gives, and blessed be his name, He takes but what he gave.

4

Peace, all our angry passions then! Let each impatient sigh Be silent at his sov'reign will, And every murmur die.

5

If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread; And we'll adore the justice too That strikes our comforts dead.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXIX. Common Metre. Vain Prosperity, or Forgetfulness of God.

1

NO, I shall envy them no more, Who grow profanely great; Tho' they increase their golden store, And shine in robes of state.

2

They taste of all the joys that grow Upon this earthly clod; In vain they search the creature thro' Whilst they forget the God.

3

Shake off the tho'ts of dying too And think your life, your own; But death comes hastening on to you To cut your glory down.

4

Yes, you must bow your stately head, Away your spirit flies;

And no kind angel near your bed To bear it to the skies.

5

Go now and boast of all your stores And tell how bright you shine; Your heaps of glittering dust are yours, And my Redeemer's mine.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXX. Common Metre. The Holiness and Happiness of Heaven.

1

NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor sense, nor reason known, What joys the father hath prepar'd For those that love the Son.

2

But the good spirit of the Lord Reveals a heaven to come; The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home.

3

Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lip, nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss.

4

Not the malicious or profane, The covetous or proud, Nor thieves nor slanderers shall obtain The kingdom of our God.

5

Those holy gates forever bar Pollution, sin and shame; None shall receive admittance there But followers of the lamb.

6

If we are wash'd in Jesus' blood And pardon'd thro' his name; If the good spirit of our God Has sanctify'd our frame;

7

We ask a persevering power To keep thy just commands; We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands.

WATTS varied.

Hymn CLXXXI. Long Metre. Christians, the Sons of God.

1

NOT all the nobles of the earth, Who boast the honours of their birth, Such real dignity can claim, As those who bear the Christian name.

2

To them the privilege is given, To be the sons and heirs of heaven; Sons of the God, who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the sky.

3

On them, a happy, chosen race, Their father pours his richest grace; To them his counsels he imparts, And writes his law within their hearts.

4

When thro' temptation they rebel, His chastening rod he makes them feel; Then with a father's tender heart, He sooths the pain and heals the smart.

5

Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye, Leads them from earth to heaven above, And crowns them with eternal love.

6

Have I the honour, Lord, to be One of this numerous family? On me thy gracious gift bestow To call my God, my father too.

7

So may my conduct ever prove, My filial piety and love; Whilst all my brethren clearly trace, Their father's image in my face.

STENNET.

Hymn CLXXXII. Long Metre. Divine Compassion to Sinners.

1

NOT to condemn the sons of men Did Christ the son of God appear;

No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there.

2

Such was the pity of our God, He lov'd the race of man so well; He sent his son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

3

Let sinners hear the Saviour's word, Trust in his mighty name and live, A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give.

4

"Come all ye weary, fainting souls, Ye heavy laden sinners come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And lead you to my heavenly home.

5

"Ye shall find rest that learn of me, I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind.

6

"Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take My yoke and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light."

7

Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith and hope and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To rule and guide us at thy will.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXXIII. Common Metre. Sinai and Sion.

1

NOT to the terrors of the Lord The tempest, fire and smoke, Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke.

2

But we are come to Sion's hill The city of our God; Where milder words declare his will And spread his love abroad.

3

Behold th' innumerable host Of angels cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just Whose faith is turn'd to sight!

4

Behold, the blest assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven! And God, the judge of all, declares Their vilest sins forgiven.

5

The saints on earth, and all the dead But one communion make; All join in Christ their living head And of his grace partake.

6

In such society as this My weary soul would rest; The man that dwells, where Jesus is, Must be forever blest.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXXIV. Common Metre. On the Death of a Minister.

1

NOW let our drooping hearts revive, And all our tears be dry; Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief, Which view a Saviour nigh?

2

What, tho' the gloomy tyrant death Doth God's own house invade? What, tho' the prophet and the priest Be number'd with the dead?

3

Tho' earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young; The watchful eye in darkness clos'd; And mute th' instructive tongue:

4

Th' eternal shepherd still survives New comfort to impart, His hand still guides us, and his voice Still animates our heart.

5

"Lo I am with you," saith the Lord, "My church shall safe abide; For I will ne'er forsake my own, Whose souls in me confide."

6

Thro' every scene of life and death This promise is our trust; And this shall be our children's song When we are laid in dust.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLXXXV. Common Metre. The Intercession of Christ.

1

NOW let our humble faith behold Our great high priest above, And celebrate his constant care And sympathetic love.

2

Exalted to his father's throne, With matchless honours crown'd; And Lord of all th' angelic host Who wait, the throne around;

3

The names of all the saints he bears, Engraven on his heart; Nor shall the meanest saint complain That he hath lost his part.

4

Those characters shall firm remain Our everlasting trust; When gems, and monuments and crowns Are moulder'd into dust.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLXXXVI. Common Metre. God's Love to his Church.

1

NOW shall my inward joys arise And burst into a song: Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasures tune my tongue.

2

God, on his thirsty Sion hill, Some mercy-drops has thrown, And solemn oaths have bound his love To shower salvation down.

3

Why do we then indulge our fears, Suspicions and complaints? Is he a God? and shall his grace Grow weary of his saints?

4

Can a kind mother e'er forget The object of her care? Among a thousand tender tho'ts, Her suckling have no share?

5

"Yet (saith the Lord) should nature change And mothers monsters prove,

Sion still dwells upon the heart Of everlasting love.

6

"Deep on the palms of both my hands I have engrav'd her name; My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, And build her broken frame."

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXXVII. Long Metre. The Glory and Grace of Christ.

1

NOW to the Lord a noble song! Awake my soul, awake my tongue; Hosanna to th' eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim.

2

See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God in the person of his son Has all his noblest works outdone.

3

The spacious earth and spreading flood, Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star.

4

But in thy Son a glory shines, Drawn out in far superior lines

The lustre of redeeming grace Outshines the beams of nature's face.

5

Grace! tis a pure celestial theme, Our tho'ts rejoice at Jesus' name! Ye angels dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens reflect it to the ground.

6

O may we reach that glorious place Where we shall see him face to face; Where all his saints from death restor'd, Shall be forever with the Lord.

WATTS, varied.

Hymn CLXXXVIII. Long Metre. Glory to Christ our Priest and King.

1

NOW to the Lord who makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above.

2

'Twas he who cleans'd us from our sins, And wash'd us in his precious blood; 'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.

3

To Jesus, our atoning priest, To Jesus, our eternal king,

Be universal power confess'd, And every tongue his glory sing.

4

Behold, on flying clouds he comes! And every eye shall see him move! Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once Then he displays his pardoning love.

5

The unbelieving world shall wail, Whilst we rejoice to see the day; Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXXIX. Long Metre. Salvation by Grace.

1

NOW to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honours given, He saves from sin, we bless his name, And calls our wandering feet to heav'n.

2

Not for our duties or deserts, But of his own abundant grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise.

3

'Twas his own purpose that begun To rescue sinners doom'd to die; He gave us grace in Christ his son, Before he spread the starry sky.

4

Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, And makes his father's counsels known; Declares the great transactions past, And brings immortal blessings down.

5

He dies, and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell destroy; Rising, he bro't our heaven to light, And took possession of the joy.

WATTS,

Hymn CXC. Common Metre. Divine Goodness in Afflictions.

1

NOW to thy heav'nly father's praise My heart, thy tribute bring; That goodness which prolongs my days With grateful pleasure sing.

2

Whene'er he sends afflicting pains His mercy holds the rod; His powerful word, the heart sustains, And speaks a faithful God.

3

A faithful God is ever nigh, When humble grief implores; His ear attends each plaintive sigh, He pities and restores.

4

My grateful soul would humbly bring Her tribute to thy throne;

Accept the wish, my God, my King, To make thy goodness known.

5

O be the life thy hand restores Devoted to thy praise! To thee, I consecrate my powers, To thee, my future days.

6

Thy soul enlivening grace impart, A warmer love inspire; And be the breathings of my heart Dependance and desire.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CXCI. Common Metre. Winter.

1

NOW winter throws his icy chains Encircling nature round: How bleak, how comfortless the plains, With verdure lately crown'd!

2

The sun withdraws his vital beams And light and warmth depart; And drooping, lifeless nature seems An emblem of my heart.

3

My heart, where mental winter reigns, In night's dark mantle clad, Confin'd in cold inactive chains How desolate and sad!

4

E'er long the sun with genial ray Shall cheer the mourning earth; And blooming flowers and verdure gay Renew their annual birth.

5

So, if my soul's bright sun impart His all-enliv'ning smile, The vital ray shall cheer my heart, Till then, a frozen soil.

6

Then faith, and hope, and love, shall rise Renew'd to lively bloom, And breathe accepted to the skies Their humble, sweet perfume.

7

Great source of light, thy beams display, My drooping joys restore, And guide me to the seats of day Where winter frowns no more.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CXCII. Common Metre. Charity.

1

O CHARITY, thou heavenly grace, All tender, soft and kind! A friend to all the human race, To all that's good inclin'd!

2

The man of charity extends To all, his liberal hand;

His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends His pity may command.

3

He aids the poor in their distress, He hears when they complain, With tender heart delights to bless, And lessen all their pain.

4

The sick, the pris'ner, poor and blind, And all the sons of grief, In him a benefactor find, He loves to give relief.

5

'Tis love that makes religion sweet, 'Tis love that makes us rise, With willing mind and ardent feet, To yonder happy skies.

6

Then let us all in love abound, And charity pursue, Thus shall we be with glory crown'd, And love as angels do.

PROUD.

Hymn CXCIII. Long Metre. Longing for Heaven.

1

O COULD I soar to worlds above, That blessed state of peace and love! How gladly would I mount and fly On angels' wings to joys on high!

2

But ah, still longer must I stay, Ere darksome night is chang'd to day; More crosses, sorrows, conflicts bear, Expos'd to trials, pains and care.

3

Well, let these troubles still abound, Let thorns and briars fill the ground; Let storms and tempests dreadful come Till I arrive at heaven my home.

4

My father knows what road is best And how to lead to peace and rest; To him I cheerful give my all, Go where he leads and wait his call.

5

When he commands my soul away Not kingdoms then shall tempt my stay; With rapture I shall wake and rise To join my friends above the skies.

PROUD.

Hymn CXCIV. Common Metre. The universal Extent of Christ's Kingdom.

1

O'ER mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days shall rise; Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes.

2

To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow;

Up to the mount of God they say, And to his house, we'll go.

3

The beams that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The king, who reigns in Salem's towr's, Shall the whole world command.

4

Among the nations he shall judge, His judgments, truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just, And crush the sinner's pride.

5

No war shall rage, nor hostile strife, Disturb those h••ppy years; To plough-shares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hocks their spears.

6

No longer, hosts encountering hosts, Shall croads of slain deplore; They'll lay the martial trumpet by And study war no more.

SCOTCH Paraphrases.

Hymn CXCV. Common Metre. Obedience to God our Father.

1

O GOD, my Father, I adore That all-commanding name; It will my soul to life restore, And kindle all my flame.

2

Entire, I bow at thy commands, My filial homage pay; With heart and life, with tongue and hands, I'll cheerfully obey.

3

I'll willfully no more transgress As I too oft have done; But ev'ry sinful tho't suppress, Each sinful action shun.

4

Each day I live, I'll seek with care, My Father, well to please, And in this course will persevere By thine assisting grace.

5

Thus will I my relation claim, And call myself thy son, And whilst I bear the glorious name, My father's rights will own.

6

I will; but thou must strength impart This promise to fulfil; Lord, write thy law upon my heart That I may do thy will.

Hymn CXCVI. Long Metre. Brotherly Love.

1

O GOD, our father and our King, Of all we have, or hope, the spring;

Send down thy spirit from above, And fill our hearts with holy love.

2

May we from every act abstain, That hurts, or gives our neighbour pain, And every secret wish suppress, That would abridge his happiness.

3

Still may we feel our hearts inclin'd, To act the friend to all mankind; Still seek their safety, health and ease, Their virtue and eternal peace.

4

With pity may our breast o'erflow, When we behold a wretch in woe; And bear a sympathising part With all who are of heavy heart.

5

Let love in all our conduct shine, An image fair, tho' faint of thine; Thus may we his disciples prove Who came to manifest thy love.

SALISBURY Collection.

Hymn CXCVII. Common Metre. TE DEUM. A general Hymn of Praise.

1

O GOD, we praise thee and confess That thou the only Lord,

And everlasting father art, By all the earth ador'd.

2

To thee all angels cry aloud, To thee the powers on high, Both Cherubim and Seraphim, Continually do cry.

3

O holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory fill'd Of thy majestic sway.

4

Th' apostles glorious company, And prophets crown'd with light, With all the martyrs noble host, Thy constant praise recite.

5

The holy Church throughout the world O Lord, confesses thee, That thou, eternal father art, Of boundless majesty.

6

Thy honour'd true and only Son, And Holy Ghost, the spring Of never ceasing joy; O Christ, Of glory thou art King.

PATRICK.

Hymn CXCVIII. Long Metre. The Glory and Safety of the Church.

1

O HAPPY Church, celestial bride, Thy husband will with thee reside, With matchless glory thou shalt shine In robes of honour all divine.

2

Silver and gold her happy dress, Truth, meekness, love and righteousness; Holy without and pure within, Free from the guilt of reigning sin.

3

Her laws and doctrines just and right, Her priests, the ministers of light; Her order from the courts above, And all her service done in love.

4

Her discipline is from the word, Her head and ruler is the Lord; Her sons and daughters all agree And live in peace and charity.

5

Her journey is the holy way Which leads to everlasting day, And her eternal sure reward A crown of glory with the Lord.

PACUD.

Hymn CXCIX. Common Metre. The Ways of Wisdom.

1

O HAPPY is the man who hears Instruction's faithful voice; And who, celestial wisdom makes, His early, only choice.

2

Her treasures are of more esteem Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than all their mines of gold.

3

In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy days; Riches, with splendid honours join'd, Her left hand full displays.

4

She guides the young with innocence In pleasure's paths to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.

5

According as her labours rise So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.

SCOTCH Paraphrases.

Hymn CC. Common Metre. Filial Submission.

1

O LORD, my best desires fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine.

2

Why should I shrink at thy command Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears!

3

No, let me rather freely yield What most I prize to thee; Who never hast a gift withheld, Nor wilt withhold, from me.

COWPER.

4

I would submit to all thy will For thou art good and wise; Let every anxious thought be still Nor one faint murmur rise.

5

Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom And bid me wait serene; Till hopes and joys immortal bloom And brighten all the scene.

6

My father! O permit my heart, To plead her humble claim, And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCI. Common Metre. A Morning or Evening Hymn.

1

ON thee each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend; In whom are founded all my hopes, In whom my wishes end.

2

My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, Thy boundless love surveys, And fir'd with grateful zeal prepares Her sacrifice of praise.

3

When evening slumbers press my eyes, With thy protection blest, In peace and safety I commit My weary limbs to rest.

4

My spirit in thy hands secure Fears no approaching ill; For whether waking or asleep Thou, Lord, art with me still.

5

Then will I daily to the world Thy wondrous acts proclaim; Whilst all with me shall praises sing And bless thy sacred name.

6

At morn, at noon, at night I'll still The growing work pursue; And thee alone wilt praise, to whom Eternal praise is due.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn CCII. Common Metre. Resignation, or Good out of Evil.

1

O RESIGNATION, heavenly power, Our warmest thoughts engage; Thou art the safest guide of youth, The sole support of age.

2

Teach us the hand of love divine In evils to discern; 'Tis the first lesson which we need The latest which we learn.

Is resignation's lesson hard? On trial we shall find, It makes us give up nothing more Than anguish of the mind.

4

Resign, and all the pain of life That moment we remove; The heavy load of grief and care Devolves on ONE above.

5

He bids us lay our burthen down On his almighty hand; Supports our feeble frame, and makes Our weary feet to stand.

6

What though we're swallow'd in the deep, And billows round us roar? Like Jonah thou wilt safely keep, And guide us to the shore.

7

Thy will is welcome, let it wear Its most tremendous form; Though tempests rise, we know that thou Canst save us by the storm.

YOUNG, altered.

Hymn CCIII. Common Metre. Desire of Communion with God.

1

O THAT I knew the secret place Where I might find my God! I'd spread my wants before his face And pour my woes abroad.

2

I'd tell him how my sins arise, What sorrows I sustain; How strength decays and comfort dies And leaves my heart in pain.

3

He knows what arguments I'd take To wrestle with my God; I'd plead for his own mercy's sake, And plead my Saviour's blood.

4

My God will pity my complaints, And heal my broken bones; He knows the meaning of his saints, The language of their groans▪

5

Arise, my soul, from deep distress, And banish every fear; He calls me to his throne of grace, To spread my sorrows there.

WATTS.

Hymn CCIV. Long Metre. On the Dangerous Sickness of a Minister.

1

O THOU, before whose gracious throne We bow our suppliant spirits down; Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel, And all our trembling lips would tell.

2

Thou only canst assuage our grief, And give our sorrowing hearts relief. In mercy then, thy servant spare, Nor turn aside thy people's prayer.

3

Avert thy desolating stroke, Nor smite the shepherd of the flock; Restore him, sinking to the grave, Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save.

4

Bound to each soul by tender ties, In every heart his image lies; Thy pitying aid, O God, impart, Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.

5

But if our supplications fail, And prayers and tears cannot prevail! Be thou his strength, be thou his stay, Support him thro' the gloomy way.

6

Around him may thy angels stand, Waiting the signal of thy hand; To bid his happy spirit rise And bear him to their native skies.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn CCV. Common Metre.

The Christian's Resolution, founded on Jacob's Vow. Gen. xxviii.20.

1

O THOU, by whose all-bounteous hand, Thy people still are fed;

Who thro' life's weary pilgrimage, Hast all our fathers led.

2

To thee, our humble vow we raise, To thee, address our prayer; And in thy kind, and faithful hand, Deposit all our care.

3

If thou, thro' each perplexing path, Wilt be our constant guide; If thou wilt daily food supply, And raiment wilt provide;

4

If thou wilt spread thy shield around, Till all our wand'rings cease; And at our father's safe abode Our souls arrive in peace;

5

To thee, as to our cov'nant God, Ourselves we will re••••••••; And count that all on earth we have, And e'en our life is thine.

Hymn CCVI. Common Metre. The Contrite Heart.

1

O THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh, Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye.

2

See! low before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn, Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said, return?

3

And shall my guilty fears prevail, To drive me from thy feet? O let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat.

4

Absent from thee, my guide, my light. Without one cheering ray, Thro' dangers, fears and gloomy night, How desolate my way!

5

O shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine; And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine.

6

Thy presence only can bestow, Delights which never cloy; Be this my comfort here below, And my eternal joy.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCVII. Long Metre. The Importance of Time.

1

O TIME, how few thy value weigh, How few will estimate a day!

Days, months and years are rolling on, The soul neglected and undone.

2

In painful cares or empty joys Our life its precious hours destroys; Whilst death stands watching at our side, Eager to stop the living tide.

3

Was it for this, ye mortal race, Your maker gave you here a place? Was it for this, his thought design'd The frame of your immortal mind?

4

For nobler cares, for joys sublime, He fashioned all the sons of time; Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be The heirs of immortality.

5

This season of your being, know, Is given to you, your seeds to sow; Wisdom and folly's differing grain In future worlds is bliss and pain.

6

Then let me every day review, Idle or busy search it through; And whilst probation's minutes last, Let every day amend the past.

SCOTT

Hymn CCVIII. Common Metre. Prudence.

1

O 'TIS a lovely thing to see, A man of prudent heart! Whose thoughts and lips and life agree To act a useful part.

2

When envy, strife and wars begin In little angry souls; Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals.

3

Their minds are humble, mild and meek, Nor does their anger rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes.

4

Their lives are prudence mix'd with love, Good works employ their day; They join the serpent with the dove, But cast the sting away.

5

Such was the saviour of mankind, Such pleasures he pursu'd; His manners gentle and refin'd, His soul divinely good.

Hymn CCIX. Long Metre.

Importunate Prayer. "Ask and ye shall receive." Matt. vii, 7. &c.

1

OUR father, thron'd above the sky, To thee, our empty hands we spread. Thy children, at thy footstool lie, And ask thy blessings on their head.

2

Let mercy all our sins dispel, As clouds before the solar beam, Our souls from bondage and from hell To liberty and life redeem.

3

With cheerful hope and filial fear, In that august and precious name, By thee ordain'd, we now draw near, And would the promis'd blessing claim.

4

Does not an earthly parent hear The cravings of his famish'd son? Will he reject the filial prayer, Or mock him with a cake of stone?

5

Our heavenly father, how much more Will thy divine compassions rise; And open thy unbounded store To satisfy thy children's cries?

6

Yes we will ask, and seek and press For gracious audience to thy seat,

Still hoping, waiting for success, If persevering to intreat.

7

For Jesus in his faithful word The patient supplicant has bless'd, And all thy saints with one accord The prevalence of prayer attest.

SCOTT.

Hymn CCX. Short Metre. Communion with God and Christ.

1

OUR heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet And our communion dear.

2

God pities all my griefs, He pardons every day; Almighty to protect my soul, And wise to guide my way.

3

How large his bounties are! What various stores of good, Diffus'd from my redeemer's hand, And purchas'd with his blood!

4

Jesus, my living head, I bless thy faithful care, My advocate, before the throne, And my fore-runner there.

5

Here fix, my roving heart, Here wait, my warmest love; Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXI. Hallelujah Metre. Christ seen of Angels.

1

O YE immortal throng, Of angels round the throne, Join with our feeble song, And make the Saviour known; On earth ye knew, His wondrous grace; His radiant face, In heaven ye view.

2

Ye saw the heav'n-born child, In human flesh array'd; How innocent and mild, When in the manger laid! And praise to God, And peace on earth, For such a birth, Proclaim'd aloud.

3

Ye in the wilderness, Beheld the tempter spoil'd, Well known in every dress, In every combat foil'd; Ye join'd to crown, The victor's head, When Satan fled, Before his frown.

4

Ye kept a silent guard, Around his sleeping head; Till the bright morn appear'd, Which wak'd him from the dead. Then roll'd the stone, And all ador'd, Your rising Lord, With joy unknown.

5

When all array'd in light, The shining conqueror rode; Ye hail'd his rapt'rous flight, Up to the throne of God. And wav'd around, Your ardent wings, And tun'd your strings, Of noblest sound.

6

The warbling notes pursue, And louder anthems raise; Whilst mortals sound with you, Their own redeemer's praise. And thou, my soul, With equal flame, His praise proclaim, Whilst ages roll.

DODDRIDGE altered.

Hymn CCXII. Long Metre. Patience.

1

PATIENCE, O what a grace divine, Sent from the God of peace and love; That leans upon its father's hand, As thro' the wilds of life we rove.

2

By patience we serenely bear The troubles of our mortal state; And wait contented our discharge Nor think our glory comes too late.

3

Tho' we in full sensation feel, The weight, the wounds our God ordains; We smile amidst our heaviest woes And triumph in our sharpest pains.

4

O for this grace to aid us on, And arm with fortitude the breast; Till life's tumultuous voyage is o'er We reach the port, of endless rest.

5

Faith into vision shall be brought, Hope shall in full enjoyment die; And patience in possession end In the bright world of bliss on high.

RIPPON's Collection.

Hymn CCXIII. Common Metre. The Peace and Consolation of a Christian.

1

PEACE, all ye sorrows of the heart, And every tear be dry, The christian ne'er can be forlorn Who views his Saviour nigh.

2

"Let not your sorrows rise," he says, "Nor be your souls afraid: Trust in your God's almighty name, And trust your Saviour's aid.

3

"Fair mans••ons in my father's house For all his children wait; And I your elder brother go To open wide the gate.

4

"And if I thither go before, A dwelling to prepare; I surely will return again That I may fix you there.

5

"United in eternal love, My people shall remain, And with rejoicing heart shall share The glories of my reign."

6

Thy gracious words, O Lord, we hear, And cordial joys they bring; Frail nature may extort a groan, But Death has lost its sting.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXIV. Common Metre. Submission to afflictive Providence.

1

PEACE, my complaining, doubting hear••▪ Ye busy cares be still;

Adore the just, the sovereign Lord, Nor murmur at his will.

2

Unerring wisdom guides his hand; Nor dares my guilty fear Amidst the sharpest pains I feel, Pronounce his hand severe.

3

To soften every painful stroke Indulgent mercy bends; And unrepining when I plead, His gracious ear attends.

4

Let me reflect with humble awe Whene'er my heart complains▪ Compar'd with what my sins deserve How easy are my pains!

5

Great sov'reign Lord I own thy hand, Thou just and wise and kind; Be every anxious tho't suppress'd, And all my soul resign'd.

6

From evil, thou wilt good produce And light from darkness raise; Thus thou wilt change my grief to joy, And turn my tears to praise.

MRS. STEELE, with addition.

Hymn CCXV. Common Metre. The Trials of Virtue.

1

PLAC'D on the verge of youth, my mind Life's opening scene survey'd;

I view'd its ills of various kinds Afflicted and afraid.

2

But chief my fear the dangers mov'd That virtue's path inclose; My heart the wise pursuit approv'd, But oh, what toils oppose!

3

For see, while yet her unknown ways With doubtful step I tread! A hostile world its terrors raise, Its snares delusive spread.

4

O how shall I with heart prepar'd Those terrors learn to meet? How from the thousand snares to guard My inexperienc'd feet?

5

Let faith suppress each rising fear, Each anxious doubt exclude; My maker's will has plac'd me here, A maker wise and good.

6

He to my ev'ry trial knows Its just restraint to give; Attentive to behold my woes, And faithful to relieve.

7

Then why thus heavy, O my soul? Say, why distrustful still, Thy tho'ts with vain impatience roll O'er scenes of future ill?

8

Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round Still in thy God confide; Whose finger marks the seas their bound, And curbs the rolling ••ide.

MERRICK.

Hymn CCXVI. Sevens Metre. Praise in Prosperity and Adversity.

1

PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days, Bounteous source of every joy, Let thy praise our songs employ.

2

For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the vine's exalted juice, For the generous olive's use.

3

Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain, Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse;

4

All that s••••••ng with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land: All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores.

5

These to thee our God, we owe, Source, whence all our blessings flow, And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6

Yet should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem, the opening ear; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop its green untimely fruit;

7

Should the vine put forth no more Nor the olive yield her store; Tho' the sickening flocks should fall And the herds desert the stall;

8

Yet to thee our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And when every blessing's flown Love thee for thyself alone.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Hymn CCXVII. Long Metre. The Old and New Creation.

1

PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might W•••••• uncreated glories bright; His presence fills the world above Th' eternal source of light and love.

2

This rising earth his eye beheld, When in substantial darkness veil'd; The shapeless chaos, nature's womb, Lay buried in eternal gloom.

3

"Let there be light," Jehovah said, And light o'er all its face was spread;

The world array'd in charms unknown With all its new-born lustre shone.

4

He sees the mind, obscur'd within The shades of ignorance and sin; And darts from heav'n a vital ray That changes darkness into day.

5

Shine, mighty God, with vigour shine On this benighted heart of mine; And let thy glories stand reveal'd As in the Saviour's face beheld.

6

My soul, reviv'd by heav'n-born day, Thy radiant image shall display, Whilst all my faculties unite To praise the Lord who gives me light.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXVIII. Short Metre. The Grace of God in Christ.

1

RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace hath done.

2

Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bade him raise our sinful race From their abyss of woes.

3

His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.

4

But mercy fill'd the throne Of the eternal sky, When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die.

5

Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love And take the offer'd peace.

6

Lord we obey thy call, We lay an humble claim, To the salvation thou hast wrought, And love and praise thy name.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXIX. Common Metre. For a New Year.

1

REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year; How swift the weeks complete their round! How short the months appear!

2

So fast, eternity comes on, And that important day;

When all that mortal life hath done God's judgment shall survey.

3

Yet like an idle tale we pass, The swift advancing year; And study artful ways t'increase The speed of its career.

4

Waken, O God, my careless heart, Its great concern to see; That I may act the christian part, And give the year to thee.

5

So shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this shall bear my waiting soul, To joy beyond the skies.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXX. Common Metre. Salvation.

1

SALVATION! O melodious sound To wretched dying men! Salvation, that from God proceeds And leads to God again!

2

Resou'd from hell's eternal gloom, From darkness, fire and chains; Rais'd to a paradise of bliss Where love with glory reigns!

3

But O, may a degenerate soul, Sinful and weak as mine, Presume to raise a trembling eye, To blessings so divine?

4

The lustre of so bright a scene My feeble heart o'erbears; And unbelief almost perverts The promise into tears.

5

My Saviour God, no voice but thine, These dying hopes can raise; Speak thy salvation to my soul, And turn my tears to praise.

6

My Saviour God, this broken voice, Transported shall proclaim; And call on all th' angelic harps, To sound thy glorious name.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXI. Common Metre. Christ's Regard to little Children.

1

SEE, Israel's gentle shepherd stand, With all engaging charms! Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And takes them in his arms!

2

"Permit them to approach, (he cries,) Nor scorn their humble name;

It was to bless such souls as these The Lord of angels came."

3

We bring them, Lord, with grateful hearts, And yield them up to thee; Rejoic'd that we ourselves are thine. Thine, let our offspring be.

4

Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; Ye children, seek his face; And fly with transport to receive The blessings of his grace.

5

If Orphans they are left behind, Thy guardian care we trust; That tho't shall heal our bleeding hearts When weeping o'er their dust.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXII. Short Metre. Christ the Wisdom of God.

1

SHALL wisdom cry aloud, And not her speech be heard? The voice of God's eternal word, Deserves it no regard?

2

I was his chief delight His everlasting Son, Before the first of all his works Creation was begun.

3

Before the flying clouds, Before the solid land; Before the fields, before the floods, I dwelt at his right hand.

4

When he adorn'd the skies, And built them, I was there, To order when the sun should rise, And marshall every star.

5

When he pour'd out the sea, And spread the flowing ••leep; I gave the flood a firm decree In its own bounds to keep.

6

Upon the empty air, The earth was balanc'd well; With joy I saw the mansion where The sons of men should dwell.

7

My busy tho'ts at first On their salvation ran; Ere sin appear'd, or Adam's dust, Was fashion'd to a man.

8

Then come, receive my grace, Ye children, and be wise; Happy the man that keeps my ways, The man that shuns them dies.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXIII. Common Metre. The Nativity of Christ.

1

"SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes, And send your fears away; News from the region of the skies, Salvation's born to day.

2

"The Son of God, whom angels fear, Comes down to dwell with you, To day he makes his entrance here, But not as monarchs do.

3

"No gold nor purple swaddling bands, Nor royal shining things; A manger for his cradle stands, And holds the King of Kings.

4

"Go, shepherds, where the infant lies And see his humble throne; With tears of joy in all your eyes, Go, shepherds, kiss the SON."

5

Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around The heavenly armies throng, They tune their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song.

6

"Glory to God, who reigns above, Let peace surround the earth; Mortals shall know their maker's love, At their Redeemer's birth."

7

Lord, shall the angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise? O may we lose these useless tongues, When they forget to praise.

8

Glory to God who reigns above, Who pitied us forlorn; We join to sing our maker's love, For there's a Saviour born.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXIV. Long Metre.

Faith in God in a Time of Distress.— Habakuk, iii.17, 18.

1

SHOULD famine o'er the mourning field, Extend her desolating reign; Nor spring her blooming beauties yield, Nor autumn swell the ripening grain.

2

Should lowing heards and bleating sheep Around their famish'd master die; And hope itself expiring weep, Whilst life deplores its last supply.

3

Amidst the dark, the deathful scene, If I can say, the Lord is mine; The joy shall triumph o'er the pain, And glory dawn, tho' life decline.

4

The God of my salvation lives, My nobler life he will sustain;

His word immortal vigour gives, Nor shall my hope or trust be vain.

5

Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart; Tho' every earthly comfort die; Thy love can bid my pain depart, And raise my sacred pleasures high.

6

O let me hear thy blissful voice, Inspiring life and joys divine, The barren desart shall rejoice, 'Tis paradise if thou be mine.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCXXV. Common Metre.

Christ the Supreme Beauty.— Isaiah, xxxiii 17.

1

SHOULD nature's charms to please the eye, In sweet assemblage join, All nature's charms would droop and die, Jesus, compar'd with thine.

2

Vain were her fairest beams display'd, And vain her blooming store; Her brightness languishes to shade, Her beauty is no more.

3

But ah, how far from mortal sight, The Lord of glory dwells! A veil of interposing night, His radiant face conceals.

4

O could my longing spirit rise On strong immortal wing; And reach thy palace in the skies, My Saviour and my King!

5

There thousands worship at thy feet, And there, (divine employ!) The triumphs of thy love repeat, In songs of endless joy.

6

Thy presence beams eternal day O'er all the blissful place; Who would not drop this load of clay, And die to see thy face?

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCXXVI. Long Metre. Faith in God's Names.

1

SING to the Lord, who loud proclaims, His various and his saving names; O may they not be heard alone, But by our sure experience known.

2

The great Jehovah be ador'd, Th' eternal, all sufficient Lord; He thro' the world most high confess'd, By whom 'twas form'd and is possess'd.

3

Awake, our noblest powers to bless, The God of Abr'ham, God of peace;

Now by a dearer title known, Father and God of Christ his son.

4

Thro' every age, his gracious ear Is open to his servants' prayer; Nor can one humble soul complain That he hath sought his God in vain.

5

What unbelieving heart shall dare In whispers to suggest a fear? While still he owns his ancient name, The same his power, his love the same,

6

To thee, our souls in faith arise, To thee we lift expecting eyes; And boldly thro' the desart tread, For God will guard, where God shall lead.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXVII. Common Metre. The Brazen Serpent.

1

SO did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high; The wounded felt immediate ease, The sick forbore to die.

2

"Look upward in th' expiring hour And live," the prophet cries, But Christ performs a nobler cure, When faith lifts up her eyes.

3

High on the cross, the Saviour hung, High in the heavens he reigns; Here sinners by the serpent stung Look and forget their pains.

4

When God's own son is lifted up, A dying world revives; The Jew beholds the blessed hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXVIII. Long Metre. On the Death of a Child.

1

SO fades the lovely blooming flower, Frail, smiling solace of an hour! So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die!

2

To certain trouble we are born, Hope to rejoice, but sure to mourn; Ah wretched effort! sad relief! To plead necessity of grief!

3

Is there no kind, no lenient art To heal the anguish of the heart? To ease the heavy load of care Which nature must, but dreads to bear?

4

Can reason's dictates be obey'd? Too weak, alas, her strongest aid!

O let religion then be nigh, Her consolations never die.

5

Her powerful aid supports the soul, And nature owns her kind control; Whilst she unfolds the sacred page, Our fiercest griefs resign their rage.

6

Then gentle patience smiles on pain, And dying hope revives again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky.

7

The promise guides her ardent flight, And joys, unknown to sense, invite, Those blissful regions to explore, Where pleasure blooms, to fade no more.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCXXIX Long Metre. Holiness.

1

SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine.

2

Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God; When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.

3

Our flesh and sense must be deny'd, Passion and envy, lust and pride; Whilst justice, temperance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve.

4

Religion bears our spirits up Whilst we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXX. Common Metre. The Hope of Heaven.

1

SOON shall this earthly frame dissolv'd In death and ruin lie; But better mansions wait the just, Prepar'd above the sky.

2

An house eternal built by God, Shall lodge the holy mind, When once the prison-walls are broke In which 'tis now confin'd.

3

Such are the hopes that cheer the just, These hopes their God hath given; His spirit is the earnest now, And seals their souls for heaven.

4

What faith rejoices to believe We long and pant to see;

We would be absent from the flesh, And present Lord with thee.

SCOTCH Paraphrases.

Hymn CCXXXI. Common Metre. Human Misery and Divine Consolation.

1

THE days how few, how short the year▪ Of man's so rapid race! Each leaving, as it swiftly flies, A shorter in its place.

2

They who the longest lease enjoy Have told us with a sigh; That to be born, seems little more Than to begin to die.

3

Our hearts are fastened to this world By strong and numerous ties; But every sorrow cuts a string And urges us to rise.

4

When heaven would kindly set us free And earth's enchantment end; It takes the most effectual way, And robs us of a friend.

5

If we presume to counteract A sympathetic God; Have we not cause to fear the stroke Of his avenging rod?

6

If we resign, our patience makes His rod a gentle wand; If not, it darts a serpent's sting Like that in Moses' hand.

YOUNG.

Hymn CCXXXII. Long Metre. Divine Providence towards Man and Beast.

1

THE earth and all the heavenly frame Their great creator's love proclaim; He gives the Sun his genial power And sends the soft refreshing shower.

2

The ground with plenty blooms again And yields her various fruits to men; To men who from thy bounteous hand Receive the gifts of every land.

3

Nor to the human race alone Is thy paternal goodness shown; The tribes of earth, of sea and air, Enjoy thy universal care.

4

Not ev'n a sparrow yields its breath Till God permits the stroke of death; He hears the ravens when they call, The father and the friend of all.

5

Thy care, great God, sustains them all; When urg'd by hunger's powerful call,

Expectant of the known supply To thee, they lift the asking eye.

6

To thee, in ceaseless strains my tongue Shall raise the morn and evening song; And ••ong as breath inspires my frame The wonders of thy love proclaim.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn CCXXXIII. Common Metre. Sinai and Sion.

1

THE God who once to Israel spoke From Sinai's top in fire and smoke; In gentler strains of gospel grace Invites us now to seek his face.

2

He wears no terrors on his brow, He speaks in love from Sion now; It is the voice of Jesus' blood That calls us wanderers back to God.

3

God's servant Moses quak'd and fear'd, When Sinai's thund'ring law he heard; But gospel grace with accents mild Speaks to the sinner as a child.

4

Hark! how from Calvary it sounds, From the redeemer's bleeding wounds: "Pardon and grace I freely give, Then, sinner, look to me and live."

5

What other arguments can move, The heart that slights a saviour's love? O may that heavenly power be felt And cause the stony heart to melt.

6

Else how shall we thy presence bear, When as our judge thou shalt appear; When slighted love to wrath shall turn, And the whole earth like Sinai burn.

NEWTON.

Hymn CCXXXIV. Common Metre. Room at the Gospel Feast.

1

THE king of heaven his table spreads And dainties crown the board; Not paradise with all its joys Could such delight afford.

2

Pardon and peace to dying men And endless life are given; And the rich blood that Jesus shed, To raise the soul to heaven.

3

Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd, In sin's dark mazes, come, Come from the hedges and highways And grace will find you room.

4

Thousands of souls in glory now Were fed and feasted here;

And thousands more, still on the way Around the board appear.

5

Yet is his house and heart so large, That thousands more may come; Nor could the wide assembling world, Oe'r-fill the spacious room.

6

All things are ready; enter in, Nor weak excuses frame; Come take your places at the feast, And bless the founder's name.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXXV. Short Metre. The Law and Gospel.

1

THE law, by Moses came, But peace and truth and love, Were bro't by Christ, a nobler name, Descending from above.

2

Amidst the house of God, Their different works were done; Moses a faithful servant stood, But Christ a faithful son.

3

Then to his new commands Be strict obedience paid;

O'er all his father's house he stands The sov'reign and the head.

4

The man who durst despise The law that Moses bro't; Behold how terribly he dies For his presumptuous fault.

5

But sorer vengeance falls On that rebellious race; Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, And dare resist his grace.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXXVI. Common Metre. The New Covenant.

1

"THE promise of my father's love Shall stand forever good." He said; and gave his soul to death, And seal'd the grace with blood!

2

To this new cov'nant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal th' engagement to the Lord, And make my humble claim.

3

The light and strength and pard'ning grace, And glory shall be mine;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh, And all my powers be thine.

4

Thus will I join my soul to God In everlasting bands; And take the blessings he bestows With thankful heart and hands.

WATTS & DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXXVII. Long Metre.

The Reward of Faithful Servants. Daniel xii.3.

1

THERE is a glorious world on high, Resplendent with eternal day; Faith views the blissful prospect nigh, And God's own word reveals the way.

2

There shall the servants of the Lord With never fading lustre shine; Surprizing honour! large reward, Conferr'd on man by love divine!

3

How happy then the truly wise, Who learn and keep the sacred road! How happy they whom heav'n employs, To turn rebellious men to God!

4

To win them from the fatal way, Where erring folly thoughtless roves;

And that blest righteousness display, Which Jesus wrought, and God approves!

5

The shining firmament shall fade, And sparkling stars resign their light; But these shall know nor change nor shade, Forever fair, forever bright.

6

No fancy'd joy beyond the sky, No fair delusion is reveal'd; 'Tis God that speaks, who cannot lie, And all his word must be fulfil'd.

7

And shall not these cold hearts of ours, Be kindled at the glorious view? Come, Lord, awake our active powers, Our feeble, dying strength renew.

8

On wings of faith and strong desire O may our spirits daily rise; And reach at last the shining choir, In the bright mansions of the skies.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCXXXVIII. Common Metre. Death and Heaven.

1

THERE is a house not made by hands, Eternal and on high; And here my spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid it fly.

2

Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolv'd and fall; Then, oh my soul, with joy obey Thy heavenly father's ••all.

3

'Tis he, by his almighty grace, That forms thee fit for heaven; And, as an earnest of the place, Has his own spirit given.

4

We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon his word; But whilst the body is our home, We're absent from the Lord.

5

'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see; We would he absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXXIX. Common Metre. The Humiliation of Christ. Isa. liii.

1

THE Saviour comes! no outward pomp Bespeaks his presence nigh; No earthly beauties in him shine To draw the carnal eye.

2

Fair as a blooming, tender flower Amidst the desart grows; So slighted and de••pis'd by man The heavenly Saviour rose.

3

They held him as condemn'd by heaven An outcast from his God; While for their sins he groan'd and bled Beneath his father's rod.

4

With sinners in the dust he lay, The rich a grave supply'd; Unspotted was his blameless life, Unstain'd by sin he dy'd.

5

His soul rejoicing shall behold The purchase of his pain; And every sinner by him sav'd Shall bless Messiah's reign.

6

He died to bear the guilt of men That sin might be forgiven; He lives to bless them and defend And plead their cause in heaven.

SCOTCH Paraphrase.

Hymn CCXL. Common Metre. The Resurrection of the Martyrs.— Rev. vii.

1

"THESE glorious minds how bright they shine! Whence all their white array?

How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day?"

2

From torturing pains to endless joys, On fiery wheels they rode; And strangely wash'd their rayment white In Jesu's dying blood.

3

Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne; Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the holy one.

4

The unveil'd glories of his face, Among his saints reside; While the rich treasure of his grace, Sees all their wants supply'd.

5

Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree, Shall be their sweet repast.

6

The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock Where living fountains rise; And love divine shall wipe away, The sorrows of their eyes.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXLI. Long Metre. The Voice of Nature.

1

THE spacious firmament on hig•• With all the blue etherial sky; And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim.

2

Th' unwearied sun from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.

3

Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth.

4

Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5

What tho' in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What tho' no real voice nor sound, Amidst their radiant orbs, be found.

6

In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice,

Forever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.

ADDISON.

Hymn CCXLII. Long Metre. Remembrance of Christ.

1

"THIS do, in memory of your friend," Such was the Saviour's last request, Who all the pangs of death endur'd That we might live forever blest.

2

Yes, we'll record thy matchless love, Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends! Thy dying love the noblest praise Of long eternity transcends.

3

'Tis pleasure more than earth can give, Thy goodness through these veils to see; Thy table food celestial yields, And happy they who sit with thee.

4

But oh! what vast transporting joys Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire, When, join'd with the celestial train, Our grateful souls thy love admire!

5

When these vile bodies, all refin'd, Perfect and glorious as thy own,

Unwearied shall our minds obey, And join in worship near thy throne.

Hymn CCXLIII. Common Metre. The Testimony of a Good Conscience.

1

THOUGH frightful snares beset me round, And threat'ning billows roll; Though scandal and reproach abound, To vex my weary soul.

2

A conscience pure can testify My heart to be sincere; Presumption and hypocrisy All hateful still appear.

3

My feet have kept the path divine, Though sinners did entice, Nor do I yet, from thence decline To tread the paths of vice.

4

God's word I treasure up and prize Beyond all earthly good; Compar'd with this I may despise My necessary food.

5

Censorious men who dwell at ease, May proudly on me tread;

My Saviour whom I seek to please My righteous cause will plead.

6

His righteousness I shall behold, When light springs from above; And try'd I shall come forth as gold, To praise his wondrous love.

WALLI••.

Hymn CCXLIV. Long Metre. Christ the Image of the Invisible God.

1

THOU, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen, And by thy offspring here unknown, To manifest thyself to men, Hast set thy image in thy Son.

2

As the bright Sun's meridian blaze O'erwhelms and pains our feeble sight; But cheers us with his softer rays, When shining with reflected light;

3

So, in thy Son, thy power divine, Thy wisdom, justice, truth and love, With mild and pleasing lustre shine, Reflected from thy throne above.

4

Though hard'ned Jews denied his claim, And turn'd away their scornful face;

Yet those who trusted in his name, Beheld in him, thy truth and grace.

5

O thou, at whose almighty word, Fair light at first from darkness shone; Give us to know our glorious Lord, And see the father in the Son.

6

Whilst we, thine image there display'd, With love and admiration view; Form us in likeness to our head, That WE may bear thy image too.

MASON, altered.

Hymn CCXLV. Common Metre. God our Refuge in Trouble.

1

THOU refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies.

2

To thee I tell each rising grief, For thou alone canst heal; Thy promises can bring relief, For every pain I feel.

3

But when these gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine

The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline.

4

Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee, Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would rise to thee Though prostrate in the dust.

5

Hast thou not bid me seek thy face, And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sov'reign grace, Be deaf when I complain?

6

Thy mercy seat is open still, There shall my soul retreat; With humble hope attend thee still, And wait beneath thy feet.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCXLVI. Long Metre. Self-examination.

1

THOU vain, intruding world depart, No more allure or vex my heart; Let every vanity be gone, I would be peaceful and alone.

2

Here let me search my inmost mind, And try its real state to find;

The secret springs of tho't explore, And call my words and actions o'er.

3

Reflect how soon my life will end, And think on what my hopes depend; What aim my busy tho'ts pursue, What work is done, and what to do

4

Eternity is just at hand; And shall I waste the ebbing sand? And careless view departing day? And throw my fleeting time away?

5

Be this my chief, my only care, My high pursuit, my ardent prayer, An interest in the Saviour's blood, A pardon seal'd, and peace with GOD.

6

Search, gracious God, my inmost heart, And light, and hope, and joy impart; From guilt and error set me free, And guide me safe to heav'n and thee.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCXLVII. Long Metre. Seeking Christ the Shepherd.

1

THOU whom my soul admires above All earthly joys and earthly love;

Tell me, my shepherd, let me know Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?

2

Where is the shadow of that rock, Which from the sun defends thy flock! Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep.

3

The footsteps of thy flock I see, Thy sweetest pastures here they be! A wond'rous feast thy love prepares Bought by thy wounds and groans and tears.

4

His sacred flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his precious blood. Here to this feast my soul will come, Till my beloved, lead me home.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXLVIII. Long Metre. The Vanity of Forms without Virtue.

1

TH' uplifted eye, and bended knee Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee; In vain our lips thy praise prolong, The heart a stranger to the song.

2

Can rites and forms and flaming zeal The breaches of thy precepts heal?

Can fasts and penance reconcile Thy justice and obtain thy smile?

3

The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Thankful, and to thy will resign'd, To thee a nobler off'ring yields, Than Sheba's groves or Sharon's fields.

4

Than floods of oil, or costly wine, Rolling by thousands to thy shrine, Or than if to thine altar led, A first born son the victim bled.

5

"Be just and kind and humble too, In all you say, in all you do; To men your charity impart, And love your God with all your heart."

6

This truth by ancient prophets given, Was by thy Son, confirm'd from heaven; And deep engrav'd, this great command, Doth on eternal pillars stand.

REFORMED liturgy.

Hymn CCXLIX. Long Metre. Love to God and Man.

1

THUS saith the first, the great command, "Let all thy imward powers unite, To love thy maker and thy God, With sacred fervour and delight.

2

"Then shall thy neighbour next in place, Share thine affections and esteem; And let thy kindness to thyself, Measure and rule thy love to him."

3

This is the sense that Moses spoke, This did the prophets preach and prove; For want of this the law is broke, And the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 law's fulfill'd by love.

4

But oh, how base our passions are! How cold our charity and zeal! Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

WATTS.

Hymn CCL. Long Metre. God Dwelling with the Humble.

1

THUS faith the high and lofty one, "I sit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity.

2

"But I descend to worlds below, On earth I have a mansion too; The humble spirit and contrite, Is an abode of my delight.

3

"The humble soul my words revive, I bid the mourning sinner live; Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind.

4

"When I contend against their sin, I make them know how vile thye've been; But should my wrath forever smoke, Their souls would sink beneath the stroke."

5

O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair and die; Thus shall our better tho'ts approve, The methods of thy chastening love.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLI. Common Metre.

Characters of Christ. Isa. xliii.

1

THUS saith the Lord, who built the heavens, And bade the planets roll; Who peopled all the climes of earth, And form'd the human soul.

2

"Behold my servant, see him rise, Exalted in my might; Him have I chosen, and in him I place supreme delight.

3

"On him in rich effusion pour'd My spirit shall descend; My truth and judgment he shall show, To earth's remotest end.

4

"Gentle and still shall be his voice, No threats from him proceed; The smoking flax he shall not quench, Nor break the bruised reed.

5

"The feeble spark to flame he'll raise, The weak will not despise; Judgment he shall bring forth to truth, And make the fallen rise.

6

"The progress of his zeal and power, Shall never know decline; Till foreign lands and distant isles Receive the law divine."

SCOTCH Paraphrase.

Hymn CCLII. Common Metre. Children devoted to God.

1

THUS saith the mercy of the Lord, "I'll be a God to thee, I'll bless thy numerous race, and they Shall be a seed for me."

2

Abrah'm believ'd the promis'd grace And gave his sons to God; But water seals the cov'nant now, Which then was seal'd with blood.

3

Thus Lydia's house was sanctify'd When she receiv'd the word; Thus the believing jailor gave His houshold to the Lord.

4

Thus do thy saints, O faithful God, Thine ancient truth embrace; To thee their infant offspring bring, And humbly claim the grace.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLIII. Long Metre. Christ's Commission to preach the Gospel.

1

THUS spake the Saviour, when he sent His ministers to preach his word; They through the world obedient went, And spread the gospel of their Lord.

2

"Go forth, ye heralds, in my name, Bid the whole earth my grace receive; The gospel jubilee proclaim, And call them to repent and live.

3

The joyful news to all impart, And teach them where salvation lies; Bind up the broken bleeding heart, And wipe the tear from weeping eyes.

4

Be wise as serpents where you go, But harmless as the peaceful dove; And let your heav'n-taught conduct show That you're commission'd from above.

5

Freely from me ye have receiv'd, Freely in love to others give, Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd And by your labours, sinners live.

6

All power is trusted in my hands, I will protect you and defend; Whilst thus you follow my commands I'm with you till the world shall end."

7

Happy those servants of the Lord, Who thus, their master's will obey! How rich, how full is their reward, Reserv'd until the final day!

Hymn CCLIV. Common Metre. Divine Goodness to Man.

1

THY wisdom, power and goodness Lord, In all thy works appear;

But man, thy bounties shall record, For thy distinguish'd care.

2

From thee, the breath of life we drew, That breath thy power maintains; Thy tender mercy ever new Our brittle frame sustains.

••

Yet nobler gifts demand our praise, Of reason's light possest; By revelation's brighter rays Still more divinely blest.

4

Thy providence our constant guard, When threat'ning woes impend, Will either threat'ning dangers ward, Or timely succours lend.

5

On us thy providence has shone With its propitious rays; O let our lips and lives make known Thy goodness and thy praise.

6

All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart, O teach us to improve Thy gifts with ever grateful heart, And crown them with thy love.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLV. Short Metre. The Voice of Wisdom.

1

'TIS wisdom's earnest cry Wisdom, the voice of God To young and old, the low and high, She speaks his will abroad.

2

Within the human breast Her strong monitions plead, She thunders her divine protest, Against th' unrighteous deed.

3

Within the holy place She calls with open arms; "How long, ye fools, will you embrace Folly's deceiving charms?

4

The race of men I love; In mercy I chastise; Severely faithful, I reprove; Hear, mortals, and be wise.

5

My doors are open wide My table spread within; Come then, ye simple, turn aside, And leave the paths of sin.

6

My joys, unsensual taste, Come drink of wisdom's wine, No sorrow poisons my repast, The banquet is divine.

7

My ways are ways of peace, My pleasures never cloy; The bliss I give will never cease But lead to endless joy."

SCOTT, varied.

Hymn CCLVI. Short Metre. Preserving Grace.

1

TO God the only wise, Our Saviour and our king, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.

2

'Tis his alm••ghty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death And every hurtful snare.

3

He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.

4

Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne; Shall bless the conduct of his grace And make his wonders known.

5

To our Redeemer God, Wisdom with power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty And everlasting songs.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLVII. Long Metre. Divine Preservation.

1

TO heaven my grateful soul ascends On God alone for help depends; His hand is my perpetual guard His grace the source of my reward.

2

The spreading skies by power divine In all their radiant glories shine; From his command, the solid earth And all its stores deriv'd their birth.

3

Inspected by his piercing eyes No threat'ning snares my soul surprize; My faithful guardian never sleeps, My trembling feet he safely keeps.

4

Protected by his powerful arm Should dreadful scenes our souls alarm, Our lives are safe; his heavenly care Defends us still from every snare.

5

He guides our feet, directs our way, His morning smiles enliven day; And when the sun withdraws the light His presence cheers the shades of night.

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn CCLVIII. Long Metre. Communion with Christ.

1

TO Jesus, our exalted Lord, That name, in heav'n and earth ador'd, Fain would our hearts and voices raise, A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2

But all the notes which mortals know, Are weak and languishing and low; Far, far above our humble songs, The theme demands immortal tongues.

3

Yet whilst around his board we meet, And worship at his sacred feet: O let our warm affections move, In glad returns of grateful love.

4

Yes, Lord, we love and we adore, But long to know and love thee more; And whilst we taste the bread and wine, Desire to feed on joys divine.

5

Let faith our feeble senses aid, To see thy wond'rous love display'd; Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

6

Let humble penitential woe, With painful, pleasing anguish flow; And thy forgiving love impart, Life, hope and joy, to every heart.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCLIX. Long Metre. The Heavenly Conqueror.

1

TO Jesus our victorious Lord, The praises of our lives belong; Forever be his name ador'd, The subject of each thankful song.

2

Enslav'd by sin, beset by foes, Undone and perishing, we lay; His pity melted o'er our woes, To save the trembling, dying prey.

3

He fought, he conquer'd tho' he fell, Whilst with his last expiring breath, He triumph'd o'er the powers of hell, And by his dying, vanquish'd death.

4

Now on his father's throne he reigns, And all the tuneful choir above, Resound i•• high, immortal strains, The praises of victorious love.

5

Tho' still surviving foes arise, Temptations, sins and doubts appear; And pain our hearts and fill our eyes, With many a groan and many a tear;

6

Still shall we fight and still prevail, In our almighty leader's name; His strength, whene'er our spirits fail, Shall all our active powers inflame.

7

Immortal honours wait above, To crown the dying conqueror's b••ow; And endless peace, and joy, and love, For the short war sustain'd below.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLX. Long Metre. The Lord's Supper.

1

'TWAS on that dark and doleful night When powers of earth and hell arose, Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

2

Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread and bless'd and brake; What love thro' all his actions ran! What wond'rous words of grace he spake!

3

"This is my body, broke for sin, Receive and eat the living food;" Then took the cup and bless'd the wine, "'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4

"In memory of your dying Lord, Do this, (he said) till time shall end; Meet at my table and record, The love of your departed friend."

5

Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We show thy death, we sing thy name; Till thou return and we shall eat The marriage supper of the lamb.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXI. Common Metre. The New Birth.

VAIN are the hopes the sons of men, On their own works have built; The carnal mind is all unclean, And all its actions guilt.

2

Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouth, Without a murmuring word; And the whole race of Adam stand, Guilty, before the Lord.

3

In vain we ask God's righteous law, To justify us now; When, to convince and to condemn, Is all the law can do.

4

Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that Moses gave, Nor will of men, nor blood, nor birth, The guilty race can save.

5

God's spirit, like a heavenly wind, Blows on the sons of flesh; Changes the heart, renews the mind, And forms the man afresh;

6

Our quickned souls awake and rise, From the long sleep of death; To heavenly things we turn our eyes, And praise employs our breath.

7

The sins and folli•••• of our mind▪ Are crucify'd and dead; By holy love our souls are join'd, To Christ our living head.

Altered from WATTS.

Hymn CCLXII. Long Metre. The Grave Destroyed.

1

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure, to thy trust▪ And give these sacred relicks room, To slumber in thy silent dust.

2

No pain, no grief, no anxious fear Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes, Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, Whilst angels watch its soft repose.

3

So Jesus slept; God's dying Son, Past through the grave and blest the bed, Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne, The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4

Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O grave, his sov'reign word! Restore thy trust; the glorious form Will then arise to meet the Lord.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXIII. Short Metre. The Lord's Day.

1

WELCOME, thou day of rest That saw the Lord arise;

Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes.

2

The King himself comes near To feast his Saints, to day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love and praise and pray.

3

One day amidst the place, Where Jesus is 〈◊〉〈◊〉; Is better than ten thousand days, Of pleasure and of 〈◊〉〈◊〉

4

My willing soul would stay, In such a frame as this; Till it is call'd to soar away, To everlasting bliss.

WATTS, varied.

Hymn CCLXIV. Common Metre. ••ry and Dominion of Christ.

1

WE 〈◊〉〈◊〉 our Saviour's wondrous death, He conquer'd when he fell; "'Tis finish'd," said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

2

"'Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries, The mighty work is done; Hence shall his sovereign throne arise His kingdom is begun.

3

His cross a sure foundation laid For glory and re••••••••n; When through the r••gions of the dead He pass'd, to reach the crown.

4

Exalted at his Father's side Sits our victorious Lord; His saints from sinners to divide, To punish or reward.

5

The saints from his impartial eye Await their several crowns; And sinners wish in vain to fly The terror of his frowns.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXV. Common Metre. Resignation in Death.

1

WHAT cannot resignation do? It wonders can perform, That powerful charm "Thy will be done," Can lay the loudest storm.

2

Haste then, O resignation, haste, 'Tis thine to reconcile The mind to death; at thy approach The monster wears a smile.

3

What sight beneath the arch of heaven Has most of heaven to boast? The dying saint, resign'd, serene, And giving up the ghost.

4

O for that summit of my wish Whilst yet I draw my breath, That foretaste of eternal life, A glorious smile in death!

YOUNG.

Hymn CCLXVI. Common Metre. Gratitude for Divine Mercies. Part I.

1

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.

2

Thy providence my life sustain'd And all my wants redress'd, When in the silent womb I lay Or hung upon the breast.

3

To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Er'e yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in prayer.

4

Unnumber'd comforts on my soul, Thy tender care bestow'd;

Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd.

5

When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe And led me up to man.

6

Thro' hidden dangers toils, and death, It gently clear'd my way; And thro' the pleasing scenes of vice Where thousands go astray.

ADDISON.

Hymn CCLXVII. Common Metre. Gratitude for Divine Mercies. Part II.

1

WHEN pale with sickness, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face; And when in sin and sorrow sunk Reviv'd my soul with grace.

2

Thy bounteous hand with worldly good Has made my cup run o'er; And in a kind and faithful friend Hast doubled all my store.

3

Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least, a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.

4

Thro' every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds The glorious theme renew.

5

When nature fails, and day and night Divide the time no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore.

6

Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise; For O, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise.

ADDISON.

Hymn CCLXVIII. Common Metre. The Spring.

1

WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale And blossoms deck the spray; And fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day!

2

Hark how the feather'd warblers sing, 'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring And woods and fields rejoice.

3

How kind, the influence of the skies! The showers, with blessings fraught▪

Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise, And fix the roving thought.

4

Then let my wondering heart confess With gratitude and love, The bounteous hand that deigns to bless The garden, field and grove.

5

That bounteous hand, my thoughts adore, Beyond expression kind, Hath better, nobler gifts in store, To bless the craving mind.

6

O God of nature and of grace, Thy heavenly gifts impart! Then shall my meditation trace Spring, blooming in my heart!

7

Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join Glad nature's cheerful song: And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXIX. Common Metre. Strength from God.

1

WHENCE do our mournful tho'ts arise And where's our courage fled?

Has restless sin and hopeless fear, Struck all our comfort dead?

2

Have we forgot th' almighty hand, That form'd the earth and sea? Or can the all-creating arm, Grow weary or decay?

3

Treasures of everlasting might, In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak, And treads their foes to hell.

4

Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigour cease; But they who wait upon the Lord Shall find their strength increase.

5

The saints shall mount on eagle's wings, And taste the promis'd bliss; 'Till their unwearied feet arrive, Where perfect pleasure is.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXX. Common Metre. Victory over Death, thro' Christ.

1

WHEN death appears before my sight, In all his dire array;

Unequal to the dreadful sight, My courage dies away.

2

How shall I meet this potent foe, Whose frown my soul alarms? Dark horror sits upon his brow! And vict'ry waits his arms!

3

But, see my glorious leader nigh! My Lord, my Saviour lives; Before him death's pale terrors fly, And my faint heart revives.

4

Jesus, be thou my sure defence, My guard forever near; My faith shall triumph over sense, And never yield to fear.

5

O, may I meet the final hour, With fortitude divine; Sustain'd by thine almighty power, The conquest must be mine.

6

Lord, I commit my soul to thee, Accept the sacred trust; Receive this nobler part of me, And watch my sleeping dust.

7

Till that illustrious morning come, When all thy saints shall rise; And cloth'd in thine immortal bloom, Attend thee to the skies.

8

O let me join their raptur'd lays, And with the blissful throng, Resound salvation, power and praise, In everlasting song.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXI. Long Metre. Christ the Life of the Soul.

1

WHEN doubts and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires; Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyes, To thee I breathe my strong desires.

2

Art thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thine everlasting word, That word which built the earth and sky?

3

If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal hope is sure; His word a firm foundation gives, Here, let me build and rest secure.

4

Here, let my faith unshaken dwell, Immoveable the promise stands; Not all the powers of earth and hell, Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

5

Here, then, my soul, thy trust repose, If Jesus is forever mine, Not death itself, the last of foes, Shall break a union so divine.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXII. Common Metre. Thirsting after God— Isaiah, xli.17.

1

WHEN fainting in the sultry waste, And parch'd with thirst extreme, The weary pilgrim ••ongs to taste The cool refreshing stream;

2

Should, sudden, to his hopeless eye, A chrystal spring appear, How would th' enlivening, sweet supply His drooping spirit cheer!

3

So longs the weary fainting mind, Oppress'd with sins and woes, Some soul reviving spring to find, Whence heavenly comfort flows.

4

Thus sweet the consolations are, The promises impart; Here, flowing streams of life appear, To ease the panting heart.

5

O when I thirst for thee, my God, With ardent strong desire, And still, thro' all this desart road, To taste thy grace, aspire;

6

Then, let my prayer to thee ascend, A grateful sacrifice; My plaintive voice thou wilt attend, And grant me full supplies.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXIII. Common Metre. The Discipline of God's Providence.

1

WHEN I review the crooked ways, Through which my feet have trod; I find incessant cause to bless And love my guardian GOD.

2

Through all the labyrinth of life, My folly he pursu'd; My wandering heart to quick return, How tenderly he woo'd!

3

I rarely plann'd, but cause I found My plan's defeat to bless; Oft I lamented an event Which turn'd to my success.

4

When labouring under fancy'd ill, My spirits to sustain; He kindly cur'd with wholesome draughts Of unaffected pain.

5

Sometimes he brought me near to death, And pointing to the grave, Made terror whisper kind advice, And taught the tomb to save.

6

To raise my thoughts beyond where worlds As spangles o'er us shine; One day he gave, and made the next My soul's delight resign.

7

From what seem'd horror and despair, The richest harvest rose; And gave me in the will divine, An absolute repose.

YOUNG.

Hymn CCLXXIV. Long Metre. Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ.

1

WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross, On which the prince of glory died; My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

2

Forbid it Lord, that I should boast, But in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood.

3

See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4

His dying crimson like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.

5

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXXV. Common Metre. Trust in God's Word.

1

WHEN sin and sorrow, fear and pain My trembling heart dismay My feeble strength, alas, how vain! It sinks and dies away.

2

My spirit asks a firmer prop, I lean upon the Lord;

My God, the pillar of my hope, Is thy unchanging word.

3

On this are built, the brightest joys Celestial beings know, And 'tis the same almighty voice Supports the faints below.

4

'Tis this upholds the rolling spheres And heav'n's immortal frame; Then, let my soul suppress her fears My basis is the same.

5

Thy sacred word, thy solemn oath Forever must remain; I trust in everlasting truth, Nor shall my trust be vain,

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXVI. Common Metre.

Repentance and Pardon. Isa. lv.

1

WHEN sinners quit their wicked ways Their evil thoughts forego, The God to whom their steps return Returning grace will show.

2

He pardons with o'erflowing love; For, hear the voice divine;

"My nature is not like to yours, Nor like your ways to mine.

3

"But far as heaven's resplendent orbs Beyond this earth extend; So far my tho'ts, so far my ways, Your tho'ts and ways transcend.

4

"Like as the showers from heaven distil Nor thither rise again; But swell the earth with fruitful juice And all its tribes sustain;

5

"So not a word that flows from me Shall ineffectual fall, But universal nature prove Obedient to my call.

6

"Where briars grew in barren wild•• Shall firs and myrtles spring; And nature thro' her utmost bounds Eternal praises sing."

SCOTCH Paraphrases.

Hymn CCLXXVII. Long Metre. The Influence of the Divine Spirit.

1

WHEN the blest comforter is nigh 'Tis he sustains my sinking heart;

Else would my hopes forever die, And every cheering ray depart.

2

When some kind promise glads my soul, Does not his kind and welcome voice The tempest of my fears control And bid my drooping heart rejoice?

3

When e'er to call the Saviour mine With ardent wish my heart aspires, Can it be less than power divine Which animates these strong desires?

4

What less than thy almighty word Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me welcome to my Lord, My life, my treasure and my trust?

5

And when my lively hope can say I love my God and taste his grace, Lord is it not thy blissful ray Which gives the vision of thy face?

6

Let thy good spirit in my heart Forever dwell, O God of love; And light and heavenly peace impart; Blest earnest of the joys above.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXVIII. Common Metre. The Pleasure of Religion.

WHEN true religion gains a place, And lives within the mind,

The sensual life subdu'd by grace, And all the soul refin'd.

2

The desart blooms in living green, Where thorns and briars grew; The barren waste is fruitful seen, And all the prospect new.

3

The storms of rugged winter cease, The frozen powers revive; Spring blooms without, within is peace, All nature seems alive.

4

O happy christian, richly bless'd! What floods of pleasure roll! By God and man he stands confess'd In dignity of soul.

5

Substantial, pure, his every joy! His maker is his friend, The noblest business his employ, And happiness his end!

6

Ye sensual, worldly, proud and vain, Your airy good pursue; Let me religion's pleasure gain, I'll leave the world to you.

PROUD.

Hymn CCLXXIX. Common Metre. The Last Tempest.

1

WHEN wild confusion wrecks the air And tempests rend the skies; Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire In harsh disorder rise;

2

Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand And strike a tuneful song, My harp all trembling in my hand, And all inspir'd my tongue.

3

I'll shout aloud, "Ye thunders roll, And shake the sullen sky, Your sounding voice from pole to pole In angry murmurs try.

4

Let the earth totter on her base, And clouds the heaven deform; Blow all ye winds from every place, And rush the final storm.

5

Come quickly, blessed hope, appear, Bid thy swift chariot fly, Let angels tell thy coming near, And snatch me to the sky.

6

Around thy wheels in the glad throng I'd bear a joyful part; All hallelujah on my tongue All rapture in my heart."

M. BYLES.

Hymn CCLXXX. Long Metre. To Christ the Eternal Life.

1

WHERE shall the tribes of Adam ••••nd The sovereign good to fill the mind? Ye sons of moral wisdom show, The spring whence living waters flow.

2

Say, will the Stoi••'s flinty heart Melt, and this cordial ••alm impart? Could Plato find these blissful streams Among his raptures and his dreams?

3

In vain I ask! for nature's power Extends but to this mortal hour; 'Twas but a poor relief she gave Against the terrors of the grave.

4

Jesus, our kinsman and our Lord, By angels and by men ador'd, Thou art our life; our souls in thee Possess a full felicity.

5

Let atheists scoff and Jews blaspheme Th' eternal life, and Jesu's name; Yet our immortal hopes are laid In thee, our surety and our head.

6

Thy cross, thy cradle and thy throne, Are full of glories, yet unknown; 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To see thy face, to sing thy love.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXXXI. Common Metre. Mercy before Sacrifice.

1

WHEREWITH shall guilty man appear Before Jehovah's throne? Or how procure thy kind regard And for his sins atone?

2

Shall altars flame, and victims bleed, And spicy fumes ascend? Will these our earnest wish succeed And make our God our friend?

3

Should thousand rams in flames expire Would these thy favours buy? Or oil that should for holy fire Ten thousand streams supply.

4

With trembling hands and bleeding heart Should we our offspring slay; Would this atone for ill-desert And take our guilt away?

5

"No, saith the Lord, 'tis fruitless all Such costly rites are vain; No victims from the field or stall My favour can obtain.

6

"But truth to men and justice show, And proofs of mercy give; Then humbly walk with God below And you with God shall live.

7

"Hands that are clean and hearts sincere I never will despise; And cheerful duty will prefer To costly sacrifice."

LIVERPOOL Collection.

Hymn CCLXXXII. Common Metre. The Nativity of Christ.

1

WHILST shepherds watch'd their flocks by night Near Bethl'em's happy ground, The angel of the Lord came down And glory shone around.

2

"Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread Had seiz'd their troubled mind,) "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.

3

To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line; The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, And this shall be the sign.

4

The heav'nly babe you there shall find To human view display'd; But meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands And in a manger laid."

5

Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng, Of angels, praising God, and thus, Address'd their joyful song.

9

"All glory be to God on high! And to the earth be peace! Good will henceforth from heaven to men Begin and never cease!"

PATRICK, or TATE.

Hymn CCLXXXIII. Long Metre. Peace of Conscience.

1

WHILST some in folly's pleasure roll And seek the joys which hurt the soul; Be mine that silent calm repast, A peaceful conscience to the last:

2

That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a can••er at the root;

That friend who never fails the just When other friends desert their trust.

3

With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dismay'd; I will defy the midnight gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb.

4

Though God afflicts, I'll not repine, The noblest comforts still are mine; Comforts which shall o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale.

5

Amidst the various scenes of ills Each stroke some kind design fulfils; And shall I murmur at my God, When sovereign love directs the rod?

6

His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day; To milder skies and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns.

ENFIELD's Collection.

Hymn CCLXXXIV. Common Metre. Devotion.

1

WHILST thee I seek, protecting power! Be my vain wishes still'd;

And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd.

2

Thy Love the power of thought bestow'd, To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flew'd, That mercy I adore.

3

In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferr'd by thee.

4

In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.

5

When gladness wings my favor'd hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign'd when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

6

My lifted eye without a tear The gathering storm shall see; My stedfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on thee!

••••iss H. M. WILLIAMS.

Hymn CCLXXXV. Long Metre. REANIMATION. A HYMN for the HUMANE SOCIETY. [The last stanza is to be sung by those who have been res|tored to life from apparent death.]

1

WHO, from the gloomy shades of night, When the last tear of hope is shed, Can bid the soul return to light, And break the slumber of the dead?

2

No human skill that heart can warm, Which the cold blast of nature froze; Recall to life the perish'd form; The secret of the grave disclose.

3

But thou, our saving God, we know, Canst arm the mortal hand with power; To bid the stagnant pulses flow, The animating heat restore.

4

Thy will, ere nature's tutor'd hand Could with young life, these limbs unfold, Did the imprison'd brain expand, And all its countless fibres told.

5

As from the dust, thy forming breath Could the unconscious being raise;

So can the silent voice of death Wake at thy call, in songs of praise.

6

"Since twice to die is ours alone, And twice the birth of life to see; O let us, suppliant at thy throne, Devote our second life to thee."

MRS. MORTON.

Hymn CCLXXXVI. Long Metre. Faith Triumphant.

1

WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn? 'Tis God who justifies their souls▪ And mercy like a mighty stream O'er all their sins divinely rolls.

2

Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? 'Tis Christ who suffer'd in their stead; And the salvation to fulfil, Behold him rising from the dead!

3

He lives! he lives! and reigns above, Forever interceding there; Who shall divide us from his love? Or what shall tempt us to despair?

4

Shall persecution or distress, Famine, or sword, or nakedness?

He who hath lov'd us, bears us thro', And makes us more than conq'rors too.

5

Faith has an overcoming power, It triumphs in the dying hour; Christ is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we sink with such a prop.

6

Not all that men on earth can do, Nor powers on high, nor powers below; Shall cause his mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXXXVII. Common Metre. Death and the Resurrection.

1

WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.

2

Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There Jesus' sacred body lay, And left a long perfume.

3

The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And soften'd every bed:

Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying head?

4

Thence he arose, ascended high, And show'd our feet the way; Up to the Lord, our flesh shall fly At the great rising day.

5

Then shall the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our friends arise; Awake, ye nations, from the ground, Ye saints, ascend the skies.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXXXVIII. Common Metre. Looking at Things Unseen.

1

WHY should the world's alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes; Regardless of immortal joys And strangers to the skies!

2

These transient scenes will soon decay, They fade upon the sight; And quickly will their brighter day Be lost in endless night.

3

Their brightest day! alas, how vain! With conscious sighs we own;

Whilst clouds of sorrow, care and pain O'ershade the smiling noon.

4

O could our tho'ts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky Which sorrow ne'er invades.

5

There joys unseen by mortal eyes Or reason's feeble ray, In ever blooming prospect rise Unconscious of decay.

6

Lord send a beam of light divine To guide our upward aim, With one reviving ray of thine Our languid hearts inflame.

7

Then shall on faith's sublimest wing Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLXXXIX. Long Metre. Marriage.

1

WITH cheerful voices rise and sing The praises of our God and King;

For he alone can minds unite, And bless with conjugal delight.

2

This wedded pair, O Lord inspire With heavenly love, that sacred fire; From this blest moment may they prove The bliss divine of marriage love.

3

O may they both increasing find Substantial pleasures of the mind; Happy together may they be, And both united, Lord, to thee.

4

To you, blest pair, your God hath given, To taste the love which reigns in heaven; His gift with all your powers improve, And cultivate that virtuous love.

5

So may you live as truly one; And when your work on earth is done, Rise, hand in hand, to heaven, and share The joys of love forever there▪

PROUD.

Hymn CCXC. Common Metre. The Penitent Thief.

1

WITH deep contrition, grief and shame, The thief his crimes confess'd, T••en turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, And thus his prayer address'd.

2

"When to thy kingdom thou shalt come O Lord, remember me." "This day, with me in paradise Thy happy soul shall be."

3

Thus spake the Saviour to a wretch, Who languish'd at his side; Whilst on the fatal tree he hung, And bled and groan'd and dy'd.

4

Jesus, thou son and heir of heaven, Thou Lord of all below; Though then unjustly thou was brought To infamy and woe;

5

Yet quickly from that dreadful scene In triumph thou didst rise, Burst through the prison of the grave And gain thy native skies!

6

Exalted to thy father's throne, Pardon and life to give; The penitent thou still dost hear, And bid the sinner live.

Altered from STENNET.

Hymn CCXCI. Common Metre. The First and Second Adam.

1

WITH flowing eyes and bleeding hearts A fallen world survey!

See the wide ruin sin has made, In one unhappy day!

2

Adam, in God's own image form'd, See from his God estrang'd! And all the joys of paradise For guilt and horror chang'd!

3

This fatal heritage bequeath'd To all his helpless race! Thro' this dark maze of sin and woe Thus to the grave we pass!

4

But, O my soul, with rapture hear The second Adam's name; And the celestial gifts he brings To all his seed, proclaim.

5

What though in mortal life they mourn? What though by death they fall? Jesus in one triumphant day Transforms and crowns them all!

6

Praise to his rich transcending grace Even by our fall we rise! And gain for earthly Eden lost A heavenly Paradise!

MASON, altered.

Hymn CCXCII. Common Metre. Compassion of Christ.

1

WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our high priest above; His heart is full of tenderness, Of pity and of love.

2

Touch'd with a sympathy within He knows our feeble frame; He knows what fore temptations mean For he endur'd the same.

3

But spotless, innocent and pure The great Redeemer stood; When Satan's fiery darts he bore, And did resist to blood.

4

He in the days of feeble flesh Pour'd out his cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh What every christian bears.

5

He'll never quench the smoking flax But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name.

6

Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXCIII. Common Metre. Repentance and Hope.

1

WITH restless agitations tost, And low immers'd in woes, When shall my wild distemper'd thoughts Regain their lost repose?

2

O thou, the wretched's sure retreat, These torturing cares control; And with the cheerful smile of peace Revive my fainting soul.

3

Did ever thy paternal ear The humble plea disdain? Or when did plaintive misery sigh, Or supplicate in vain?

4

Oppress'd with grief and shame, dissolv'd In penitential tears, Thy goodness calms our restless doubts And dissipates our fears.

5

New life from thy refreshing grace Our sinking hearts receive; For 'tis thy darling attribute To pity and forgive.

6

From that blest source, propitious hope Appears serenely bright;

And sheds its soft diffusive beam, O'er sorrow's dismal night.

7

My griefs confess its vital power, And bless the friendly ray; Which ushers in the glad serene Of everlasting day.

MRS. CARTER.

Hymn CCXCIV. Long Metre. Jesus Christ, the same Yesterday, to Day and Forever.

1

WITH wonder, Lord, our souls proclaim Th' immortal honours of thy name; Assembled round our Saviour's throne We make his countless glories known.

2

Ere Adam's clay with life was warm'd Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form'd; Before creation was begun, Before all ages, was the SON.

3

Thro' all succeeding ages he The same hath been and still shall be; Immortal honours crown his head, Tho' earth and skies wax old and fade.

4

The same his power his flock to guard, The same his bounty to reward;

The same his faithfulness and love, To saints on earth and saints above.

5

Let nature change, and sink, and die, Jesus shall raise his people high; And place them near his father's throne In glory lasting as his own.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXCV. Common Metre. The Christian's Farewell.

1

YE golden lamps of heaven farewell, With all your feeble light; Farewell thou ever changing moon, Pale empress of the night.

2

And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames array'd; My soul that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thy aid.

3

Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode; The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall see my God.

4

The father of eternal light Shall there his beams display; Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that un••aried day.

5

No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into my eyes; Nor the meridian sun decline, Amidst those brighter skies.

6

There all the millions of his saints Shall in one song unite; And each, the bliss of all shall view With infinite delight.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXCVI. Common Metre. Divine Goodness.

1

YE humble souls approach your God With songs of sacred praise; For he is good, immensely good, And kind are all his ways.

2

All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love.

3

He gave his well beloved son, To save our souls from sin; Tis here he makes his goodness known, And proves it all divine.

4

To this sure refuge, Lord, we come, And here our hope relies;

A safe defence, a peaceful home When storms of trouble rise.

5

Thine eye beholds with kind regard The souls who trust in thee; Their humble hope thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free.

6

Great God, to thy almighty love What honours shall we raise; Not all the raptur'd songs above Can render equal praise.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCXCVII. Long Metre. Blessed are the Poor in Spirit.

1

YE humble souls complain no more, Let faith survey your future store, How happy, how divinely blest, The sacred words of truth attest.

2

When conscious grief laments sincere And pours the penitential tear; Hope points to your dejected eyes, A bright reversion in the skies.

3

In vain the sons of wealth and pride Despise your lot, your hopes deride;

In vain they boast their little stores, Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.

4

A kingdom, of immense delight, Where health and peace and joy unite; A kingdom which shall ne'er decay Tho' earthly kingdoms fade away.

5

There shall your eyes with rapture view The glorious friend, who dy'd for you; Who dy'd to ransom, dy'd to raise To crowns of joy and songs of praise.

6

Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer, Confirm to me, my interest there; Whatever be my lot below, This, this my soul desires to know.

7

O let me hear thy voice divine, Pronounce the glorious blessing mine; Enroll'd among thy happy poor, My largest wishes ask no more.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCXCVIII. Common Metre.

The Invitation. Isa. lv.

1

"YE thirsty souls, approach the spring Where living waters flow; Free to that sacred fountain, all Without a price may go.

2

"How long to streams of false delight Will ye in crouds repair? How long your strength and substance waste On trifles light as a••••

3

"My stores afford those rich supplies That health and pleasure give; Incline your ear and come to me, The soul that hears shall live.

4

"With you a cov'nant I will make, That ever shall endure; The hope which glad'ned David's heart My mercy hath made sure.

5

"Behold he comes, your leader comes With might and honour crown'd; A witness who shall spread my name To earth's remotest bound.

6

"See, nations hasten to his call From every distant shore; Islands unknown shall bow to him, And Israel's God adore."

SCOTCH Paraphrases.

Hymn CCXCIX. Common Metre. The Gospel Feast.

1

YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.

2

See Jesus stands with open arms, He calls, he bids you come: Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms, But see there yet is room!

3

In Jesu's condescending heart Both love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet.

4

Come then, and with his people taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above.

5

There with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne; Ten thousand, thousand souls rejoice, In extasies unknown.

6

And yet ten thousand, thousand more, Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls, the grace adore, Approach, there yet is room.

MRS. STEELE.

Hymn CCC. Common Metre. True and False Zeal.

1

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies;

Whilst that which often bears the name Is self but in disguise.

2

True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear; The fals•• is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.

3

While zeal for truth the christian warms, He knows the worth of peace; But self comends for names and forms, Its party to increase.

4

Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, Its end is satisfy'd, If sinners love the Saviour's name Nor seeks it aught beside.

5

But self, however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view; And says as boasting Jehu cry'd, "Come see what I can do."

6

Self may its own reward obtain And be applauded here; But zeal the best applause will gain When Jesus shall appear.

7

This idol self, O Lord, dethrone, And from our hearts remove; And let no zeal by us be shown But that which springs from love.

NEWTON