II.

Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our Fear:

Our stubborn Sins will fight and reign,
If Love be absent there.

III.

'Tis Love that makes our chearful Feet
In fwift Obedience move,

The Devils know and tremble too-
But Satan cannot love.

IV.

This is the Grace that lives and fings,
When Faith and Hope fhall cease;
'Tis this fhall ftrike our joyful Strings
In the fweet Realms of Blifs.

V.

When join'd to that harmonious Throng,
That fills the Choirs above,
Then shall we tune our golden Harps *
And ev'ry Note be-LOVE.

HYMN LXI.

PSALM cxxxiv.

I.

E Servants of GoD, Whofe diligent Care, Is ever employed in Watching and Pray'r; With Praises unceafing Your JESUS proclaim, Rejoicing, and bleffing His excellent Name.

II.

'Tis JESUS commands, Come all to his House, And lift up your Hands And pay Him your Vows;

And whilst ye are giving Your JESUS his Due, The LORD o ut of Heaven Shall fanctify you. * Rev. xiv. 2.

TH

HYMN LXII.

Life and Eternity.

I.

HEE we adore, Eternal Name;
And humbly own to Thee,

How feeble is our mortal Frame,
What dying Worms we be !
II.

Our wafting Lives grow fhorter ftill,
As Months and Days increase!
And every beating Pulse we tell
Leaves but the Number lefs!
III.

The Year rolls round, and fteals away
The Breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the Grave!

IV.

Dangers ftand thick thro' all the Ground,

To pufh us to the Tomb, And fierce Diseases wait around, To hurry Mortals home!

V.

Great GOD! On what a flender Thread

Hang everlafting Things!
Th' eternal States of all the Dead
Upon Life's feeble Strings!
VI.

Infinite Joy, and endless Woe,
Attend on ev'ry Breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the Brink of Death!

Waken

Waken, O LORD, our drowfy Senfe,
To walk this dang'rous Road :
And if our Souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

HYMN

LXIII.

Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.

Y

I.

My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye

Awake my fluggish Soul:

Nothing hath half thy Work to do ;
Yet nothing's half fo dull.

Go to the

II.

Ants-for one poor

See how they toil and ftrive!

fo?

Grain

Yet we who have a Heav'n t' obtain,

How negligent we live!

III.

We, for whom GOD the SON came down,
And labour'd for our Good,

How careless to secure that Crown
He purchas'd with his Blood?
IV.

LORD, fhall we live fo fluggish ftill,
And never act our Parts ?

Come, LORD, thy + gracious Word fulfil,
And warm our frozen Hearts !

V.

Give us with active Warmth to move,
With vig'rous Souls to rife,

With Hands of Faith and Wings of Love

To fly and take the Prize.

HYMN

* Prov. v. 6. † Matt. iii. 11. latter Part.

HYMN LXIV.

Pf. cxxxix. 7.-13.

I.

LORD, where fhall guilty Souls retire,

Forgotten and unknown?

In Hell they meet thy vengeful Ire,
In Heav'n thy glorious Throne.

II.

Should they fupprefs their vital Breath,
T'escape the Wrath Divine,

Thy Voice would break the Bars of Death,
And make the Grave refign.
III.

If wing'd with Beams of Morning Light
They fly beyond the West,

Thine Hand, which must support their Flight,
Would foon betray their Reft.

IV.

If o'er their Sins they feek to draw
The Curtains of the Night,

Those flaming Eyes that guard thy Law,
Would turn the Shades to Light.

V.

The Beams of Noon, the Midnight Hour,

Are both alike to Thee;

O may we ne'er provoke that Pow'r

From which we cannot flee!

HYMN LXV.

PSALM

cxlv. 7. &c.

I.

SWE

WEET is the Mem'ry of thy Grace,
My GOD, my heav'nly King!

Let Age to Age thy Righteoufnefs
In Sounds of Glory fing.

GOD reigns on high, but not confines
His Goodness to the Skies;

Thro' the whole Earth his Goodness fhines
And every Want fupplies.
III.

With longing Eyes thy Creatures wait
On Thee, for daily Food;

Thy lib'ral Hand provides them Meat,
And fills their Mouths with Good.
IV.

How kind are thy Compaffions, LORD!
How flow thine Anger moves!
But foon He fends his pard'ning Word,
To chear the Soul He loves.
V.

Creatures, with all their enless Race,
Thy Pow'r and Praise proclaim:
May we, who tafte thy richer Grace,
Delight to blefs thy Name!

HYMN