II. The God of Abr'ham praise, At whose fupreme command From earth I rife-and feek the joys At his right hand: I all on earth forfake, Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r : And Him my only portion make, My fhield and tow'r. III. The God of Abr'ham praise, Whofe all-fufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days, In all his ways: He calls a worm his friend! He calls himself my God! And He shall fave me to the end, Through Jefu's blood. IV. He by Himself hath fworn, I on his oath depend, I fhall, on eagle's wings up-borne, To heav'n afcend: I fhall behold his face, I fhall his pow'r adore, And fing the wonders of his grace XII. Chrift the Steward of God's family. I..M. I. WITH what delight I raise my eyes, And view the courts where Jefus dwells! Jefus, who reigns beyond the skies, II. Of David's royal house the key III. He shuts, and worlds might ftrive in vain. He looses all their bars again, And who shall shut the gates of love? IV. Fix'd in omnipotence he bears V. My little all I there fufpend, Where the whole weight of heav'n is hung: Secure I reft on fuch a friend, And into raptures wake my tongue. B. XIII. God glorious, tremendous, and gra Ο cious. 75. I. 'ER the bleft etherial plains, Girt with might Jehovah reigns; II. Propt on pillars of his pow'r, Worlds, with all their maffy weight, III. Down where horror clad in night, IV. Praise him then ye radiant bands, V. You, the nearest to his throne, Chant that love you long to know: Vivid orbs your mufic join, Sing his praise with brightest glow! VI. Gloomy plains of living death, VII. Chiefly you whose flagrant guilt, VIII. Warbling through the vaft expanfe, To his throne your voices raise, 'Till the facred refonance, Fill infinitude with praise. XIV. Chrift only the eternal Life. L. M. WHE I. HERE fhall the tribes of Adam find Ye fons of moral wifdom, fhow The fpring whence living waters flow. II. Say, will the ftoic's flinty heart Could Plato find thefe blisful flreams, Amongst his raptures and his dreams? LII. In vain I afk; for nature's power gave 'Twas but a poor relief fhe Against the terrors of the grave. IV. Jefus, our kinfman, and our God, V. All our immortal hopes are laid VI. Let atheifts fcoff, and Jews blafpheme VII. But let my foul for ever lie Beneath the bleffings of thine eye; 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, To fee thy face, to tafte thy love. |