HYMN - LXIV.

Pf. cxxxix. 7.-13.

I.

LORD, where fhall guilty Souls retire,

Forgotten and

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

Should they fupprefs their vital Breath,~-
T' efcape the Wrath Divine,

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

HI

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

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,.

Thofe 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. :

WEET is the Mem'ry of thy Grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;

SWE

Let Age to Age thy Righteousness
In Sounds of Glory fing,

GOD reigns on high, but not confines
His Goodnefs 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 endless Race,
Thy Pow'r and Praife proclaim:
May we, who tafte thy richer Grace,
Delight to blefs thy Name!

HYMN

PR

HYMN LXVI.

PSALM cxlvii.

I.

RAISE ye the LORD; 'tis good to raise Our Hearts and Voices in his Praife; His Nature and his Works invite,

To make this Duty our Delight.

II.

He form'd the Stars, thofe heav'nly Flames,
He counts their Numbers, calls their Names:
His Wifdom's vaft and knows no Bound,
A Deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd.
III.

Great is the LORD, and great his Might,
And all his Glories, infinite :

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He crowns the Meek, rewards the Juft,
And treads the Wicked to the Duft.

IV.

His Saints are lovely in his Sight,
He views his Children with Delight:
He fees their Hopes, He knows their
And looks and loves his Image there.
V.

Praise God from whom all Bleffings flow,
Praife him all Creatures here below!

Praise him above, ye heav'nly Hoft,
Praife FATHER, SON and HOLY GHOST.

Prov. x. 6.

HYMN

HYMN LXVII.

CHRIST Our Wisdom, Righteousness,
Sanctification, and Redemption.
1 Cor. i. 30.

B

I.

URY'D in Shadows of the Night,? We lie, 'till CHRIST reftores the Light; Wifdom defcends to heal the Blind,

And chace the Darkness of the Mind.

II.

Loft guilty Souls are drown'd in Tears,
"Till the atoning Blood appears;
Then they awake from deep Diftress,
And fing the LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
III.

Jefus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his Slaves in heavy Chains :
He fets the Pris'ner free, and breaks
The iron Bondage from our Necks.
IV.

Poor helpless Worms in thee poffefs
Grace, Wifdom, Power, and Righteousness ;
Thou art our mighty All, may we

Give our whole Selves, O LORD, to Thee!

HYMN LXVIII.

Mal. iv. 2.

But unto you that fear my Name, fhall the Sun of Righteoufnefs arife with Healing in his Wings.

I.

OW heavy is the Night,

HT

That hangs upon our Eyes,

'Till CHRIST with his reviving Light! Over our Souls arife!

II.

Our guilty Spirits dread

To meet the Wrath of Heav'n; But in his Righteousness array'd, We fee our Sins forgiv'n.

Unholy and impure

III:

Are all our Thoughts and Ways;
His Hand infected Nature cure
With fanctifying Grace.

IV.

The Pow'rs of Hell agree
To hold our Souls in vain ;
He fets the Sons of Bondage free,
And breaks the curfed Chain.
V.

LORD, we adore thy Ways

That bring us near to GoD:

Thy fov'reign Pow'r, thy healing Grace,
And thine atoning Blood.

HYMN