HYMN CLXXXII.

Having loved His own, which were in the World, He loved them unto the End. John xiii. 1.

THIS

I.

HIS GoD is the GoD we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend Whofe Love is as great as His Pow'r, And neither knows Measure nor End..

II.

'Tis JESUS the FIRST, and the LAST,
Whole SPIRIT fhall guide us fafe Home:
We'll praife Him for all that is paft,
And truft Him for all that's to come.

HYMN ČLXXXIII.
Jonah's Prayer.

A

LOUD I cry'd-Aloud I pray'd,.
When in the Fifh's Belly lay'd, -
And Hell's deep Gloom I faw!
The foaming Billows dafh'd around,
But, Oh, more awful ftill I found
The Terrors of thy LAW.
II.

The Sea-weeds wrapp'd about my Head,
The hoary Decp thy Wrath difplay'd,
And ftill increas'd my Fear:

Wave follow'd Wave with dreadful Noife,
And feem'd to drown my feeble Voice,
But yet my GoD could hear:
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Could

Could hear a guilty Wretch complain, w
And when I thought my Sighs were Nain
A kind Deliv'rance fend:

Tho' flying from His gracious Sight,
1, Rebel like, defy'd His Might,
He prov'd the SINNERS FRIEND.
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The High and Lofty ONE look'd down,
The LORD took pity on his own,
And deign'd my Life to fave:
His injur'd Goodnefs took my Part,
His Pity heal'd my broken Heart,
His Hand unlock'd my Grave.
v.

Thanksgiving, Love, and humble Praife
Shall fill the Remnant of my Days,
Shall bow my grateful Knee :
My gracious SAVIOUR, and my GoD
I'll praife Thee for thy chaft'ning Rod
Which brought me back to Thee.

HYMN

CLXXXIV.

The Believer's earneft Expectation and Hope. Phil. i 20. let medT

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I.

E is a GoD of Sov'teign Love

That promis'd Heaven to * me, And taught my Thoughts to foar † above Where happy & Spirits be.

Prepare

John xii. 26. Col. ži. 1, 2. § Heb. xii. 23.

Prepare me, LORD, for thy Right Hand,
Then come the joyful Day !

Come Death, and fome celeftial Band,
To bear my Soul away.

III.

Then, my Beloved, take my Souk
Up to thy bleft Abode,

That, Face to Face, I may behold:

My SAVIOUR and my Gov.

HYMN

CLXXXV.

PSALM Cxlviii.

I.

RAISE ye the LORD, y' immortal Choir,
That fill the Realms above :

PRA

Praise Him who form'd you of his Fire,
And feeds you with his Love :

Shine to his Praife, ye cryftal Skies,
The Floor of his Abode,

Or veil in Shades your Thousand Eyes,
Before your brighter GOD.

II.

Thou reftlefs. Globe of golden Light,
Whofe Beams create our Days,
Join with the Silver Queen of Night,
To own your borrow'd Rays;
Winds, ye ihall bear his Name aloud,
Through the etherial Blue ;

Luke xvi. 22. + Cant. ii. 16.
Job. xix, 27. 1 Cor. xiii. 12....

For

For when his Chariot is a Cloud,
He makes his Wheels of you,

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Thunder and Hail, and Fire, and Storms, w The Troops of his Command,

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Appear in all your dreadful, Forms, DA

And fpeak his awful Hand:

Shout to the LORD, ye furging Seas, A

In your eternal Roar ;

Let Wave to Wave refound his Praife,

And Shore reply to Shore,

IV...

Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pines, A To him that bids you grow

Sweet Clufters bend the fruitful Vines

On ev'ry thankful Bough

Thus while the meaner Creatures fing,..
Ye Mortals, take the Soundia
Echo the Glories of your King,

Thro' all the Nations round.

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HY M N CLXXXVI.

HYMN

I.

H' extent of JESU's Love

What Heart can comprehend?

A Breadth whofe Distance none can prove,

A Length without an End:

The firft-born Seraphs try

The Myft'ry to explore;
Yet cannot trace it out for why ?
The Curfe they never bore.

|| Pf. civ. 3. Eph. 18, 19. 1 Pet. i. ¡2.

The Grace unfearchable,

Tranfcending human Thought,
Who, who, in Earth or Heav'n can tell,
Or find the Wonder out?
All the angelic Choir

Unite to give Him Praise :
And Saints redeeming Love adinire,
And loud Hofannahs raife..
III.

To CHRIST We lift out Voice,
Who have Redemption found :
And in His Name alone rejoice,
Whence all our Joys abound.
This cures the burden'd Mind,
This calms the troubled Heart;
This manifefts the SAVIOUR Kind,
And bids our Fears depart.

HYMN CLXXXVIL

I.

THEN Istravail in Diftrefs,

W Or Grief of any Kind,

Burden'd with Uneafinefs,

And Anguifh on my Mind;
One fweet Ray of heav'nly Light
Difpels the Clouds which intervene,
Turns to Day the gloomy Night,
And quite renews the Scene.
II.

My Complaints with Speed remove,
My Sorrows turn to Joy,