If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror fhrinks, When thou, O Lord, fhall ftand difclos'd In Majefty fevere, And fit in judgment on my soul, But thou haft told the troubled mind, Shall endless woe prevent. Then fee the forrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, For never fhall my foul despair, To make her pardon fure. W1 On GRATITUDE. THEN all thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O how fhall words with equal warmth, That glows within my ravifh'd heart! Thy providence my life fuftain'd, To all my weak complaints and cries, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt, Unnumber'd comforts on my foul When worn by fick nefs, oft haft thou Reviv'd my foul with grace. Ten Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Nor is the leaft a chearful heart, That taftes thofe gifts with joy. HYMN V. The Excellency of the BIBLE. By Dr. WATTS. REAT God! with wonder and with praife GREAT On all thy works I look : But ftill thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace, Shine brighter in thy book. The ftars that in their courfes roll, Have much inftruction given; The fields provide me food, and fhew Here Here are my choiceft treasures hid, And hence my hopes arife. ; Lord, make me understand thy law, Here would I learn how Chrift has dy'd, Not all the books on earth befide Such heavenly wonders tell, Then let me love thy fcriptures more, HYMN VI. On the SABBATH. By Dr. DoD DRIDGE. LORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this thy house, on this thy day; Accept, as grateful facrifice, The fongs, which from thy fervants rife. Thine Thine earthly Sabbaths, LORD, we love; Oh that we might that REST attain, In thy bleft kingdom we fhall be, No rude alarms of raging foes; O long expected day! begin; Dawn on thefe realms of woe and fin, HYMN VII. For the SACRAMENT. By Dr. WATT S. W are thy glories here display'd, How Great God! how bright they shine, While, at thy word, we break the bread, Here |