He form'd the Stars,thofe heav'nly Flames,
He counts their Numbers, calls their Names;
His Wisdom's vaft, and knows no Bound,
A Deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd.
He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn,
And cloathes the fmiling Fields with Corn;
The Beasts with Food his Hands supply,
And the young Ravens when they cry.
But Saints are lovely in his Sight,
He views his Children with Delight;
He fees their Hope, he knows their Fear,
And looks and loves his Image there.
E Seekers of God, whofe diligent Care
Is ever employ'd in Chrift's Blood to fhare,
With Praises unceafing, your Jefus proclaim,]
Rejoicing, and bleffing his excellent Name.
"Tis Jefus commands, come all to his House,
And lift up your Hands, and pay him your Vows;
And whilft we are giving our Jefus his Due,
Do thou, bleffed Spirit, our Natures renew!
Univerfal Praife.
ARK! dull Soul, how ev'ry Thing
Strives t'adore our bounteous King,
Each a double Tribute pays,
Sings its Part, and then obeys.
Wake, for Shame, my fluggish Heart,
Wake, and gladly fing thy Part;
Learn of Birds, and Springs, and Flow'rs,
How t'employ thy nobler Pow'rs.
Call whole Nature to thy Aid,
Since 'twas he whole Nature made;
Join we in one endless Song,
Who to one God all belong.
Live for ever, glorious Lord,
Live by all thy Works ador'd;
One in three, and three in one,
All things bow to thee alone.
HYMN LXXXIV.
The New Creation.
TTEND, while God's eternal Son
Doth his own Glories fhew;
Behold, I fit upon my Throne,
Creating all Things new.
"Nature and Sin are past away,
And the old Adam dies;
My Hands a new Foundation lay,
"See a new World arife!"
Mighty Redeemer, fet us free
From our old State of Sin,
O make our Soul alive to thes,
Create new Pow'rs within.
Renew our Eyes, and form our Ears,
And mould our Hearts afresh;
Give us new Paffions, Joys, and Fears,
And turn the Stone to Flesh.
Far from the Regions of the Dead,
From Sin, and Earth, and Hell;
In the new World thy Grace hath made,
May we for ever dwell!
Come, thou wounded Lamb of God,
Come wash us in thy cleanfing Blood;
Hide us within thy Wounds, then Pain
Is fweet, and Life or Death is Gain.
Take our poor Hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but thee;
Seal thou our Breafts, and let us wear
That Pledge of Love for ever there.
How bleft are thofe who ftill abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding Side !
Who Life and Strength from thence derive,
And by thee move and in thee live.
How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
That thou should'st Man to Glory bring;
Make Slaves the Partners of thy Throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading Crown.
Ah, Lord! enlarge our fcanty Thought,
To know the Wonders thou haft wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring Tongue to tell
Thy Love immenfe, unfearchable.
First-born of many Brethren thou,
To thee both Earth and Heav'n must bow;
Help us to thee our All to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live!
Love divine, how fweet thou art,
When fhall we find our longing Hearts.
All taken up by thee?
Oh make me pant and thirft to prove
The Greatness of redeeming Love,
The Love of Chrift to me.
God only knows the Love of God;
O that it now were fhed abroad
In each poor ftony Heart!
For Love I'd figh, for Love I'd pine,
This only Portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine this better Part!
O that we could for ever fit,
With Mary, at the Master's Feet,
Be this our happy Choice!
Our only Care, Delight, and Blifs,
Our Joy, our Heav'n on Earth, be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's Voice.
Thy only Love may we require,
Nothing on Earth beneath Defire,
Nothing in Heav'n above ;
Let Earth and all its Trifles go,
Give us, O Lord, thy Love to know,
Give us thy precious Love.
Commit thy Way unto the Lord, &c.
NOME, my Soul, before the Lamb,
Fall and do him Rev'rence;
Blefs him for his Blood and Name,
Sing his great Deliv'rance.
Why fhould Sorrow bow thee down,
Trials or Temptation?
Is not Chrift upon the Throne,
Still thy ftrong Salvation?
Caft thy Burdens on the Lord,
Leave them with thy Saviour?
He (whofe Hands for thee were bor'd)
Can and will deliver.
Turn thee to thy Reft, my Soul,
Turn thee and discover
How he yet is merciful,
Turn thee to thy Lover.
Blush that thou haft him forgot,
Who can happy make thee;
Gaze upon him who thee bought,
'Till to him he takes thee.
Leave thy earthly Cares behind,
Mind alone thy Saviour;
Count thou all befide but Wind,
Trample on it ever.
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