2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the fame.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out ftrong cries and tears;
And in his meafure feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.
4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raife it to a flame;
The bruifed reed he never breaks,
Nor fcorns, the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble faith addrefs
His mercy and his pow'r;'
We fhall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the diftreffing hour,
ESUS, my All, to heav'n is gone,
He whom i fix'd my hopes úport; ·
His track I fee, and I'll purtue
The narrow way, till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long have fought,
And mourn'd becaufe I found it not;
My grief a burthen long has been,
Because I could not ceafe from fin.
4 The more I firove against its pow'r,
I fina'd and ftumbled but the more,
Till late 1 beard my Saviour fay,
4 Come hither, foul, I AM THE WAY.'
5 Lo! glad I come; and thou bleft Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whofe I am :
Nothing but fin I thee can give,
Nothing but love fhall I receive.
6 Then will I tell to finners round
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And fay, "Behold the way to God."
HILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey let us fing;
Sing our Saviour's worthy praife,
Glorious in his works and ways!
2 We are trav'lling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness fhall fee.
3 O, ye banish'd feed, be glad!
Christ our advocate is made;
Us to fave, our flesh affumes,
Brother to our fouls becomes.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jefus Chrift, our Father's Son,
Bids us undifmay'd go on.
5 Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee!
HYMN CXLVII.
ORLD, adieu! thou real cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful charms
Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,
Foolish hopes, and falfe alarms:
Now I fee as clear as day
How thy follies pass away.
2 Vain thy entertaining fights,
Falfe thy promifes renew'd,
All the pomp of thy delights
Does but flatter and delude:
Thee I quit for heav'n above,
Object of the nobleft love.
3 Foolish vanity-farewell
More inconftant than the wave,
Where thy foothing fancies dwell,
Pureft tempers they deprave:
He, to whom I fly from thee,
Jefus Chrift fhall fet me free.
4 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys,
Since in thee alone I find
Solid and fubftantial joys;
Joys that, never over-past,
Thro' eternity fhall laft.
HYMN CXLVIII.
My God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting All,
I've none but thee in heav'n above,
Or on this earthly ball.
2 What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod?
There's nothing here deferves my joys,
There's nothing like my God.
3 In vain the bright, the burning fun
Scatters his feeble light:
'Tis thy fweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night.
4 And whilft upon my restless bed
Amongst the fhades I roll,
If my Redeemer fhews his head,
'Tis morning with my foul.
5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health and safe abode :
Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.
6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to thee!
Or what's my fafety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?
7 Were I poffeffor of the earth,
And call'd the ftars mine own;
Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
8 Let others ftretch their arms like feas,
And grafp in all the fhore,
Grant me the vifits of thy face,
And I defire no more.
GLORIOUS hope of perfect love,
It lifts me up to things above,
It bears on eagle's wings;
It gives my ravish'd foul a tafte,
And makes me for fome moments feaf
With Jefu's priests and kings.
2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I ftand, and from the mountain top
See all the land below:
Rivers of milk and honey rife,
And all the fruits of paradife
In endless plenty grow.
3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favour'd with God's peculiar faile,
With ev'ry bleffing bleft:
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting reft.
4 O that I might at once go up,
No more on this fide Jordan ftop,
But now the land poffefs;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and fins, and doubts and fears,
An howling wilderness.
5 Now, O my Joshua, bring me in!
Caft out thy foes, the inbred fin,
The carnal mind remove,
The purchase of thy death divide:
And, oh! with all the fanctify'd,
Give me a lot of love!
ATHER, how wide thy glories fhine,
How high thy wonders rife!
Known thro' the earth by thousand figns,
By thoufands thro' the skies.
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motions fpeak thy skill,
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience ftill.
2 Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ,
They fhew the labour of thine hands,
Or imprefs of thy feet.
But when we view thy ftrange defign
To fave rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compaffion join
In their divineft forms:
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