6 Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas,
In your eternal roar ;

Let wave to wave refound his praise,
And fhore reply to shore.

7 While monsters, fporting on the flood,
In fcaly filver shine,
Speak terribly their Maker, God,
And lath the foaming brine.

8 But gentler things shall tune his name
To fofter notes than thefe,

Young zephyrs breathing o'er the ftream,
Or whifp'ring thro' the trees.

9 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To him that bids ye grow;

Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines
On ev'ry thankful bough.

To Let the fhrill bitds his honour raise,
And climb the morning fky;

While grov'ling beafts attempt his praife
In hoarfer harmony.

II Thus, while the meaner creatures fing,
Ye mortals, take the found
Echo the glories of your King
Thro' all the nations round.

HYMN CLXIV.

THE God of Abrah'm praife,
Who reigns enthron'd above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:

JEHOVAH, GREAT I AM!
By earth and heav'n confeft;
I bow and blefs the facred name,
For ever bleft.

2

3

The God of Abrah'm praife,
At whofe fupreme command
From earth I rise

and seek the joys

At his right-hand :

I all on earth forfake

Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r ;
And him my only portion make,

My fhield and tow'r.

The God of Abrah'm praise,
Whofe all-fufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,
In all my ways:

He calls a worm his friend !
He calls himself my God!"
And he shall fave me to the end,
Thro' Jefu's blood!

He by himself hath fworn,
I on his oath depend,

I fhall, on eagle's wings up-borne,
To heav'n afcend

I fhall behold his face,
1 fhall his pow'r adore,

And fing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.

My

HYMN CLXV.

Saviour, my almighty friend, When I begin to praife,

Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting truft, Thy goodness I adore ;

Send down thy grace, O bleffed Lord,

That I

may

love thee more.

3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road;

And march with courage in thy ftrength, To fee the Lord my God. : 4 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful fong, And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the feafon long.

I

HYMN CLXVI.

THIS, this is the God we adore,

Our faithful, unchangeable friend;
Whose love is as great as his pow'r,

And neither knows measure nor end.
'Tis Jefus, the First and the Laft,
Whofe fpirit fhall guide us fafe home;
We'll praife him for all that is past,
And truft him for all that's to come,

HYMN CLXVIÍ.

LORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place
Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories fhine;
There Jefus fays that I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.

3 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord,
And fhews his wounded fide)

See here the fpring of all your joys
That open'd when I dy'd!

4 He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain,

All this, fays he, I bore for thee,
And then he fmiles again.

5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King
For grace fo vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And feals it with a kiss.

6 Let fuch amazing loves as thefe
Be founded all abroad;

Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.

7 To him that wash'd us in his blood
Be everlasting praife,

I

Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.

W

HYMN CLXVIII

HEN all the mercies of my God
My rising foul furveys,

Why, my cold heart, art thou not loft
In wonder, love, and praise?

2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redreft,"
While in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themfelves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd.comforts on my foul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant-heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

5 When in the Aipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedlefs fteps I ran,

Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe,
And led me up to man.

3 My feet fhall travel all the length

Of the celeftial road;

And march with courage in thy ftrength, To fee the Lord my God. 4 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful fong,

And entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the feafon long.

HYMN CLXVI.

THIS, this, is the God we adore,

Our faithful, unchangeable friend; Whofe love is as great as his pow'r,

And neither knows meafure nor end.

'Tis Jefus, the First and the Laft,

Whofe fpirit fhall guide us fafe home ; We'll praife him for all that is paft,

And truft him for all that's to come. I

HYMN CLXVII.

LORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place
Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories fhine;
There Jefus fays that I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.

3 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord,
And fhews his wounded fide)

See here the fpring of all your joys
That open'd when I dy'd!

4 He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain,

All this, fays he, I bore for thee,
And then he fmiles again.