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. 12a
4 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs,
With this delightful fong,

I

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

T

HYMN CLXVI.

HIS, 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 Firft 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 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 spring 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.

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

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

I

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HYMN CLXVIII

HEN all the mercies of my God My rifing 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 redrest, 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 themselves in pray're 4 Unnumber'd comforts on my foul Thy tender care bestow'd,

Before my infant-heart conceiv'd From whom thofe comforts flow'd. 5 When in the flipp'ry paths of youth, With heedlefs fteps I ran,

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

T

6 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my waysto
And thro' the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.
7 Thro' ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll purfuego?
And after death in diftant worlds,
The pleafing theme renew.

8 Thro' all eternity to Thee
A grateful fong I'll raife;
But, oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praife.

HYMN CLXIX. .

I WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I fee;
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me.,

2 Not more than others 1 deserve, r

Yet God hath giv'n me more;i bez
For I have food, while others farve,
Or beg from door to door.

3 While fome poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head,

I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

4 Are these thy favours day by day
To me above the reft

Then let me love thee more than they
And try to ferve thee beft.

I

HYMN CLXX.

Hither to bath the Lord helped us, I SAM. vii. 12.

THO' ftrait be the way, with dangers befet,

And we thro' delay are no farther yet;

Our good guide and Saviour hath help'd thus far,
And 'tis by his favour we are what we are.

2 What creatures befide are favour'd like us;
Forgiv'n, fupply'd, and banquetted thus,
By God our good Father, who gave us his Son,
And fent him to gather his children in one?
3 My brethern, reflect on what we have been,
How God hath respect to us when in fin;
When lower and lower we every day fell,

He ftretch'd forth his power, and fnatch'd us from hell.

4 Then let us rejoice and cheerfully fing With heart and with voice to Jefus our King; Who thus far has brought us from evil to good, The rapfom that bought us, no lefs than his blood! 5 For bleflings like thefe fo bounteously giv'n, For profpects of peace, and foretastes of heav'n, 'Tis grateful, 'tis pleasant to fing and adore; Be thankful for prefent, and then ask for more.

HYMN CLXXI.

THOU God of my falvation,
My Redeemer from all fin,

Mov'd to this by great compaffion,
Yearning bowels from within;
I will praife thee,

Where fhall I thy praife begin?

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2 While the angel-quires are crying,
Glory to the great I AM!
I with them would still be vying
Glory, glory to the Lamb!
O how precious

Is the found of Jefu's name.
3 Now I fee, with joy and wonder,
Whence the healing ftreams arofe,
Angel-minds are loft to ponder
Dying love's mysterious caufe;
Yet the bleffing

Down to all, to me it flows.
4 Tho' unfeen I love the Saviour,
He almighty grace hath shown;
Pardon'd guilt and purchas'd favour;
This he makes to mortals known;
Give him glory,

Glory, glory is his own.

5 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceiv'd they mix the throng,
Word'ring at the love that crown'd us,
Glad to join the holy fong:
Hallelujah,

I

Love and praife to Chrift belong.

TRUSTING IN PROVIDENCE.

HYMN CLXXII.

COMMIT

PART THE FIRST.

OMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,

To his fure truft and tender care,
Who earth and heav'n commands;
Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and feas obey,
He fall dire thy wand'ring feet,
He fhall prepare thy way.