Worship, Honour, Thanks and Bleffing,

One in Three, Give we thee, Never, never ceafing.

HYMN

CCXV.

God's unchangeableness,

Efore the Earth or Worlds were made,

BE

Our Fathers Heart did move ;

His Mercy no beginning had,

He is Eternal Love.

All Nature may be out of course,
Or into Nothing fall :

The Love of God is ftill in force,
His Love is all in all.

How miferable fhould we be?
What Comfort could we find,
If God did change as oft as we,
Who waver like the Wind.

If once the Blood of Chrift we feel,
Upon our Hearts impreft;
The mark of that coeleftial Seal,
Can never be eras'd.

The Lord will fcourge us if we ftray,

His Mercies never cease,

The Lord will never take away
His covenant of Peace.

The

The Peace which Jefu's Blood procures,

And fixes in the Heart; To all Eternity endures, And never fhall depart.

H

At the Death of a Believer.

Ofanna to Jefus on high !
Another is enter'd his Reft,
Another is 'fcap'd to the Sky,

And lodg'd in Emmanuel's Breaft:
The Soul of our Brother is gone
To heighten the Triumph above,
Exalted to Jefus's Throne,

And clafp'd in the Arms of his Love.

How happy the Angels that fall
Tranfported at Jefus's Name!

The Saints whom he fooneft fhall call
To fhare in the Feaft of the Lamb!
No longer imprifon'd in Clay,

Who next from his Dungeon fhall fly ?
Who first fhall be fummon'd away?

My merciful God

Is it I?

O Jefus if this be thy Will,

That fuddenly I fhould depart, Thy Council of Mercy reveal,

And whisper the Call to my Heart :

O give me a Signal to know

If foon thou would't have me to move,

And leave the dull Body below,

And fly to the Regions of Love.

Cor. xv.

HYMN CCXVII.

What is fown in Corruption, is, &c.

ONS of God by bleft Adoption,
View the Dead with fteady Eyes,
What is fown thus in Corruption,
Shall in Incorruption rife!

What is fown in Death's dishonour,
Shall revive to glorious Light!
What is fown in this weak Manner,
Shall be rais'd in matchlefs Might.

Jefus thy rich Confolations,
To thy mourning People fend,
May we all with Faith and Patience,
Wait for our approaching End!
(Our Petition be it granted)

For our Change our Hearts prepare,
Give us Confidence undaunted,
Chearful Hope, and godly Fear.

BE

HYMN

CCXVIII.

At a Funeral.

Ehold! our Brother's happy Soul
To Paradife is gone:

Is gone where endless Pleasures dwell,
To fhare our Saviour's Throne.

All Tears are wiped from his Eyes,

And he from Sin releas'd: Caught up to God above the Skies, Where weary'd Spirits reft.

Soon

Soon fhall this Body glorious rife,
And, like our Saviour's, fhine;
Be number'd with the Juft and Wife,
In Majefty divine.

Teach us, Almighty God, and true,
Our feeble Age to fee;
How few our Years! and evil too,
And how to follow thee.

Prepare us for the folemn Day,
When we muft ceafe to Live;
And when our Souls are forc'd away,
Do thou our Souls receive.

TH

HEE we adore eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal Frame !
What dying Worms are we!

Our wafting Lives grow fhorter ftill,
As Months and Days increase:
And ev'ry beating Pulfe we tell,
Leaves but the number lefs.

The Year rolls round, and steals away
The Breath, that firft it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'lling to the Grave.

Dangers ftand thick thro' all the Ground,
To pufh us to the Tomb:
And fierce Difeafes wait around,
To hurry Mortals Home.

Great God! on what a flender Thread

Hang everlafting things; Th'eternal ftate of all the Dead,

Upon Life's feeble strings.

Infinite Joys, and endless Woe,
Attend on every Breath:
And yet, how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of Death!

Waken, O Lord, our drowsy Sense,
To walk this dang'rous Road :
And if our Souls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God.

HY M N CCXX.

At the Death or Burial of a Chriftian.

Ight dear in the Almighty's Sight,
The Saints put off their Clay;

Right in

And born to everlasting Light,
The Spirits fly away.

How bleft are they whofe Work is done!
Who hear the Saviour's Word;

"Enter my Joy, and fhare my Throne,
"And banquet with thy Lord."

Blefs'd