O then fay no more.
But free Grace adore,
And long for to meet him on Canaan's bleft
For worthy's the Lamb,
The Lamb that was flain,
The Lamb, we'll resound it again and again.
LORD our heav'nly King, Thy Name is all Divine,
Thy Glories round the Earth art spread, And o'er the Heav'ns they fhine.
When I furvey the Stars,
And all their fhining Forms,
Lord, what is Man that worthless thing! A Kin to Duft and Worms.
Lord, what is worthless Man
That thou should't love him fo! Next to thine Angels is he plac'd, And Lord of all below.
How rich thy Bounties are !
How wond'rous are thy Ways!
Of Duft and Worms, thy Pow'r can frame A Monument of Praife.
Out of the Mouth of Babes
And Sucklings, thou canst draw Surprizing Honours to thy Name, And ftrike the World with Awe.
O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy Name is all Divine:
Thy Glories round the Earth are spread, And o'er the Heav'ns they fhine.
PSALM XXIII. God our Shepherd.
UR Shepherd is the living Lord, Now fhall our Wants be well fupply'd,
His Providence and holy Word, Become our Safety and our Guide.
In Paftures where Salvation grows, He makes his Saints to Feed and Reft; There living Water gently flows, And all their Food's divinely Bleft.
Their wand'ring Feet his Ways mistake, But he restores their Souls to Peace; And leads them for his Mercies fake, In the fair Paths of Righteousness.
Tho' they walk thro' the gloomy Vale, Where Death and all its Terrors are, Their Heart and Hope fhall never fail, For God their Shepherd's with them there.
Surely the Mercies of the Lord, Attend his Houfhold all their Days, There may we dwell, to hear his Word, To feek his Face, and fing his Praise.
Waited Patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my Cry, He saw me refting on his Word, And brought Salvation nigh.
He rais'd me from a horrid Pit, Where mourning long I lay; And from my Bonds releas'd my Feet, Deep Bonds of miry Clay.
Firm on a Rock, he made me ftand, And taught my chearful Tongue To praise the Wonders of his Hand, In a new thankful Song.
I'll spread his works of Grace abroad, The Saints with Joy fhall hear, And Sinners learn to make my God Their only Hope and Fear.
How many are thy Thoughts of Love! Thy Mercies, Lord, how great! We have not Words nor Hours enough Their number to repeat.
HYMN XLVIII.
PSALM XLVII. Chrift Afcending and Reigning.
FOR a fhout of facred Joy,
To God the Sov'reign King;
Let every Land their Tongues Employ, And Hymns of Triumph Sing.
Jefus our God afcends on high, His heav'nly Guards around Attend him rifing thro' the Sky With trumpets joyful found.
While Angels fhout and praise their King, Let Mortals learn their Strains! Let all the Earth his Honours fing, O'er all the Earth he Reigns.
PSALM LI. Backflider reftor'd.
Thou that hear'ft when Sinners cry, Tho' all our Crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry Look! But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book.
Create our Nature pure within, And form our Souls averse to Sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy Prefence from our Heart.
Tho' we have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His Help and Comfort ftill afford ; Let Wretches now come near thy Throne, To plead the Merits of thy Son.
Our Souls lie humbled in the Duft, And own thy dreadful Sentance just: Look down, O Lord, with pitying Eye, And fave poor Souls condemn'd to Die.
Then fhall we teach the World thy Ways, Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign Grace: We'll lead them to the Saviour's Blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
O may thy Love infpire our Tongue, Salvation fhall be all our Song, And all our Pow'rs fhall join to bless The Lord our Strength and Righteousness,
Breathing after Holiness.
OVE divine, all Love excelling,
L Joy of Heaven to Earth come down,
Fix in us thy humble Dwelling, All thy faithful Mercies crown. Jefus, thou art all Compaffion, Pure unbounded Love thou art, Vifit us with thy Salvation, Enter every trembling Heart.
Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit, Into every troubled Breast,
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promis'd Reft. Take away the Power of Sinning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of Faith, as its Beginning, Set our Hearts at Liberty.
Come Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy Life receive, Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy Temples leave.
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