While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants fupply'd.

5 Tormenting thirft fhall leave their fouls,
And hunger flee as faft ;

The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repaft.

6 The Lamb fhall lead his heav'nly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine fhall wipe away
The forrows of their eyes.

HYMN XLII. Common Metre.

Divine wrath and mercy; from Nahum i. 1, &c.
DORE and tremble, for our God
Is a confuming fire ;*

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His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raile his vengeance higher.

2 Almighty vengeance, how it burns!
How bright his fury glows!

Vaft magazines of plagues and ftorms
Lie treafur'd for his foes.

3 Thofe heaps of wrath by flow degrees
Are forc'd into a flame,

But kindled, Oh! how fierce they blaze!
And rend all nature's frame.

4 At his approach the mountains flee,
And feek a wat❜ry grave;
The frighted fea makes hafte away,
And fhrinks up ev'ry wave.

5 Through the wide air the weighty rocks
Are fwift as hail ftones hurl’d:
Who dares engage his fiery rage,
That thakes the folid world?

*Heb. xii. 29.

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Yet, mighty God! thy fov'reign grace
Sits regent on the throne,
The refuge of thy chofen race

When wrath comes rufhing down.
7 Thy hand fhall on rebellious kings
A fiery tempeft pour,

While we, beneath thy fhelt'ring wings,
Thy juft revenge adore.

HYMN XLIII. Referred to the 100th Pfalm.
HYMN XLIV. Referred to the 133d Pfalm.

HYMN XLV.
The last judgment.

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Common Metre.
Rev. xxi. 5-8.

EE where the great incarnate God
Fills a majestic throne,

While from the fkies his awful voice
Bears the laft judgment down.

2 ["I am the first, and I the last,
"Through endlefs years the fame;
"I AM is my memorial ftill,
"And my eternal name.

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"Such favours as a God can give,
My royal grace bestows;

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"Ye thirfty fouls, come taste the ftreams "Where life and pleasure flows.]

4 ["The faint that triumphs o'er his fins, "I'll own him for a fon;

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"The whole creation fhall reward
"The conquefts he has won.

"But bloody hands and hearts unclean,
"And all the lying race,

"The faithless and the fcoffing crew,
"That fpurn at offer'd grace;

6 "They fhall be taken from my fight, "Bound faft in iron chains,

"And headlong plung'd into the lake "Where fire and darkness reigns."] 70 may I ftand before the Lamb When earth and feas are fled! And hear the Judge pronounce my name With bleflings on my head.

8 May I with thofe forever dwell, Who here were my delight,

While finners, banifh'd down to hell,

No more offend

my fight.

HYMNS XLVI, and XLVII. Referred to Pfalm 148, and Pfalm 3.

HYMN XLVIII. Long Metre.

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The Chriftian race.

Ifa. xl. 28-31.

WAKE, our fouls, (away our fears,
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone)
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal fpirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the ftrength of ev'ry faint.
3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r
Is ever new and ever young,

And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing fpring,
Our fouls fhall drink a fresh supply,
While fuch as truft their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
On wings of love our fouls fhall fly,.
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road..

HYMN XLIX. Common Metre..
The works of Mofes and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3

WOW ftrong thine arm is, mighty God!!
Who would not fear thy name?

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Jefus, how fweet thy graces are!

Who would not love the Lamb?

2 He has done more than Mofes did,,.
Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell he freed our fouls,
And taught our lips to fing..

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In the Red Sea, by Mofes' hand,
Th' Egyptian hoft was drown'd;
But his own blood hides all our fins,
And guilt no more is found..

4 When through the defert Ifrael went,,
With manna they were fed;
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

5 Mofes beheld the promis'd land,,
Yet never reach'd the place; .

But Chrift fhall bring his foll'wers home,,
To fee his Father's face..

6. Then fhall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame,

And fweeter voices tune the fong
Of Mofes and the Lamb..

HYMN L.

Common Metre.

The fong of Zacharias, and the meffage of John the Baptift; or, light and falvation by Jefus Chrift. Luke i. 68, &c. John i. 29, 32.

OW be the God of Ifrael blefs'd,
Who makes his truth appear;
His mighty hand fulfils his word,
And all the oaths he fware.

2 Now he bedews old David's root,
With bleffings from the fkies;
He makes the branch of promise grow,
The promis'd horn arife.

3 [John was the prophet of the Lord,
go before his face;

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The herald which our Saviour God
Sent to prepare his ways.

4 He makes the great falvation known,
He fpeaks of pardon'd fins

While grace divine, and heav'nly love,
In its own glory fhines.

5" Behold the Lamb of God," he cries,
"That takes our guilt away:

"I faw the Spirit o'er his head "On his baptizing day.]

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6"Be ev'ry vale exalted high,

"Sink ev'ry mountain low;

"The proud muft ftoop, and humble fouls "Shall his falvation know.

7 "The heathen realms with Ifrael's land "Shall join in fweet accord;

"And all that's born of man fhall fee "The glory of the Lord.

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