8 To him, ye graceful cedars bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own;

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,
And trembled at his frown.

9 Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects, flut'ring on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise ;
Crop the gay rose's vernal bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.

PAUSE.

10 Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and sing, Ye plumy warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise

To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glit'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

11 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head
In heav'nly praise employ ;
Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound,
The gen❜ral burst of joy.

12 Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,
Fall prostrate at his throne;

Ye princes, rulers, all adore

Praise him, ye kings, who makes your power
An image of his own.

13 Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal source of love,
With youth's enlivening fire:
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away,
And ask an angel's lyre.

Hymn 213. 8.7.4.

Come and Welcome to Jesus Christ. Isa. lv. i
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore !
Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and pow'r :

He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.
2 [Ho ye needy, come and welcome ;
God's free bounty glorify :

True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh-
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.]
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you,

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruis'd and mangled by your fall;

If you tarry, till you're better,
You will never come at all.

Not the righteous,

Sinners, Jesus came to call.
5 Lo th incarnate God descended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;

None but Jesus,

Can do helpless sinners good.

6 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;

While the blissful seats of heav'n,
Sweetly echo with his name:
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

Hymn 214. 8.7.4.

Zion's Increase Prayed for. Psalm lxxxv. 6.

1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation;
Grant us Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.

Lord, revive us ;

All our help must come from thee.
2 Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant shall droop and die.
3 Surely once thy garden flourish'd;
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green;
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd;
Happy seasons we have seen!

4 But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see ;
Lord, thy help is greatly needed;
Help can only come from thee.

5 Gracious Saviour, hasten hither;
Thou canst make them bloom again:
O, permit them not to wither;
Let not all our hopes be vain.

6 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers,
Let each one, esteem'd thy servant,
Shun the worlds bewitching cares.
7 Break the tempter's fatal power;
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin from this good hour,
To revive thy work afresh.

Hymn 215. 10's & 11's.

Begone Unbelief. Isa. xii. 2.

1 BEGONE unbelief! my Saviour is near, And for my relief will surely appear;

By pray'r let me wrestle, and he will perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide ;

Though, cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 3 His love in time past forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in-trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to bring me quite through 4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the med’cine is food,

Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then O how pleasant the conq'rors song.

Hymn 216. 8.,7. 4.

Sinner's Entreated to Hear.

1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message,
Sent in mercy from above?

Every sentence-O how tender!
Every line is full of love;
Listen to it-

Every line is full of love.

2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel,
News from Zion's King proclaim,
To each rebel sinner-" Pardon,
"Free forgiveness in his name.”
How important:

Free forgiveness in his name!

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour, Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;

And with news of consolation,
Chase away the falling tears:
Tender heralds--

Chase away the falling tears.

4 False professors, grov'ling wordlings Callous hearers of the word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford; We entreat you,

Take the warnings they afford. 5 Who hath our report believed? Who receiv'd the joyful word? Who embrac❜d the news of pardon, Offer'd to you by the Lord? Can you slight it

Offer'd to you by the Lord! O, ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay:

Rebel sinners,

Glad the message will obey.

1 ERE God had built the mountains,
Or rais'd the fruitful hills ;
Before he fill'd the fountains
That fed the murm'ring rills :
In me from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM;
Found pleasures never wasting,
And WISDOM is my name!

When like a tent to dwell in,
He stretch'd the skies abroad,