II. Lo, GOD is here! Him Day and Night Heav'n's Hofts their nobleft Praises bring: Gladly the Toys of Earth we leave, Wealth, Pleasure, Fame, for Thee alone: IV. Being of Beings, may our Praife Thy Courts with grateful Fragrance fill, V. In thee we move. All Things of thee As Flow'rs their op'ning Leaves display, Thou purging Fire, thou quick'ning Flame ! ACTS ii. 41, &r, I. HE Word pronounc'd, the Gofpel-word, TH The Croud with various Hearts receiv'd In many a Soul the Saviour stirr'd, II. Thefe by th' Apoftle's Counfels led, Fed. GOD from above, with ready Grace, By JESUS crush'd, their Conqu'ring Rock. IV. The happy Band whom CHRIST redeems, V. The Men of worldly Wealth poffeft, Sell, and divide it to the reft, And buy the bleffednefs of Love. VI. Thus in the Prefence of their GoD, JESUS their Life, and Heav'n their Care, With fingle Heart they took their Food Heighten'd by Eucharift and Pray'r GOD VII. GOD in their ev'ry Work was praised: GRATITUDE for our CONVERSION. I. HEE will I love, my 'Strength, my Tow'r, Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown, Thee will I love with all my Pow'r, In all my Works, and thee alone! Thee will I love till the pure Fire Fill my whole Soul with chalte Desire. Ah! why did I fo late thee know, In Darkness willingly I ftray'd, I fought Thee, yet from Thee Troy": And now, if more at length I fee, 'Tis thro' thy Light, and comes from Thee. IV. I thank Thee, Uncreated Sun, That thy bright Beams on me have shin'd: I thank I thank Thee, who haft overthrown My Foes, and heal'd my wounded Mind: I thank Thee, whofe enliy'ning Voice · Bids my free Heart in Thee rejoice. V. Uphold me in the doubtful Race, VI. Give to my Eyes refreshing Tears, The Love that all Heav'n's Hoft infpires: "That all my Pow'rs with all their Might "In thy fole Glory may unite. VII. Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown! Boldness in the Gofpel. I. 'HALL I, for fear of feeble Man, Thy Spirit's Course in me reftrain ? Aw'd II. Aw'd by a Mortal's Frown, fhall I III. Shall I, to footh th' unholy Throng, IV. What then is he, whofe Scorn I dread? V. Yea, let Man rage! fince Thou wilt spread Will ftill my fweet Refreshment prove. VI. Saviour of Men! thy fearching Eye Does all my inmoft Thoughts defcry: Doth ought on Earth my Wishes raise ; Or the World's Favour, or its Praise ? VII. The Love of CHRIST does me constrain To feek the wand'ring Souls of Men: With Cries, Intreaties, Tears, to fave, To fna.ch them from the gaping Grave. |