o He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hasty years.
e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gatner'd in ;
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast-
To shake it all to dust again!

g 5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes;
There's a new heaven and earth for you.

HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*]
The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances.
WELCOME-sweet day of rest-
That saw the Lord arise!

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

-2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
e Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

b 3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,—

o And sit, and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

HYMN 15. L. M.

Sicilian.

Gloucester. [*]

Enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in Worship. 1AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire :

Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. -3 (The trees of life immortal stand, In beauteous rows, at thy right hand; b And, in sweet murmurs, by their side, Rivers of briss perpetual giide

o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling faceAnd spread the table of thy grace; Bring down a taste of truth divine,

And cheer my heart with sacred wine.)
b 5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
-Never did angels taste above-

Redeeming grace and dying love.
o 6 Hail, great Emmanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
-Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*] Part the Second.

0 1 ORD, what a heaven of saving grace, shines through the beauties of thy faceAnd lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name! e 2 When I can say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine,o I tread the world beneath my feet, And all the earth calls good or great. b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs ; -Here we could sit, and gaze away A long, an everlasting day.

o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coast of perfect light; -Then shall our joyful senses rove

O'er the dear Object of our love.

o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees! -Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow

A drop of heaven on worms below.

6 Send comforts down from thy right band, While we pass through this barren land; And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love-a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] God's Eternity.

0 1

1RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,

And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound,

To praise th' eternal God.

g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne;

Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
Jehovah liv'd alone.

-3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime;

e Eternity's his dwelling place, And ever is his time.

o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past

a He fills his own immortal NOW, And sees our ages waste.

-5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come;

p The creatures-look, how old they grow,And wait their fiery doom!

o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies;
g My God shall live an endless day,
When old creation dies.

HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
The Ministry of Angels.
1 [IGH on a hill of dazzling light,

H The King of glory spreads his seat,

And troops of angels, stretch'd for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.
2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go,
Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb;
Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,
Sing, and proclaim, the Saviour's come!
3 Here, a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands;
Anon a heavenly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.
4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wand'ring church below;
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convcy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come;

With cheerful haste, obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.]

HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading. [t
Our frail Bodies, and God our Preserver
1 ET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death, nor danger fear;

e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.

o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay;

e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away.

e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies, if one be gone;

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

-4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,-
The God who built us first;

o Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That rear'd us from the dust.

d 5 [He spoke and straight our hearts and bruins In all their motions rose;

Lec blood, said he, flow round the vein.!
And round the veins it flows.

6 While we have breath to use our tongue
Our Maker we'll adore ;

His spirit moves our heaving lungs,

Or they would breathe no more.]

HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. [b]
Backslidings and Returns.

o 1 WHY is my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight?

Why are my thoughts no more, by day,
With thee, no more by night?

2 [Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be,

As I have tasted in thy love,

As I have found in thee?]

-3 When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,

My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish, all my days.

e 4 But, ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flatt'ring world employs
Some sensual bait, to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

5 Trifles of nature, or of art,
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thrust me from thy arms.
e 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul,
That I should leave thee so:

Where will these wild affections roll,
That let a Saviour go?

7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain,
And I am drown'd in grief;

-But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief:

o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,
He draws with loving bands,-

e Divine compassion in his eyes, And pardon in his hands.]

p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, In chase of false delight!

-Let me be fasten'd to thy cross,

Rather than lose thy sight.

10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.

HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden.

[*]

A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer.
ET the old heathens tune their song

1L of great Diana and of Jove;

But the sweet theme that moves my tongue,
Is my Redeemer and his love.

e 2 Behold a God descends and dies,
To save my soul from gaping hell:
How the black gulf where Satan lies,
Yawn'd to receive me when I fell!

e 3 How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood,
To drive me down to endless pain!
But the great Son propos'd his blood,
And heavenly wrath grew mild again.