2. His quiv'ring lip hangs feebly down, 3; But, O the foul that never dies! At once it leaves the clay : 5. And must my body faint and die? 6. JESUS, to Thy dear faithful hand My naked foul I trust ; And my flesh waits for Thy command, To drop into my duft. CCCIII The Saviour Speaking Peace. •SWEE WEET as the fhepherds tuneful reed," From Sion's mount I heard the found; Gay fprang the flow'rets of the mead, And gladen'd nature fmil'd around: The voice of peace falutes mine ear, CHRIST's lovely voice perfumes the air. 2. Peace troubl'd foul, whofe plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the note of woe; Ceafe thy complaint, fupprefs thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow Behold the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound. 3. Come, freely come, by fin opprefs'd, Unburthen here the weighty load; Here find thy refuge and thy reft, Safe on the bofom of thy GoD: [word! Thy GOD's thy SAVIOUR, glorious That sheaths th' avenger's glitt'ring fword, 4. As fpring the winter, day the night, Peace forrow's gloom fhall chace away; And fmiling joy, a feraph bright, Shall tend thy fteps, and near thee stay; Whilft glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own. 1. S CCCIV. Chrift crucified. 75. WEET the moments, rich the bleffing, 2. Here I'll fit for ever viewing 4. 5. Love I much! I've much forgiv'en, I'm a miracle of grace. Life deriving from his death, 6. May I ftill enjoy this feeling, In all need to JESUS go; Prove his wounds each day more healing, CCCV. The everlasting Abfence of God in CCCVI. Frail Life, and succeeding Eternity. 1. THA tolerable. HAT aweful day will furely come, Th' appointed hour makes halte, When I muft ftand before my Judge, And pafs the folemn test. 2. Thou lovely chief of all my joys! Would fo torment my ear; "Twould tear my foul afunder, LORD, With most tormenting fear.] [4. What, to be banish'd from my life, 5. O wretched state of deep defpair, 6. Jesus, I throw my arms around, 1. "T HEE we adore, eternal name, And humbly own to Thee, How feeble is our mortal frame! What dying worms are we! [2. Our wafting lives grow fhorter still, As months and days increase; And ev'ry beating pulfe we tell, Leaves but the number lefs. 3. The rolls round, and steals away year The breath that first it gave; 4. Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground To hurry mortals home. 5. Good GoD! on what a flender thread 6 Infinite joy or endless woe 7. Waken, O LORD, our drowfy Senfe Thee will we love, 'till the pure fire Fill our whole foul with chafte defire. 2. Uphold us in the doubtful race, Nor fuffer us again to ftray; Strengthen our feet, with fteady pace Still to prefs forward in thy way: Our foul and fl fh, O LORD of might, Fill, fatiate with thy heav'nly light! $ CCCVIII. Praife to God from all Crea tures. HE glories of our Maker God, TH Our joyful tongues fhall fing; And call the nations to adore Their Father and their King. . 'Twas His right-hand that fhap'd our clay, 3. We bring our mortal pow'rs to GOD, 4. Let beafts and fish of ev'ry fhape, And rocks, and trees, and fires and feas, 5. Ye planets, to His honor fhine, And wheels of nature roll; 6. The brightnefs of our MAKER's name CCCIX. Before Sermon. 8-5. (A favor bestow'd To hear from our SAVIOUR 2. Remember the ends The motives that brought us 1 CCCX. Looking upward. HE heav'ns invite mine eye, T' Father, CCCXI. The Divine Perfections. 8. 4-6s. and 4-4s. or 2 — 1. His throne is built on high; HE LORD JEHOVAH reigns, The garments He affumes With beams fo bright, 2. The thunders of his hand And feals the grace. Strong is his arm, 4. And can this mighty King Of glory condescend? 1. 2. 3. And will he write his name, I love his word; CCCXII. Truft in God. 6-8. THE HE LORD my pafture fhall prepare, And feed me with a fhepherd's care; His prefence fhall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks He fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the fultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wand'ring fteps He leads, Where peaceful rivers foft and flow Amidft the verdant landfkip flow. Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Thro' devious lonely wilds I ftray; Thy prefence fhall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness fhall fmile With fudden greens and herbage crown'd And ftreams fhall murmur all around. Tho' in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My ftedfaft heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O LORD, art with me ftil!: ; Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid, And guide me thro' the difmal fhade. SCCCXIII. An Hymn for Sunday. TH HE LORD of Sabbath let us praise 2. Thus, LORD, while we remember thee, 3. On this glad day a brighter fcene By GoD, th' Eternal Word, than when The univerfe was made. 4. He rifes, who mankind has bought With grief and pains extreme; 'Twas great to speak the world from nought, "Twas greater to redeem. 1. TH HERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night, 2. There everlasting fpring abides, So to the Jews old Canaan ftood, 4. But tim'rous mortals ftart and fhrink, To cross this narrow fea; And linger fhiv'ring on the brink, 5. O could we make our doubts remove 6. Could |