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Thee will we love, 'till the pure !ire-
a. Uphold us in the doubtful race,
Nor luster us again to stray;
Still to press forward in thy way:
§ CCCVIII. Praise to Gtd srom oil Creatures.
j. rT"AHE glories of our Maker God,
«. 'Twas His right-hand that shap'd our clay,
3. We bring our mortal pow'rs to God,
4- Let beasts ard fish of ev'ry shape,
5. Ye planets, to His honor shine,
6- The brightness of our Maker's name
CCCIX. Before Sermon. 8—$.
1. npHE good hand of God
8 Has brought us again
2. Kemeraber the ends , •
The motives that brought us
3. To worship the Lo Id
As well as to hear -,
The deeds we have done;
4. Sless'd spirit of Christ
And touch with compunction,
t CCCX. Looking upward,.
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
t. My warmer spirits move,
3. Beyond those chrystal vaults,
They're but the porches to Thy court*, And paintings of Thy walls.
4. Vain world, farewel to you!
I bid my friends a short adieu,
CCCXI. The Divine PerfeSiont,
J. His throne is built on high;
His glories shine
With beams so bright,
No mortal eye
Can bear the sight
1. The thunders of his hand
And where bis love
Resolves to bless,
His truth consirms
And seals the grace,
.3. Thro' all his ancient works
Strong is his arm,
CCCXII. Trust in God. 6—8.
,. T>HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
2. When in the fultry glebe I faint,
3. Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
W ith fudden greens and herbage crown d
§ CCCXIII. - An Hymn sor Sunday.
i- npHE LoR si of Sabbath let us praife
2. Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We blest and pious grow;
3 On this, glad day a brighter scene
'4.. He rises, who mankind has bought
t CCCXIV. AUFlejb is Grass, &c.
i- ' I VHE morning flow'rs difplay their & sweets.
And, gay, their filken leaves unsold;
a. Nip'd by the winds unlucky blast,
3. So blooms the human face divine,
4. Or worn by slowly rolling years,
5. Yet these, new-rifing from the tomb,
6. Let fickness blast, and death devour,
$ CCCXV. A Pross eB os Heaven mah Death easy.
1. ""TpHERE is a land of pure delight,
JL Where Saints immortal reign;
2. There everlasting spring afjides,
And never with'ring flow'rs:
[3. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
4. But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
5. O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts that rise; And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes!
6. CcuM 6. Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landskip o er; ^ Not Jordan s stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
CCCXVI. The Seasons os the Year.
!•' I VHE rolling year, almighty Lord!
I- Wak'd by thy voice, out steps the Spring
t,.\n Autumn, Lord, thy bounty shines,
5. When Winter rears her hoary head,
And shews her furrow'd brow, In storms and tempests, frosts and snows, Kow awesul, Lord, art thou!
6. The.rolling year, almighty Lord!
Obeys thy pow'rful nod; Each seafon, as it filent moves, Declares the present God.
S CCCXVII. The Martyr, glorised.
I."' I ^HESE glorious minds how bright J. they shine f
"Whence all their white array?
"How came they to the happy seat*
"Of everlasting day I" Z. From tort'ring pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode; And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesu's dying blood.
3. Now they approach a spotless God,
-And bow before his throne;
4. The unveil'd glories of"his face,
Amongst his faints refide;
5. Tormeming thirst shall leave their fouls,
And hunger flee as fast:
6. The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock.
Where living fountains tife;
And love divine shall wipe away
The forrows of their eyes.
§ CCCXVIII. • The Language as Nature.
THE spacious firmament on high,
2. Th' unweary'd fun, from day to day.
The work of an almighty hand.
3. Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous.tale; And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth.
4. Whilst Tall the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn,
. Consirm the tidings as they roll,
5. What tho' in solemn silence, all
6. In,reason,s'ear they ail rejoice,
"The hand thattaade us, is divine."
CCCXIX. Christ and the Lewtical Priesthood.
>. I ''HE true Meffiah now appears,
2. No smoaking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kid, nor bullock slain;
3. Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest;
4. He took our mortal flesh to shew
The wonders of His love; For us He paid his lise below, And prays sor us above.
5. " Father, He cries, sorgive their sins,
"For I myself have dy'd:"
CCCXX. For the Morning. ;. ' & ''HE veil of night is now withdrawn, JL And day falutes our eyes;
Fatigu'd and spent, we kid us down;
2. Sase-guarded by th' almighty arm,
Securely we have slept; Whilst He, who never sleeps, from harm Our senseless bodies kept
3. Our bufy thought, in languid dream,
Juit liv'd or dy'd in sleep;
4. But kindling day reviv'd the siame,
And rous'd our sleeping pow'rs; Recov'ring thought shook oss the dream, And marks the puffing hours.
5. Tir'd faculties awake repair'd;
Lost vigour lise regains:
6. Come then let's early Thanks repay
To Him who never sleeps:
7. Let's live to Him whose quick'ning Voice
A dying lise prolongs ;• As daily He renews our joys, Let us repeat our songs. X CCCXXI. Christ appearing to hit Church.
I. '"T^HE voice of my beloved sounds
O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief,
t. Now thro' the vale of slesh, I see
He shews the beauties of his face