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Thee will we love, 'till the pure !ire-
Fill our whole foul with chaste defire.

a. Uphold us in the doubtful race,

Nor luster us again to stray;
Strengthen our seet, with steady pace

Still to press forward in thy way:
Our foul and fl sh, 0 Lord of might,
Fill, fatiate with thy heav'nly light!

§ CCCVIII. Praise to Gtd srom oil Creatures.

j. rT"AHE glories of our Maker God,
X Our joyful tongues shall fing;
And call the nations to adore
Their Father and their King.

«. 'Twas His right-hand that shap'd our clay,
And wrought this wond'rous frame;
But from His own celestial breath
Our nobler spirits came-

3. We bring our mortal pow'rs to God,
And worship with our tongues:
W-e claim fome kindred with, the skies,
And join th' angelic fongs-

4- Let beasts ard fish of ev'ry shape,
And fowls of ev'ry wirg,
And rocks, and trees, and sires and seas,
Their various tribute bring!

5. Ye planets, to His honor shine,
And wheels of nature roll;
Praife Him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole!

6- The brightness of our Maker's name
The wide creation fills;
Ard His m: cimded grandeur sties
Beyond the heav'nly hills'.

CCCIX. Before Sermon. 8—$.

1. npHE good hand of God

8 Has brought us again
(A favor bestow'd
We hope not in vain)
To hear from our Saviour.'
The word of his grace t
Then be our behaviour
Becoming the place!

2. Kemeraber the ends , •
For which we are met;
Alas! my dear friends,
We're apt to forget:

The motives that brought us
The Lord only sees;
But is He has taught us,
Our ends should be these.

3. To worship the Lo Id
With praife and with pray'r;
To practife his word,

As well as to hear -,
To own with contrition t

The deeds we have done;
And take the remission
God gives in his Son.

4. Sless'd spirit of Christ
Descend on us thus;
Thy servant assist,
That He may teach us!
O send us thy unction,
To teach us all good;

And touch with compunction,
And sprinkle with blood i

t CCCX. Looking upward,.
1. HTHE heav'ns invite mine eye,
X The stars salute me round:


Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
Thusgrov'lingon the ground.

t. My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly ; • .
Jwish aloud sor wings of love
To raife me swift and high.

3. Beyond those chrystal vaults,
Acd all their sparkling balls;

They're but the porches to Thy court*, And paintings of Thy walls.

4. Vain world, farewel to you!
Heav'n is my native air:

I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.

CCCXI. The Divine PerfeSiont,
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j. *"T" HE Lord Jehovah reigns,

J. His throne is built on high;
The garments He assumes
Are light and majesty:

His glories shine

With beams so bright,

No mortal eye

Can bear the sight

1. The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard his holy law;

And where bis love

Resolves to bless,

His truth consirms

And seals the grace,

.3. Thro' all his ancient works
Surprizing wisdom shines,
Consounds the pow'rs of hell,
. And breaks their curs'd designs;

Strong is his arm,
And shall fulsil
His great decrees,
His sov'reign will.
4.. And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name,
Afy Father and my Friends
I love his name,
I love his word;
Join all my pow'rs,
And praife the Lo Id!

CCCXII. Trust in God. 6—8.

,. T>HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
JL And seed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants fupply.
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend.
And all my midnight hours desend.

2. When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Gr on the thirsty mountain pant,
To sertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps He leads,
Where peacesul rivers soft and slow
Amidst the verdant landskip stow.

3. Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Thro'devious lonely wilds I strays
Thy presence shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile;

W ith fudden greens and herbage crown d
And streams shall murmur all around.
A. Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
Ivly stedfast heart shall sear no ill,
For Thou, O Loud, art with me stilU,
Thy friendly crook shaH give me aio',
And guide me thro' the dilmal ihade.

§ CCCXIII. - An Hymn sor Sunday.

i- npHE LoR si of Sabbath let us praife
JL , In concert with the blest;
Wh6, joyful in harmonious lays
Employ an endless rest.

2. Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,

We blest and pious grow;
By hymns of praife we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this, glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was difplay'd,
By God, th'Eternal Word, than when
The universe was made.

'4.. He rises, who mankind has bought
With gries and pains extreme;
'Twas great to speak the world from nought,
Twas greater to redeem.,

t CCCXIV. AUFlejb is Grass, &c.

i- ' I VHE morning flow'rs difplay their & sweets.

And, gay, their filken leaves unsold;
As careless of the noon-tide heats,
Andsearless of the ev'ning cold.

a. Nip'd by the winds unlucky blast,
Parch'dby the fur's directer ray,
The momerua'ry glories waste,
The sliort-lv'd beuuu'es die away.

3. So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauties shews;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And;: the yirgin-rose.

4. Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by fickness in a day;
The sading glory difappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.

5. Yet these, new-rifing from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Reviv'd with ever-during bloom,
Sase from'difeases and decline.

6. Let fickness blast, and death devour,
If heav'n will recompence our pains;
Perish the grass and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.

$ CCCXV. A Pross eB os Heaven mah Death easy.

1. ""TpHERE is a land of pure delight,

JL Where Saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleafures banifh pain.

2. There everlasting spring afjides,

And never with'ring flow'rs:
Death like a narrow lea divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

[3. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
• Stand drest'in living green •
So to the Jt<ws old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4. But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger shiv'ring on the brink,
And sear to launch away.]

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!
X Obeys thy pow'rful nod:
Each seafon, as it filent moves,
Declares the present God.

I- Wak'd by thy voice, out steps the Spring
In living green newdrest;
On hills, in vales, thro' fields and groves
Thy beauties stand consest.
3. The fun calls forth the Summer months,
Nor do the hours delay;
The fruits with varied colours glow
Beneath his ripening ray.

t,.\n Autumn, Lord, thy bounty shines,
And spreads a common seast;
He that regards his fav'rite man,
Will not neglect the beast.

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;
Their warbling harps and facred fongs
Adore the holy one.

4. The unveil'd glories of"his face,

Amongst his faints refide;
While the rich treafure of his grace
Sees all their wants fupply'd.

5. Tormeming thirst shall leave their fouls,

And hunger flee as fast:
The fruit of lise's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.

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,
With all the blue etherial sky, /
And spnngled heav'ns, a shining frame!
Their great original proclaim:

2. Th' unweary'd fun, from day to day.
Does his Cr E A T O R's pow'r difplay;
And publishes to ev'ry land,

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,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5. What tho' in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What tho' nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be' sound?

6. In,reason,s'ear they ail rejoice,
And utter sorth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,

"The hand thattaade us, is divine."

CCCXIX. Christ and the Lewtical Priesthood.

>. I ''HE true Meffiah now appears,
A The types are all withdrawn;
So fly the shadows and the stars
Besore the rising dawn.

2. No smoaking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,

Nor kid, nor bullock slain;
Incense and spice, of costly names,
Would all be burnt in vain.

3. Aaron must lay his robes away,

His mitre and his vest;
When God himself comes down to be
The OsPring and the Priest.

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:"
And then He shews his oper.'d veins,
And pleads his wounded side.

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;
Resresh'd and hail we rise.

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;
Whilst ev'ry sense, and ev'ry limb
Lay bound in slumbers deep-

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:
Thus we're sor daily work prepar'd,
And thus sorget our pains.

6. Come then let's early Thanks repay

To Him who never sleeps:
He shades the night He gilds the day;
Our sleeping dust he keeps.

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
1 Over the rocks and rising gFounds;

O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief,
He leaps, He slics to my relies.

t. Now thro' the vale of slesh, I see
With eyes of love He looks at me;
Now, in the Gospel's clearest glass,

He shews the beauties of his face

3. Gently

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