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t CCCXXXVII. For a Funeral.

I- 't 'IS Thy appointment, OmyGod!
J I own the sentence just;
That sinsul man resign his breath,
And rum again to dust.
2. And after death the judgment'comes:
Gur spirits haste away,
To pains that never will be past,
Or joys that ne'er decay.

3- Such is the change that death doth make;
Awesul the scene indeed!
We die but once ; the stroke of death
Eternal things fucceed. *

4. Help me to look beyond the grave;

The one thing needful mind^
So act my part, that at the last,
I lise in death may sind (

5. Lord, by Thy grace, sit me to die;

Then come the joyful day s
Attend ye angels from above,
And bear my soul away!

§ CCCXXX VIII. Praise to God our Redeemer.

Litchsield.

i. T*P GOD, the onlv wise,

1 Our SAVIOUR and our KING,

Let all the seints below the sliLes
Their humble praifes bring.

2. 'Tis His almighty Love
His counsel and his care,

Preserve us (use from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3. He will present his faints,
UnblemilVi'd and complete,

Besore the glory of his sace
With joys divinely great.

4. Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne;

Shall bless the conduct of His grace*
And make His wonders known.

5. To om Redeeming GOD,
Wisdom and pow'r belong .

Immortal crowns of majesty
And everlasting song.

X CCCXXXIX. Breathing after Ika-verlj
Things.

, i. r~T"v O thee, our God, we hourly sigh,
X But not sor golden floret;
Nor covet we the brightest gems,
On the rich eastern shores.

2. Nor that deluding empty joy,
Men call a mighty name -,

Nor greatness in its gayest sorms,
Oui restless thoughts enflame.

3. Nor pleasure's sost enticing charms
Our sond desires allure;

Far greater things than earth can yield
Our wifhes would secure.

4. Those blifsful, those transporting smiles, That brighten heav'n above; .

The boundless riches of Thy grace,
And treafures of Thy love.

5. These are the mighty things we crave; (Each fay the blessing's mine !)

And all the glories of the world
We gladly would resign.

I CCCXL. God's. Presence the good Mas'
Corns at.

i. ' I ) O Thee, my God, my days are Jl known;

My soul enjoys the thought;

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My actions all besore Thy face,
Nor are my wagts forgot.

2. Each secret breath devotion vents.

Is vocal to Thine ear;
And all my walks of daily lise
Besore Thinceye appear.

3. The vacant hour, the active fcene

Thy mercy shall approve; And ev'ry pang of sympathy •' And ev'ry care of love.

4. Each golden houses beaming light

Is gilded by Thy rays;
, And dark affliction's midnight gloom
A present God furveys.

5- Fufl in Thy view thro' lise I pass,
And in Thy view I die;
And when each mortal bond is broke,
Shall find my God is nigh.

6. Stripp'd of its little earthly all,
My foul in smiles shall go;
And in a heav'nly heritage
Its Father's bounty know*

CCCXLI. The Sinner warned os Death.

t- TTAIN man, thy fond purfuits forbear
V Repent: Thy end is nigh!
Death at the farthest can't be far:
Oh f think besore thou die I

i. Reslect, thou hast a foul to fave:
Thy fins how high they mount |
What are thy hopes beyond the grave }
How stands that dark account I

3- Death enters, and there's no desence;
His time there's none can tell;
He'll in a moment call thee hence
To heaven or to hell,

4. Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiesest care,

Shall crawling worms confume:
But ah! destruction stops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

5. To-day, the gospel calls tojday:

Sinners, it speaks to you:
Let ev'ry one forfake his way,
And mercy will enfue;

6. Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood.

How vile fo e'er he be;
Abundant pardon, peace with Goo
All giv'n entirely free.

CCCXLII. Gopd Works, {a)

1. TTAIN man, to boast forbear

Y The knowledge in thy head;
The facred scriptures thus declare,
Faith without works is dead.

2. When Christ, thejudge, shall come To render each his due;

He'll deal thy deeds their righteous doom, And set thy works in view.

3. Food to the hungry give,
Give to the thirsty drink:

To follow Christ is to believe,
Dead faith is but to think.

4. The man that loves the Lord,
Will mind whate'er he bid;

Will pay regard to all his word,
And do zi Jesus did.

5. The dead protestor counts
Good works as legal ties;

His faith to action seldom mounts,

On doctrine he relies. S. Hut

{a) Mr. J. Han's hymns, p. 300. >

6. But words engender strise;
Behold the gotpel plan:
Trust in the Lord alone sor lise;
And do what good you can.

% CCCXLI1I. Aspiring towards Heaven.

g. X TAIN world be gone, nor vex our V heart,

Wills thy deluding wiles; Hence, empty promisor, depart, With all thy soothing smiles.

2. Superior blifs invites our eyes,

Delight unmix'd with woe; Now let our nobler thoughts arife, To joys unknown below!

3. Yon starry plains, how bright they shine,

With radiant specks of light;
Fair pavement of the courts divine,
That sparkles oh the sight t ~

4. 'Tis distance lessens ev'ry ft^r;

Could we behold them nigh,
Bright worlds of wonder would appear,
To our astonish'd eye

5. Thus heav'nly joys attract our eyes,

Our heart the lustre warms;
But could we reach those upper skies,
How insinite their charms!

6. Come, heav'n-born faith, and aid our flight,

And guide our rising thought;
'Till death, still less'ning to our sight,
Shall vat; isli quite sorgot.

X CCCXl.-IV. A Sight of God mortifies us to

the World. [i.TTP to the fields where angels life VJ And living voters gently roll,

Fain would my thoughts leap out and Ms,

But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2.Thy wond'rousblood, dear dyingCHRIst,

Can make this load of guilt remove;

A".dThoucan'st bear me where Thou fly'ft.

On thy kind wings, celestial dove.] [;. O might I once mount up and see

The glories of th' eternal skies;

W hat little things these worlds would be,

How despicable to my eyes.]

4. Had I a glance of Thee, my Gon,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon |
Vanish as tho' I law 'em not,
As a dim candle dies at noon .

5. Then they might tight, and rage, and rate,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leas,
While ratt'ling thunder round us roar.

6. Great All in All, eternal Kino,
Let me but view Thy lovely face;
And all my pow'rs shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur, and thy Grace.

§ CCCXLV. Gad's Condescenfion rt human
Affair).

•.T TP to the I,o Rb that reigns on high,
\J And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praifes 3y,
And tell how large his bounties are.

[2. He that can shake the worlds he mad«,
Or with his word, or with his rod;
His goodness how amazing great!
And what a condescending God !]

[3. God. that must stoop to -ciew the lki«>
And bow to see what angels do,

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Down to our earth he casts his eyes;
And bends his footsteps downward too.J

4. He over rules all mortal things, t And manages our mean asfairs;

On humble fouls the king of kings
Bestows His counsels and His cares.

5. Our forrows and our tears we pour
Into the bofom of our Go D;

He hears us in the mournsul hour.
And helps to bear the heavy load.

6 In vain might lofty piircces try
Such condescention to perform';
For worms were never rais'd fo high
Above their meanest sellow-worm.

7.0 could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to Thy grace!
To the third heav'n our fongs should rise,
And teach the golden harps Thy praife.

CCCXLVI. Humility.

l.TTTA S pride, alas, e'er made for man,
VV Blind, erring, guilty creature .he;
His birth fo mean, his life a span,
His wisdom less than vanity?

t- Tho' wealth and povv'r with dazzling ray,
And pageant state this nothing dress;
On the fair idol shall we gaze,
And envy that as hnppiness?

J. Je 5 u s, by thy instruction targht,

Our foolish passions are repreis'd t

We blush at our mifguided thought

,And soe and call the humble biess'd.

4-To know ourselves, to learn of Thee
And bend our necks beneath Thy throne;
Thus dictates wise humility,
This makes the wealth of heav'n our own.

X CCCXLVH. Tht Church a Gttritn.

1. '\T TE are a garden wall'd around,

VV Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot inclos'd by grace Out of the world's wide wilderness.

2. Like trees of myrrh and spice, we stand Planted by Gon the Fathkr's hand; And all his Springs in Sion flow,

To make the young plantation grow.

3. Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend tnd breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath!

4. Make our best spices flow abroad
To entertain our Saviour God:
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here!

[5- Let my beloved come, and taste
His pleafant fruits at his own seast I
"I come, my spouse, I come," he cries,
With love and pleafure in bis eyes.

6- Our Lord into his garden comes,
Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes;
And calls us to a seast divine,
Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine.

7. " Eat of the tree of lise, my friends,

"The blessings that my F A T H E R sends;
"Your taste shall all my dainties prove, ,
"And drink abundance of my love.

8. Jesus, we will frequent thy board.
And fing the bounties of our Lord:
But the rich food on which we live
Demand mate praiifc than tongues caa give. J

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CCCXLVIII. The Lords Day; or Delight

in Ordinances. 2. TT7ELCOME sweet day of rest VV That faw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!

2. The King himself comes neari ., And teasts his faints to day;

Here we may fit, and see Him here,
And love, and praife, and pray.

3. One day amidst the place,
Where my dear God hath been,

Is sweeter, than ten thoufand days

Of pleafurable fin.
4.. My willing foul would stay

In fuch a frame as this;
And fit and fing herself away

To everlasting bliss.

CCCXLIX. Flejh and Spirit.

1. T T 7HAT disPrent pow'rs of grace and

VV Attend our mortal state? [fin

I hate the thoughts ihat work within,
And do the works I hate.

2. Now I complain, and groan,'and die,

While fin and fatan reign:
Now raife my fongs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

3. So darkness struggles with the light

'Till persect day arife;
Water and fire maintain the sight
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,
And vex and break my peace;
But. I1I1 all quit this mortal lise,
And fin for ever cease.

t CCCL. A Preparatory Thought sor the

Lord's-Supper.

1 • "\ X/HATheav'nly Man, or lovely God,
VV Comes marching downward from
the skies,
Array'd in garments.roll'd in Blood,
, With joy and pity in his eyes?

2. The Lord ! the Sa v 1 0 r R! yes 'tis He,
I know Him byvthe smiles He wears i
Dear glorious Man that dy'd 'for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears I

3. Lo, He reveals his shining breast;
I own those wounds, and I adore!
Lo, He prepares a royal seast,

Sweet .fruit of the sharp pangs He bore!

4. Whence flow these favors fo divine?
Lord ! why fo lavifh of Thy blood?
Why for fuch earthly fouls as mine,
This heav'nly slelh, this facred food?

5". 'Twas His own love that made Him bleed,
That nail'd Him to the cursed tree;
'Twas His own love this table spread
For fuch unworthy worms as we.

6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love, Come faith, and seed upon the Lord! With glad consent our lips shall move And sweet Hojannas crown the board.

$ CCCLI. The Triumph os Christ over the Enemies os his Cbrtrch.

PARTI.

I- TT7HAT mighty man, or mighty Go»
VV Comes travelling in state,
Along the hiumean road
Away from Bozrah's gate?

a. The

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