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The Musician's.

HOU God of harmony and love,

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Whose name tranfports the faints above,

And lulls the ravish'd spheres, On thee in feeble strains I call, And mix my humble voice with all

Thy heav'nly chorifters.

2. If ought I know the tuneful art,
To captivate an human heart,

The glory, Lord, be thine:
A fervant of thy bleffed will,
I here devote my utmoft skill,
To found the praise divine.
With Tubal's wretched fons no more
I prostitute my facred pow'r,

To please the fiends beneath;
Or modulate the wanton lay,
Or smooth with mufic's hand the way
To everlafting death.

4. Suffice for this the season past:
I come, great God, to learn at laft

The leffons of thy grace;
Teach me the new, the Gofpel-fong,
And let my head, my heart, my tongue
Move only to thy praise.

5. Thine own musician, Lord, infpire,
O may I, fill'd with facred fire,

Repeat the Pfalmift's part!
His fon and thine reveal in me,
And fill with facred Melody
The fibres of my heart.

6. So fhall I charm the lift'ning throng,
And draw the living ftones along,
By JESU's tuneful name:
The living ftones fhall dance, fhall rife,
And form a city in the skies,

The new Jerufalem.

7. O might I with thy faints afpire,
The meaneft of that dazzling choir,
Who chant thy praise above,
Mixt with the bright musician band,
May I in holy raptures ftand,

And fing the fong of love!

8. What extafy of blifs is there!
While all th' angelic concert fhare,
And drink the floating joys!
What more than extafy, when all
Struck to the golden pavement fall
At JESU's glorious voice.

9. O might I die, that awe to prove !
That proftrate awe which dares not move
Before the great Three One;

To fhout by turns the burfting joy,
And all eternity employ

In fongs around thy throne.

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'N this fecond Edition of the Hymns, feveral new ones are introduced, which favor the different Measures ufed in religious Compofitions; the former being for the most Part of the plainer Kind: And many excellent ones are added from Collections, which did not appear thirty Years ago; as more might, were it not to avoid, with the increased Bulk and Expence, too many on the fame Subjects, or in Measures very rarely ufed. For the fame Reasons the Reader is referred for Pfalms to the Book of Efalms.

RELIGIOUS Mufic has been so much improved, it has been thought proper to lay together fome select Tunes in a feparate Book; but the Reader may please to obferve, that the Jike Diftinction is here ufed as in the former Book to make the Hymns correfpond with the Tunes.

IN regard to Meafure, the fhort, common

and long are diftinguishable, on fight of the Stanzas. The four fevens (i. e. four Lines of feven Syllables each) are distinguishable from the four eights, by the Mark (4-7) annexed to the Title of the Hymn; and all the lefs ufual Measures by the like Figures fet there; only a few Hymns with more musical Tunes have the Names of the Tunes annexed.

IN regard to the quality of the Hymns and Tunes, the lofty are marked thus §, the lively thus, the foft or affecting thus, the grave or plaintive thus t, and a few of a very mournful Caft thus ¶; whilft those unmarked are of a middling Nature, e. i. not diftinguishable for gravity, softness, sprightliness, or fublimity, but may be very well adapted to Pulpit Difcourfes, Family Service, or private Ufe.

HYMNS

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SACRED POEM

§ I. Divine Wrath and Mercy.

DORE and tremble, for our GoD I.

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His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.
2. Almighty vengeance, how it burns!
How bright his Fury glows!

Vaft magazines of plagues and ftorms
Lie treafur'd for his foes.

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3. Thofe heaps of wrath by flow degrees
Are forc'd into a flame
But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze!
And rend all nature's frame.

4. At His approach the mountains flee,
And feek a wat❜ry grave;
The frighted fea makes hafte away,
And Thrinks up ev'ry wave.

5. Through the wide air the weighty rocks
Are fwift as hail-ftones hurl'd:
Who dares engage His fiery rage,

That fhakes the folid World?

6. Yet, mighty GoD, thy fov'reign grace Sits regent on the throne; The refuge of thy chofen race

When wrath comes rufhing down.
7. Thy hand fhall on rebellious kings
Á fiery tempeft pour ;

While we, beneath Thy fhelt'ring wings,
Thy just revenge adore.

II. For the Lord's Day.

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GAIN the LORD of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;

Unfeals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2. O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a fun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3. This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud Hofannahs fung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue!
Ten thousand diff'ring lips fhall join
To hail this welcome morn ;
Which scatters bleffings from its wings,

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To nations yet unborn.

+ IN. Defiring a Sight of Christ crucified. 6-8ths.

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Thy crofs, and hear thy cries! Sinner, thy SAVIOUR weeps for thee, For thee he weeps and dies!

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IV. The Chriftian will ferve the Lord.
H wretched fouls, who ftrive in vain,
Slaves to the world, and flaves to fin!
A nobler toil may we fuftain,

A nobler fatisfaction win!

2. May we refolve with all our heart, With all our pow'rs, to ferve the LORD! Nor from his precepts e'er depart,

Whofe fervice is a rich reward.

3. O be his fervice all our joy!

Around let our example,
e fhine!

Till others love the blefs'd employ,
And join in labors fo divine.

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Nor, wand'ring, leave His facred ways! Great GoD, accept our foul's defire, And give us ftrength to live thy praise !

+ VI. Human Frailty bewailed.

LAS! how faulty is the beft?
How weak the ftrongest are?
Who has the wisdom ev'ry hour
To fhun the fecret fnare?

1. Dangers, in diftant profpect feen,
How fmall do they appear?
Champions we feem, but cowards prove
Soon as the danger's near.

3. Thus Peter in the trying hour
His boafted courage loft;

And knew, vain man, alas! too late
His weaknefs to his coft.

4. Mark well, my foul, the dang'rous path
Where e'er the faints have fell:
Fly from the downward read, and know
Its fteps take hold of hell.

5. In the ftrait path that leads to life
Proceed with all thy care;
Smooth as the broad way now may feem,
There's nought but dangers there..
6. When dangers threaten, O my GOD!
Preferve my foul from harm;

No foe can hurt whilft I'm fecur'd
By an almighty arm.

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