And in sweet murmurs by their fide,
Rivers of blifs perpetual glide.
Hafte then, but with a failing face,
And fpread the table of Thy grace:
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And chear my heart with facred wine.]
5. Bleft JESUS, what delicious fare!
How fweet Thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
6. Hail great Immanuel, all divine,
In Thee thy FATHER'S glories fhine!
Thou brighteft, fweeteft, faireft one,
That eyes have feen, or angels known.
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7. LORD, what a heav'n of faving grace
Shines thro' the beauties of Thy face,
And lights our paffions to a flame !
LORD, how we love Thy charming name!
8. When I can fay, my GoD is mine,
When I can feel Thy glories fhine;
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.
While fuch a scene of facred joys
Our raptur'd eyes and fouls employs;
Here we would fit, and gaze away,

9.

A long, an everlasting day.

10. Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coafts of perfect light ;Then fhall our joyful fenfes rove O'er the dear object of our love. [11. There fhall we drink full draughts of blifs,

And pluck new life from heav'nly trees! Yet now and then, dear LORD, bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below!

12. Send

12. Send comforts down from Thy right-hand, While we pass thro' this barren land; And in Thy temple let us fee

1.

A glimpfe of love, a plimpfe of Thee!

↑ LXXIX. The promifed Land.

FAR from thefe narrow scenes of night

Unbounded glories rife,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair diftant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore;
How would our fpirits long to rife,

And dwell on earth no more!

3. There pain and fickness never come, And grief no more complains; Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleafure reigns!

4 No cloud those blissful regions know; For ever bright and fair!

For fin, the fource of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

5. There no alternate night is known,
Nor fun's faint fickly ray;
But glory from the facred throne
Spreads everlafting day.

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6. O may the heav'nly profpect fire Our hearts with ardent love 'Till wings of faith and ftrong defire Bear ev'ry thought, above.

FA

§ LXXX. Secret Devotion. ATHER divine thy piercing eye Looks thro' the shades of night; In deep retirement Thou art nigh With heart-difcerning fight.

2. There fhall that piercing eye furvey Our humble worship paid,

2. What did thy only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to fecure

My foul from endless death!

3. O JESU, could I this believe,
now should feel thy pow'r ;

Now my poor foul Thou would'it retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.

4. Author of faith, to Thee I lift
My weary longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift!
My foul without it dies.

5. Give a poor finner to rejoice
To feel his foul in peace;
Olet him hear thy quick'ning voice,
And tafte Thy pard'ning grace!

+ LXXIV. Defiring pardoning Grace.

1. FATHER of men who can complain
Under thy mild and equal reign?
Who does a weight of duty share
More than his aids and pow rs can bear?
2. With diff'ring climes and diff'ring lands,
With fruitful plains and barren fands,
Thy hand hath form'd this earthly round,
And fet each nation in its bound.
3. With like variety thy ray

Here fheds a full, there fainter day;
While all are in their measure fhew'd
The
way to happiness and GOD.

4.O the unbounding grace which brought
To us the words by Jesus taught!
So bleft and with fuch hopes infpir'd,
How much is giv'n, how much requir'd.
I LXXXVI. Devotion will love to Souls.
C. M. double.

ATHER our hearts we lift
Up to thy gracious throne;
And blefs Thee for the precious gift
Of thine incarnate fon :

2.

I.

The gift unfpeakable

We thankfully receive;

And to the world thy goodness tell,
And to thy glory live.

O might they all receive
The new-born prince of peace;
And meekly in His fpirit live,
And in His love increase
'Till He convey us home,
Cry ev'ry foul aloud,

Come, Thou defire of nations, come, And take us all to GOD! SLXXXVII. Univerfal Praife. 2. L. M. Denbigh.

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ROM all that dwell below the skies Let the CREATOR's praise arife! Let the REDEEMER's name be fung, Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue!

2. Eternal are thy mercies LORD,
Eternal truths attend thy word;

Thy praife fhall found from shore to shore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.

§ LXXXVIII. The Lamb flain and honoured. ROM heav'n the loud || th' angelic fong began,

I.

FROM

[man: It fhook the earth and reach'd aftonish'd By man re-echo'd, quickly mounts again; Whilft richest fragrance fills the blissful plain.

2. Worthy the LAMB of boundless fway; In earth or heav'n the LORD of all;

Ye princes, rulers, pow'rs obey,

And low before his footsteps fall!

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3.

4.

The deed was done; the LAMB was flain;
The groaning earth the burthen bore :
He rofe, He lives: He lives to reign,
Nor time shall shake his endless pow'r

Riches and all that decks the great,
From worlds unnumber'd hither bring;
The tribute pour before his feet,
And hail the triumphs of our KING.
5. Wisdom and ftrength are his alone,

He rais'd the top-ftone, fhouting grace;
Honor has built his lofty throne,
And glory fhines upon his face.

6. From heav'n from earth loud burfts of
The mighty bleffings fhall proclaim; [praise
Bleffings that earth to glory raife,
The purchase of the wounded LAMB. "
7. Higher, ftill higher, fwell the ftrain;
Creation's voice the note prolong:
The LAMB fhall ever ever reign
Let Hallelujahs crown the fong.

I.

Hallelujah.

§ LXXXIX. The beatific Sight of Chrift.

FROM Thee, my GoD, my joys shall

rife,

And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

2. The holy triumphs of my foul
Shall death itfelf outbrave;
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

3. There where my bleffed Jesus reigns. In heav'n's unmeasur'd space;