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9-Rise. Lord, in glory from above,
With beaming majesty and love;
Bend stubborn men to thy dread law,.
And sill their thoughtless hearts with awe!

XCVII. God's Providence mysterious.

i . ^"^OD moves in a mysterious way
VJ His wonders to persorm;
He plants his sootsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
l. In deep unsathomable mines
Of never-failing skill, .
He treafures up his great designs,
And works his sov'reign will,
j. Ye searsul faints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and will break
With blessings on your head.

4- Judge not the Lo R D by seeble sense,

But trust Him sor his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5- His purposes will ripen fast,

Unsolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

6. Blind unbelies is fure, to err,
And sear his vork is vain;
Goo is his own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

XCVIII. The old and new Creation. 6-8s.

i./^OD spake the word, "Let light apVJ pear;" And light came glitt'ring thro' the air:

Creation then in order rose,
And man adorn'd the glorious close.
Th' angelic host God s praifes fang;
With shouts the wide Empyrean rang.

i. God speaks the v/ord; obedient, light
Beams on our fallen nature's sight;
And man, by grace thro' Christ, restor'd,
Lives by the fame commanding word.
Behold the new creation rise;
It mounts and challenges the skies!

3. Speak, speak again, O potent voice!
That all thy children may rejoice!
The earth and heav'n create-anew,
And there let us thy person view;
With Thee in bliss sor ever dwell,
And of Thy great Redemption tell \

XCIX. Divine CorreBion.

i. (~> OLD in. the furnace tried
VJ Ne'er loses ought but dross;
The christian too is purisied,
And better'd by the cross.

2. Asflictions make us see,

.What else would'scape our sight,
How very soul and dim are we.
And God how pure and bright.

3. The punish'd child repents,
The parent's howels move;

Th' offended father soon relents,
. And turns with double love.

4. If God rebuke sor pride,
He'll humble thy proud heart;

If sor thy want of love he chide,
That love he will impart.

5. He shall, by means like these,
Thy stubborn temper break;

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Soften thy-heart by due degrees,
And make thy spirit meek.

6. His chast'ning theresore prize,
The priv'lege of a saint;
Their hearts are hard who that despife,
And theirs too weak who faint.

C. Salvation by Grace.

i. f* RACE! 'tis a charming found,
Vj Harmonious to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo shall refound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2. Grace first contriv'd the way
To fave rebellious man;

And all the steps which now difplay
The great, the wond'rous, plan. .

3. Grace taught our roving seet
To tread the heav'nly road;

And new fupplies each hour we meet,
While pressmg on to God.

4. Grace all the work shall crown,
Thro' everlasting days;

It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

§ CI. Praise to the Redeemer.
Magdalen Ode. 7s.

;. ^"> RATEFUL notes and numbers bring,
VjT While JE H o v A H's praife we fing:
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
Be thy glorious name ador'd f

2. Men on earth and faints above,
I Sing the great Rede Eme R's love;
Lord thy mercies never fail,
Hail celestial goodness hail!


3. Tho' unworthy Lord thine ear,
Our humble hallelujahs hear-;
Purer praife we hope to bring,
When with faints we stand and fing. ,

4. Lead us to that blifsful state, WhereThou reign'st fupremely great! Look with pity from- thy throne,

And send thy holy spirit down!

5. While on earth ordain'd to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way:
'Till we come to reign with Thee,
And all thy glorious greatness see!

6. Then with angels we'll again
Wake a louder, louder strain:
There, in joyful fongs of praife,
We'll our gratesul voices raife.

7. There no tongue shall filent be,
There all shall join sweet harmony:
There, thro' heav'n's all spacious round,
Thy praife, O God, will ever found.

Lord, thy mercies never fail,
Hail celestial goodness hail!

§ CII. God's eternal Dominion.

1. •"I RE AT God ! how infinite art Thou! VJ What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praife to Thee.

2. Thy throne eternal ages stood,

E'er leas or stars were made; Thou art the ever-living God, I Were all the nations dead.

3. Nature and time quite naked lie

To Thine immense furvey;

From the formation of the sky,

To the great burning day.

4. Eternity,

4. Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy viaw;
To Thee there's nothing aid appears,
Great God, there's nothing netv!
$- Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn,
And vext with trisling cares;
White Thine eternal thought moves on
Thme undisturb'd affairs.
6. Great Go D! how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praife to Thee!

CHI. Triumph aver Death,

GREAT God, J own Thy sentence
And nature must decay; [just,

I yield my body to the dust,
To dwell with sellow-clay.

2. Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs;
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.
J. The mighty conqu'ror shall appear
High on a royal seat;
And death, the last of all His foes,
Lie vanquifhed at His seet.

4. Tho' greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh;
When God shall build my bones again,
He clothes them all asresh.

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I CIV. On opening a new Place os Woijhii

1 • f~^ Reatgod, Thy watchful care \.

VJT bless,

Which guards our Synagogues in peace;

Nor dare tumultuous foes invade, . To fill our worshipers with dread, a. These walls we to Thy honor raise,

Long may they echo to Thy praife;

And Thou descending fill the place x With choicest tokens of Thy grace! 3.Here let the great Rede Rme R reign,

With all the graces of His train:

While pow'r divine His word attends,

To conquer foes, and cheer his friends. 4. And in the great decifive day,

When God the nations shall furvey;

May it besore the world appear, 'That crouds were born to glory here!

§ CV. AngeIs miniftring to Christ and Saints.

1• /"^REAT God, to what a glorious VJ height

Hast Thou, advane'd the Lo R D, thy Son!
Angels in all their robes of light,
Are made the servants of His throne..

2. Besore His seet their armies wait,
And swift as flames of fire they move;
To manage his affairs of state,
In works of vengeance, or of love.

3. His orders run thro' all their hosts,
Legions descend at His command,
To sheld and guard the Britijh coasts,
When foreign rage invades our land.

4. Now they are sent to guide our seet
Up to the gates of Thine abode 1


Thro' all the dangers that we meet,
In travelling the heav'nly road.

5. Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And Thou shalt bid me rise and come;
Send a beloved angel down \

Sase to conduct my spirit home.

CVI. On the sase delivery os a Wsaman viithcbild.

1. •"-'•REAT is thypowr, Lord, to fave, Vj And to redeem from death ;" When brought to the wide gaping grave,

Thy grace renews the breath.

2. Wrap'd in the deep, thus Jonah lay,

The deep became a grave;
While o'er his head the billows play,
And wat'ry rushes wave.

3. The womb of nature, and its tomb,

How nearly are they join'd?
The shades divide to make us room,
Yet we're to life confin'd.

4. Praife to the Lord, whose mighty arm,

Has brought falvation near;
And fave his servant fiee srom harm,
And rid her of her sear.

5. May fie be mindful of her end,

Which lately she drew nigh;

And ev'ry moment fo to spend,

That she may'nt sear to die.

; § CVII. Humble Wtrstnp.

,. y-^REAT king of kings, eternal God, Vjf Shall mortal creatures dare to raife Their fongs to Thy fupreme abode, 4nd join with angels, in Thy praife!

2. The brightest seraph veils his face ,
'And low besore Thy dazzling Throne,

With prostrate homage, all consess

Thou art the insmite unkno-um. y Man, ah, how far remov'd below,

Wrapt in the shades of gloomy, night!

His brightest day can only show

A sew faint streaks of distant light.

4 But see our bright, our morning Star!
His beams shall chase the shades away,
His beams resplendent from asar,
Sweet promife of immortal day!

5. To him our longing eyes we raife,

Our guide to Thee, the great unknown;
Through Him, O may our humble praife
Accepted rife besore Thy throne.

CVIII. On ordaining a Minister.

I./^reatlord of angels, we adore VJ The grace that builds thy courts be

And, thro' ten thoufand fons of light,
Stoops to regard what mortals do.

- 2. Amidst the wastes of time and death
Successive pastors Thou dost raife,
Thy charge to keep; thy house to guide,
And form a people for thy praife.

3 At length, difmifs'd from seeble clay,
Thy servants join th' angelic band;
With them thro'distant worlds they sly,
With them besore thjrpresence stand.

4. O blest employ! O glorious hope!
Sweet lenitive of gries and care!
When shall we reach those radiant courts,
And all their joys and honors share?

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5. Yet while these labors we purfue,
Thus distant from the heav'nly throne,
Give us a zeal and lovelike theirs,
And half their heav'n shall here be known.

CIX. Religion vain without Love.

1. T T AD I the topgues of Greeks and Jetus, fl And nobler speech that angels use $ If love be absent, I am sound,

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.

2. Were I inspir'd to preach and tell
All-that is done in heav'n and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove;
Still I am nothing without love.

3. Should I distribute all my store,
To seed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the slame,

To gain a martyr's glorious name:

4.. If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor siery zeal.
The work of love can e'er fulsil.

§ CX. The God of Nature -worjhiped.

i. T TAIL king fupreme ! all wife and good, 1 J. To Thee our thoughts we raise; V/hile nature's beauties wide difplay'd Inspire our souls with praife.

2. At morning, noon and ev'ning mild,

Thy works engage our view;
Oft as we gaze■ our hearts exult
With transports ever new.

3. Thy glory beams in ev'ry star

Which gilds the gloom of night:
And decks the rising face of morn
With rays os cheering light.

4. The funny hill, the dewy lawn

With thoufand beauties, shine;
The silent grove and awful shade
Proclaim Thy pow'r divine.

5. From tree to tree a constant hymn

Employs the seather'd throng;
To Thee their chearsul notes they swell,
And chaunt their gratesul song.

6- Great nature's Go D T still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage!
Still may our gratesul hearts
Thy works instructive page!

§ CXI. The Ascenfion. 4-7.

i. T TAIL the day that sees Him rise,
JL A Ravifh'd from our wishful eyes;
Christ, a while to mortals giv'n,
Re-ascends his nativ* heav'n!

2. There the pompous triumph waits,
"Lift your heads, eternal gates;
"Wide unsold the radiant scene,
"Take the King Of Glqrv in!''

3. Circled round with angel powr's,
Their triumphant Lord, and ours,
Conqu'ror over death and sin,
Take the King Of Glory in!

4. Tho' returning to His throne,
Still he calls mankind His own:
Him tho' highest heav'n receives,
Still He loves the earth he leaves.

5. See! He lifts his hands above!

See! He shews the prints, of love!
Harl?! his gracious lips bestow
Blessing on His church below!

6. Still sor us His death He pleads;
Prevalent He intercedes;


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