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IN this second Edition of the Hymns, several new ones are introduced, which favor the disserent Meafures used in religious Compositions . the sormer being sor the most Part of the plainer Kind-; And many-excellent ones are added from Collections, which did not appear thirty Years ago; vas more might, were it not to avoid, with the increased Bulk and Expence, too many on the fame Subjects, or in Meafures very rare!y used. For the fame Reasons the Reader is reserred sor Pfalms to the Book of Efalms. .._

Religious Music has been so much improved, it has been thought proper to lay together some select Tunes in a separate Book; but the Reader may please to observe, that the like Distinction is here used as in the sormer Rook to make the Hymns correspond with the Tunes, i--.

In regard to Measure, the short, common

and long are distinguishable, on sight of the Stanzas. The sour sevens (i. e. sour Lines of seven Syllables each) are distinguifhable from the sour eights, by the Mark (4—7) annexed to the Title of the Hymn . and all the less ufual Mtafures by the like Figures set there; only a sew 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 soft or affecting thus J, the grave or plaintive thus f, and a sew of a very mournsul Cast thus f . whilst those unmarked are of a middling Nature, e. i. not distinguifhable sor gravity, softness, sorightliness, or fublimity, but may be very well adapted to Pulpit Difcourses, Family Service, or private Use.

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§ I. Divine Wrath and Mercy.

i. A DORE and tremble, for our God
JL\ Is a consuming fire;
His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raife his vengeance higher.

2. Almighty vengeance, how it burns!

How bright his Fury glows!
Vast magazines of plagues and storms
Lie treafur'd sor his soes.

3. Those heaps 6f wrath by flow degrees

Are sorc'd into a flame; But kindled, oh! how sierce they blaze! And rend all nature's frame.

4. At His approach the mountains flee,

And seek a wat'ry grave;
The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up ev'ry wave.

5. Through the wide air the weighty rocks

Are swift as hail-stones hurl'd:

Who dares engage His siery rage,

That shakes the solid World?

6. Yet, mighty God, thy sov'reign grace

Sits regent on the throne;
The resuge of thy chosen race

When wrath comes rushing down.

7. Thy hand shall on rebellious kings

A siery tempest pour;
While we, beneath Thy shelt'ring wings,
Thy just revenge adore.

II. For the Lord's Day.

i. A G AI N the Lo R D of lise and ligW i\ Awakes the kindling ray; Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.

2. O what a night was that, which wrapt

The heathen world in glqom!
O what a fun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3. This day be gratesul homage paid,

And lo.ud Hofannahs fung;

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,

And praife on ev'ry tongue!

4. Ten thoufand disf'ring lips shall join

To. hail this welcome morn; Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn. f III. Defiring a Sight of Christ crucified. 6-8ths. H give me, Lo Rd, my sins to mourn, My sins whieh have Thy body torn! Give me with broken heart to see Thy last tremendous agony; To weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my sorrow with thy blood!

2. O could I gain the mountains height, And look upon that piteous sight! O that with Salems daughters 1 Might stand and see my Saviour die, B 3 'Smite

Smite on my breast, and inly mourn,
But never from Thy cross return!

+ IV. Invitation.
I. A H woe is me constraint to dweB
, . -t*- Among the fons of night;
Poor finners dropping into hell,
Who hate the gospel light!
?. Wild as the untam'd Arab's race,
Who from their Saviour fly;
And trample on his pard'ning grace,
And all his threats defy.

3. With gushing eyes their deeds I see,
Shut tip in Egypt I;
And ask with Him who ranfom'd me
Why will ye fin and die }

4. Jesus, Redeemer of mankind,
Difplay thy faving pow'r;
Thy mercy let these outcasts find.
And know their gracious hour!

5. Open their eyes asd ears to see
Thy cross, and hear thy cries!
Sinner, thy Saviour weeps (or thee,
For thee he weeps and dies!

J V. The Chriflian <will serve the Lord.

1. \ H wretched fouls, who strive in vain, - y- Slaves to the world, and slaves to fin!

A nobler toil may we fustain,
A'nobler fatisfaction win!

2. May we refolve with all our heart,

With all%ur pow'rs, to serve, the Lord!
Nor from hii precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

y O be his service all our joy!
- Arourd let our exsaipje-iljine!
Till others love the bless'd employ,
-""^Lprin in labors fo divine.

4.. Be this the purpose of our foul,

Our folemn, our determined choice;
To yield to his fupreme control,
And in His kind commands rejoice!

5. O may we never faint nor tire;

Nor, wand'ring, leave His facred ways! Great God, accept our foul's defire, And give us strength to live thy praife!

•f VI. 1 Human Frailty betvailedi

1. A L A S I how faulty is the best?
f"\ How w^ak the strongest are?
Who has the wifdom ev'ry hour
To shun the secret snare?

I. Dangers, in distant prospect seen,
How small do they appear?
Champions we seem, but cowards prove
Soon as the danger's near.

3. Thus Peter in the trying hour

His boasted courage lost;
And knew, vain man, alas! too late
His weakness to his cost.

4. Mark well, my foul, the dang'rous path

Where e'er the faints have sell:
Fly from the downward road, and know
Its steps take hold of hell.

5. In the strait path that leads to lise

Proceed with all thy care;
Smooth as the broad way now may seem.
There's nought but dangers there.

6. When dangers threaten, O my God!

Preserve my foul from harm; No foe can hurt whilst I'm secur'd , By an almighty arm.

VII. VII. Charitable Judgment

t. A LL-seeing God ! -'tis thine to know A The iprings whence wrong opimic

flow; -
To judge by principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2- Who air/ong men, great Lo R D of all,
Thy servant to his bar should call?
For modes of fai.h judge him a soe,
And doom him to the realms of woe?

3. Who with another's eye can read?
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering thy commands alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.

4- If wrong sorgive, approve if right,
While faithful we obey our light,
And cens'ring none, are zealous still
To sollow as to learn thy will.

5-When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people fashioned in thy mould;
And charity our lineage prove
Deriv'd from thee, thou Gob of love?

t VIII. Christ fifing from the dead.

i. ALL ye that seek the Lord, who died, * * Your God for finners crucified, Prevent th( earliest dawn, and come

To -worship at his sacred tomb.

2. Bring the sweet spices of your fighs,
Your contrite hearts and streaming eyes,
Your fad complaints, and humble fears .
Come, and embalm him •with your tears.

l.While thus ye love your fouls t'employ,
Your sorrow shall be turn 'd to joy;
Now, now let all your grief be o'er /
Believe; and ye shall weep no mere.

§ 4. The third auspicious morn is come, And calls our Saviour from the tomb; An earthquake hath the cavern shook, g opinions And burst the door, and rent the rock.

5. The Lord hath sent his angel down, And he hath roll'd away the stone.

. As snow behold his garment white,
His countenance as lightning bright;

6. The bands of death are torn away,
The yawning tomb gives back its prey;
The seal is broke, the stone cast by,
And all the pow'rs of darkness fly.

7. The body breathes, and lifts its head,
T1 e keepers sink, and fsll as dead;
The dead restor'd to lise appear,
The living quake and die sor sear.

8. The L« R D of Lifs is ris'n indeed,
To death delivered in your stead;
His rise proclaims your sins sorgiv'n,
And shews the living way to heav'n.

9. Haste then, ye souls that sirst believe,
Who due the Gospel word receive;
Your faith with joysul hearts consess;
Be bold, be Jehu's witnesses.

i0. Go tell tne sollowers of your Lordj,
Their Jesus is tclifu restor'd;

He lives, that they His lise nuy sind;
He lives, to quicken all mankind.
"T IX. Sincere Praise.

i. ALMIGHTY maker, God?
-tx. How wond'rous is Thy name I
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad

Through the creation's frame [

2. Nature in ev'ry dress
Her humble homage pays,

And sinds a thousand ways t'expresi

Thine undissembled praise. j


t (3. In Native white and red The rose and lily stand; And, free from pride, their beauties spread, To shew thy skilful hand.

4. Thelark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious fong;

And bears her Maker's praife on high
Upon her artless tongue.]

5. My foul would rife and fing
To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore ray Kmg,
And pay the worship due.

6. But pride, that bufy fin,
Spoils all that I perform;

Curs'd pride, that creeps securely m,
And swells a haughty worm.

7. Thy glories I abate,

Or praife Thee with defign; k

Some of the favors I forget,
Or think the merit mine.

[8. The very fongs I frame

Are faithless to Thy cause; /

And steal the honours of thy name
To build their own applause.]

9. . Create my fou! anew,

Else all my worship's vain!
This wretched heart will ne'er be true.
Until 'tis form'd again!

to Descend, celestial sire,
And seize me from above;
Tv!elt me in flames of pure defire,
A facrifice to love!

II. Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul ascend
tn sweet, pet fumes of praife !-

f X. Repentance sawing srom the patienc os God

1. A N D are we wretches yet alive?
A And do we yet rebel ?-

'Tis houndkss, 'tis amazing love
That bears us up from hen.

2. The burthen of our weighty guilt

Would fink us down to flames;
And threat'ning vengeance rolls above
To crush our seeble frames.

3. Almighty Goodness cries, sorbear,

And straight the thunder stays: And dare we now provoke His wrath, And weary out His grace? 4 Lord, we have long abus'd Thy love, Too long induig'd our fin; Our aking hearts e'en bleed to lee What rebels we have been. '3. No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, No more will we obey; Stretchout, Ogod, thy conq'ring hand, • And drive thy foes away!

XL Fnitb in Go J dispel* all sear.

i- A ND art Thou withus, gracious Lo R";
A Tb dissipate our sear?
Dost'1 hou proclaim thyself our Gon,
Our God for ever near?

2. Doth Thy right hand, which form'd the

And bears up all the skies, [earth,

Stretch from on high its friendly aid
When dargers round us rise?

3. Dost thou a father's pity seel,

For all thy humble faints?
And in fuch tender accents speak,
To footh their fad complaints?


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