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CXLTT. The Forgiveness os $ins.

1. TJ OW high a priv'lege 'tis to know
\~X Our fins are all forgiv'n.
To bear about this pledge below,

This special gift of heav'n!

2. To look on this, when funk in fears;

While each repeated light,
Like fome reviving cordial, chears,
And makes temptations light! •

3. Oh! what is honor wealth or mirth

To this well grounded peace!
How poor are all the goods of earth
To fuch a gift as this!

4. This is a treafure rich indeed,

Which none but Ch R I S T can giye;
Of this the best of men have need.
The worst may it receive.

* CXLIll. The Sasety and ProteShn os the Church

1. T TOW honourable is the place X. JL Where we adoring stand; Sion the glory of the earth, ,

And beauty of the land 1

2. Bulwarks of mighty grace desend

The city where we dwell;
The walls, of strong lalvation made,
Defy th' assaulis of hell.

3. List up theeverlastirg gites,

The doors wide open sling i Enter ye nations ihat obey The statutes of our ki;i g!

4. Here shall ye taste immingled, jcys?

And live in persect peace; Ye that h.iye kiown Jehovah's name. And ventur'ri oii His grace.

5. Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,
And banish all your sears;
Strength in the Lord-jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years,

§ CXLIV. A Prosfiedi os the Resurreffion.

1. TTOW long shall deith, the tyrant, feign,
X A And triumph o'er the just;
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?

3. When shall the tedious night be gone ?.
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond defires would pray Him down,
Our love embrace Him here.

3. Let faith arise and climb the hills,

And from afar descry
How distant are Mis chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.

4. Lo, I'behold the fratt'iing shades,

The dawn of heav'n appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres f

5. I see the Lo «d of glory come,

And slimirg guards around:
The skies divide to make Him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

6- I hear the voice, "Ye dead arife,"
And lo, the graves obey;
Ard waking faints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th' expected day.

7. They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the middle air;
In sinning garments meet their King,
And low adore Him there.

8. Omty

S. 6 may my humble spirit stand

Amongst them, cloath'd in white .t

The meanest place at His right-hand

Is insinitedelisht. .

9 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning Ki No
Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies,
On love's triumphant wing,;

f CXLV. Happy Frailty.

I. " TJ O W meanly dwells th' immortal JLT mind 1 "How vile these bodies are! "Why was a clod of earth design'd "T' inclose a heav'nly star?

[i." Weak cottage where our souls reside! "This ftesh a tott'ringwall; "With frightful breaches' gaping wide, . "The building bends to falL

3-" All round it storms of trouble blow,
"And waves of sorrow roll;
'' Cold waves and winter storms beat thro',
"And pain the tenant soul.]

4-" Alas! how frail our state 1" faid I,
And thus went mourning on;
Till fudden from the cleaving sky
A gleam of glory shone.

5. My soul all selt the glory come,
And breath'd her native air;
Then she remember'd heav'n her hcme,
And she a prisoner here.

i. Straight she began to change her key;
And, joyful in her pains,
She fung the frailty os her day,
In pleafurable strains.

j. " How weak the pris'n is where I dwell? "Flelh but-a tott'ring wall; "The breaches chearsully soretel, "The houYe must shortly fall.

[8. " No more, my friends, shall I complain, "Tho' all my heart-strings ake ;. "Welcome disease and ev'ry paii^ "That makes the cottage shake.

9. " Now let the tempest blow all round,

"Now swell the furges high; "And beat this house of bondage down, "To set the stranger fly.]

i0. " I have a mansion built above

"By the eternal hand; "And should the earth's old basis move "My heav'nly house must stand.

ii." Yes, sor 'tis there my Saviour reigns, "(I long to see the God)' "And his immortal strength fustains "The courts that cost him blood."

I z. Hark, from on high my S A V I O V R calls I

"I come, my Lord, my love:" Devotion breaks the prifon walls, And speeds my last remove.

f CXLVI. { Frailty and Folly.

i. T TOW short and hasty is our lise! J_ 1 How vast our souls affairs? Yet senseless mortals vainly strive

To lavifh out their years.

2. Our days run thoughtlefly along,

Without a moment's stay; Just like a story or a song, We pass, our live* away.

3. GoIi.

3. God from on high invites us home,

But we march heedless on; And ever hast'ning to the tomb. Stoop downwards as we run.

4. Draw us, O God, with fov'reign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high; That we may end this mortal race,

And see falvation nigh !. § CXLVII. God holy, jufl, and sovereign. «• TJOW should the fons of Adam's race Xl Be pure besore their God? If He contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod.

2. To vindicate my words and thoughts

I'll make no more pretence;
Not one of all my thoufand faultr
Can bear a just desence.

3. Strong is His arm, His heart is wise;

What vain presenters dare
Against their maker's hand to rise,
Or tempt th' unequal war?

I4. Mountains, by His almighty wrath,
From their old seats are torn •
He shakes the earth from fouth to north,
And all her pillars mourn.

5. He bids the fun forbear to rise,

Th' obedient fun forbears;
His hand with lackcloath spread* the skies,
And seals up all the stars.

6. He walks upon the raging sea;

Flies on the stormy wind; 7'hcre's none can.trace His wond'rous way, Of His dark footlttps find]

$ CXLVII I. Redeeming Love. 1. T TOW wond'rous are the works of God J. JL Difplay'd thro' all the world abroad!

Immensely great ! immensely small!
Yet one strange work exceeds them all:

2. He form'd the fun, fair fount of light,
The moon and stars to rule the night;
But night, and stars, and moon and fun
Are little works compar'd with one.

3. He roll'd the seas and spread the skies.
Made vallies fink, and mountains rife,
The meadows cloath'd with native green,
And bad the rivers glide between;

4. But what are seas, or skies, or hills
Or verdant vales, or gliding rills

To wonders man was born to prove?
The wonders of redeeming love! -

5. 'Tis far beyond what words express,
What faints can seel, or angels guess:
Angels that hymn the great I AM,
Fall down and veil besore the Lamb-

6. The highest heav'ns are short of this;
'Tis deeper than the vast abyss •

Tis more than thought can e'er conceive;
Or hope expect, or faith receive.

7. Almighty God breath'd human breath,
The Lord of Lite experiene'd death;
How it was done, we can't discuss,
Only we know 'twas done for us:

8. Bless'd with this faith, then let us raise
Our hearts in love, our voice in praise .
All things to us must work for good,
For whom the Lord has shed his blood.

§ CXLIX. Ibt divine Glories above our

Reason. I. T TOW wond'rous great, how glorious XT. Must our C R E A T o R be; [bright Who dwells amidst the dazling light Of vast infinity!

a. Our foaring spirits upwards rise
Tow'rds the celestial throne;
Fain would we see the blessed Thre E,
And the Almighty Chi E.

3. Our reafon stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;
But still how f r "beneath Thy seet
Our grov'ling reafon lies!

[4. Lord, here we bend our humble fouls,
And awfully adore;
For the weak pinions of our mind
Can stretch a thought no more.]

5. Thy glories infinitely rise
Above our lab'ring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries,
To form an equal fong.

[6. In humble notes our faith adores
The great -mysterious King;
While angels strain their nobler pow'rs,
And sweep th' immortal string.

CL. In the View os Death.

I CANNOT limn the stroke of death, Lord help me to furmount the sear; That when I must refign my breath, Serene I may my fummons hear!

*. Tis fin gives venom to the dart, •n me let ev'ry fin be stain; [heart;

From secret faults, Lord, cleanse my
From wilful fins, my hands restrain.

3- Orant that I may, with holy zeal,
The ends of living close purfue;
Seek thy whole pleafure to fulfil,
And honor Thee in all I do!

4'To my Redeemer lift mine eyes,
Once dead, but now emhron'd on high;

Glorious, I hope, with Him to rise,
W hy should I sear with Him to die r

5. O for an heart that foars above,
And scorns the trifles here below!
An heart all warm'd with holy love,
But dead to sense and outward show!

6. Let all my blifs and treafure lye
Where in thy light I light shall see!
The foul may freely dare to die
That longs to be posset'd of Thee.

'CLL Contentment.

1. 1F folid happiness we prize,

X Within our breasts the jewel lies,
And they are fools that roam:

The world hath nothing to bestow;

From our own-selves our joys must flow. And peace begins at home.

2. Well theresore relifh with content. Whate'er kind providence hath sent,

Nor aim beyond our pow'r; And if our store be very small, With thankful hearts enjoy it all,

Nor lose the present hour.

3,. We'll be refign'd when ills betide.
Patient when favors are denied,

And pleas'd with favors given;
This is the wise, the virtuous part, that incense of the heart,

Whose fragrance reaches heav'n. 4. While conscience, like a faithful friend. Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend,

And chear our dying breath;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel, whifper peace,

And smooth the bed of death. .. CLII. Satan's •various Temptations.

t- T HATE the tempter and his charms,' 1 I hate his flatt'ring breath ,The serpent takes a thoufand forms To cheat our fouls to death. 3. He seeds our hopes with airy dreams, Or kills with slavish sear; And holds us still in wide extremes, Prefumption or despair. 3.Now jie perfuades, "How easy 'tis "To walk the road to heav'n •" Anon he swells our fins, and cries, "They cannot be forgiv'n." [4. He bids young finners, "Yet forbear "To think of God, or death; "For pray'r and devotion are '' But melancholy breath."

5. He tells the aged, "They must die,

"And 'tis too late to pray;
"In vain for mercy now they cry;
"For they have lost their day:"]

6. Thus he fupports his cruel throne

, By mifchies and deceit;
And drags the fons of Adam down -
To darkness and the pit.

7. Almighty God, cut short his pow*r,

Let him in darkness dwell:
And that he vex the earth no more,
Confine him down to hell!

X CLIIL Tasting and hanging.

1. T Have but tasted Canaan's grapes, A And now I long to go. Where my dear Lo R D his vineyard keeps, . And where the clusters grow.

2. There on His new and living wine,

My thirsty foul would seast;
And banquet on the fruits divine,
And be my Saviour's guest.

f CLIV. Bewailing my ovm Inconstancy.

i. T LOVE the Lord ; but ah! jiow far
A My thoughts from the dear object are;
This wanton heart, how wide it roves,
And fancy meets a thoufand loves!

2.I would enjoy my Lord alone,
And bid my passions all be gone;
All but my love, and charge my wiU
To bar the door and guard it still.

3. But cares, or trifles, make or find,
Still new avenues to the mind;
Tist I with gries and wonder see
Huge crowds betwixt my Lo R D and me.

4. My foolish heart thus leaves her God,
And shadows tempt her thoughts abroad;
How shall I fix this wand'ring mind?

Or throw my setters on the wind?

5. Look gently down, Almighty grace,
Prifon me round in Thine embrace;
Pity the foul that would be thine,
And let Thy pow'r my love confine.

6. Oh! when -shall that bright moment be; That I shall live alone for Thee;

My heart no foreign Lords adore, , And to Thy love prove false no more? CLV. Sight through a Glass, and Face to

1 - T Love the windows of Thy grace,
A Thro' which my Lo R D is Teen;
And long to meet my S A V I O U R's face
Without a glass between.

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