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5. Yet this my soul desires to know,
Be this, my only wish below; [request
"That Christ is mine."—This great Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest.
J CXCVII. A good Conscience.
i. T ORD, how secure and blest are they, 3~J Who seel the joys of pardon'd sin? Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heav'n and peace within.
2. The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
[3. Quick as their thoughts their joys come But fly not hals so fast away; [on,
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
4 How oft they look to th' heav'nly hills,
45. They scorn to pine sor golden toys;
6. But wretched men, like worms and moles,
\ CXCVII I. ConviSion of Sin by the Law.
i- T ORD, how secure my conscience was,
2. My hopes of heav'n were sirm and bright
[3. My guilt appear'd but small besore,
4. Then selt my soul the heavy load,
My sins reviv'd again;
5. I'm like a helpless captive sold,
Under the pow'r of sin;
6. My God, I cry, with ev'ry breath,
For some kind pow'r to save;
§ CXCIX. God's Omniscience and provide) tial Care.
i. T ORD, how thy wonders are display' JL-* Where'er we turn our eye!
'If we furvey the ground we tread, Or gaze!upon the sky.
2. There's not a plant, or stow'r below,
But makes thy glories known;
.Creatures as num'rous as they be,
4. Thy hand is our perpetual guard,
§ CC. The Rasture.
LORD! if one distant glimpse of Thee
2. Who, by a six'd eternal view,
Drink in immortal rays;
3. An object, which if mortal eyes
Could make approaches to; They'd soon esteem their best lov'd toys Not worth one scornsul view.
4. How then, beneath its load of flesh,
Would the vex'd soul complain? And how the friendly hand she'd bless, Would break her hated chain?
f CCI. For a publich Fast.
LORD, look on all assembled here,
I. If some have oft in private pray'd
!. Or if amongst us some be met,
By thy son's death poor sinners live,
For him, the praying spirit give,
5. We will not slack, nor give Thee rest;
6- Great God of hosts, deliv'rance bring!
7. Or should the dread decree be past,
And we must seel .the rod;
8. Whatever, be our destin'd case,
Accept us in thy Son!
CCII. A Charity Hymn. i.T ORD, thou hast faid, both high and -I—/ Must at thy bar appear; [low,
And give a strict account of all
2 Help us to learn, from thy own word,
3. Thine is my all; yet fuch Thy grace,
What I expend on thine
4. Yea, thou'lt accept as done to Thee,
What sor Thy glory's done;
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And at the great decifive day,
5. Do thou, my God, enlarge my heart,
CCIIi: The Pilgrimage os the Saints.
1. T ORD! thro' what wretched ground JL-/ we go,
Where pricking thorns abound;
Where mortal poifons copious grow,
The streams are dang'rous found.
*. Yet the dear path to thine abode
[3. Our fouls shall tread the defart thro'
[5. Long nights and darkness dwell below,
With scarce a twinkling ray;
Is everlasting day.] [6. By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy sears,
We trace the facred road 5
We inake our way to Go p.] 7. Our journey is a thorny mare,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Si'on's hill.
Inviting us to come!
To welcome trav'llers home.]
9. There, on a green and flow'ry mount
11.Eternal glories to the King
CCIV. The Darkness os Providence.
1. X ORD! we adore thy vast defigns,
2. Now thou array'st thine awesul face
3. Thro' seas and storms of deep distress,
4,#Dear father, if thy lifted rod
X CCV.' God our Support.
LORD, we adore thy wond'rous name,
2. By dust fupported, still it stands,
i- A while these frail machines endure,'
4- Yet Lord, whate'er is selt or sear*d,
This thought is our repose, That He, by whom this frame was rear'd, Its various weakness knows.
5- Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,.
Whilst struggling with our Toad; In pains and dangers Thou art nigh,
Our F«ather, and our God. 6.^Gently fupported by Thy love,
We tend to realms of peace; Where ev'ry pain shall far remove,
And ev'ry frailty cease.
§ CCVI. God invisible. .
i. T ORD! we are blind, we mortals blind,
2- Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
3-,The Lord of Glory builds his seat
4. Yet, glorious Lord, Thy gracious eyes
CCVII. Longing to praise Christ better.
I. T ORD! when our' thoughts with won
I / der roll
O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul:
2. When we behold death, hell, and sin,
3. Our passions rise and soar above,
We're wing'd wi thfaith, and sir'd with love;
4. But our heart fails, our tongue complains, For want of their immortal strains;
And in fuch humble notes as these,
;. Well, the kind minute must appear,
X CCVIII. The welcome Messenger.
j. T ORD! when we see, a faint os thine 1 / Lie gasping out his breath;
With longing eyes, and looks divine,
X. How we could e'en contend, to lay
Our limbs upon that bed! „ We ask thine, envoy to. convey Our tgiiits in his stead.
3. Our souls are rising on the wing,
To venture in his place;
4. Jesus, then purge our crimes away,
'Tis guib creates our sears; 3Tis guilt gives death its sierce array, And all the aims it bears!
5. Oh! if our threat'ning sins were gone,
And death had lost his lting;
6. Away, these interposing days,
And let the lovers meet;
f. We'd leap a* once our seventy years,
8. Joylul we'd'lay this body down,
§ CCIX. A Vifion of Christ's Kingdom, i. T O, what a glorious sight appears I 4 To our believing eyes! The earth and sea's are past away,~ And the old rolling ftjies,
Z- From the third heav'n, where God resides,
3. Attending angels shout sor joy,
4." The God of glory down to men
5. " His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
'* F/om ev'ry weeping eye . "And pains, and groans, and griess, and "And death itself shall die" [sears,
6. How long, dearSAViowR, O how long,
Shall this bright hour delay?
CCX. No Rest on Earth.
i, A ÆAN has a soul of vast desires,
%. In vain on earth we hope to sind
3. So when a raging sever bums,
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