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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,
Made up of innocence and love;
And, soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

[3. Quick as their thoughts their joys come But fly not hals so fast away; [on,

Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And cal in as fummer ev'nings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heav'nly hills,
Where groves os living pleafure grow;
And longing hopes and chearsul smites
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow ]

45. They scorn to pine sor golden toys;
But spend the day, and share the night
In numb'ring o'er ihe richer joys,
That heav'n prepares sor their delight.

6. But wretched men, like worms and moles,
Lie grov'ling in the dust below:
Almighty Grace, renew their souls,
And they'll aspire to glory too!

\ CXCVII I. ConviSion of Sin by the Law.

i- T ORD, how secure my conscience was,
J—4 And selt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sine were dead.

2. My hopes of heav'n were sirm and bright
But since the precept came,
With a convincing pow'r and light,
I sind how vile' am.

[3. My guilt appear'd but small besore,
Till terribly I faw
How persect, holy, just and pure,
Was thine eternal law^

4. Then selt my soul the heavy load,

My sins reviv'd again;
1 had.provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my, hopes were slain.]

5. I'm like a helpless captive sold,

Under the pow'r of sin;
I cannot do the good I would,
Nor keep my conscience clean.

6. My God, I cry, with ev'ry breath,

For some kind pow'r to save;
To break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave!

§ 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;
And clouds arise and fempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

.Creatures as num'rous as they be,
- Are fubject to thy care:
There's not a place where we can flee,
But Goo is present there'

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4. Thy hand is our perpetual guard,
Thou keep'ft us with thine, eye;
Why should we then sorget Thee, Lord,
Who art sor ever nigh?

§ CC. The Rasture.

LORD! if one distant glimpse of Thee
Thus elevates the soul!
In what a height of extacy
Do those blest spirits roll!

2. Who, by a six'd eternal view,

Drink in immortal rays;
To whom, unveiled, Thou dost mew
Thy smiles without allays!

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,
Who in thy presence stand,
To offer up united pray'r
For this our sinsul land!

I. If some have oft in private pray'd
Our country might sind grace;
Now hear, the fanie petitions made
In this appointed place!

!. Or if amongst us some be met,
So careless of their sin,
They have not cried sor mercy yet;
Lord, let them now begin.

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By thy son's death poor sinners live,
Thro' whom our pray'rs fucceed;

For him, the praying spirit give,
And we shall pray indeed!

5. We will not slack, nor give Thee rest;
But importune Thee so,
That 'till we shall by Thee be blest,
We will not let Thee go.

6- Great God of hosts, deliv'rance bring!
Guide those that hold the helm!
'Support the state; preserve the king;
And spare*the guilty realm!

7. Or should the dread decree be past,

And we must seel .the rod;
May faith and patience hold us fast
To our correcting God!

8. Whatever, be our destin'd case,

Accept us in thy Son!
Give us his gospel and his grace;
And. then thy will be done!

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
Their trusts and talents here.

2 Help us to learn, from thy own word,
What we should do and be!
Help us to act a faithful part,
As stewards unto Thee!

3. Thine is my all; yet fuch Thy grace,

What I expend on thine
Shall be repaid with large encrease,
And richly add to mint.

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,
bach act ot" kindness own.

5. Do thou, my God, enlarge my heart,
And open wid« my hand;
That here I may my trust difcharge,
And there triumphant stand!

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
Lies thro' this horrid land-;
Lord ! we would keep the heav'nly road,
And run at Thy command.

[3. Our fouls shall tread the defart thro'
With undiverted feet;
And faith and flaming zeal fubdue
The terrors that we meet.]
[4. A thoufand favage beasts of prey
Around the forest roam;
But JuJab's lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.]

[5. Long nights and darkness dwell below,

With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go,

Is everlasting day.] [6. By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy sears,

We trace the facred road 5
Thro' difmal deeps and dang'rous snares,

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.
[8. See the kind angels at the gates,

Inviting us to come!
There Jesus, the fore-runner, waits

To welcome trav'llers home.]

9. There, on a green and flow'ry mount
Our weary fouls shall fit;
And with transporting joys recount ,
The labours of our seet.
[10. No vain discourse shall fill otir tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear t
Infinite grace shall be our fong,
And God rejoice to hear.J

11.Eternal glories to the King
That brought us fasely thro; s
Our tongue shall never cease to fing.
And endless praise renew.

CCIV. The Darkness os Providence.

1. X ORD! we adore thy vast defigns,
i-/ Th' obscure abyss of providence;
Too deep to found with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with seeble sense.

2. Now thou array'st thine awesul face
In angry frowns, without a smile;
We thro' the cloud believe Thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.

3. Thro' seas and storms of deep distress,
We fail by faith, and not by fight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Thn/all the briars, and the night.

4,#Dear father, if thy lifted rod
Refolve to scourge us here below .
Still will we lean upon our God,
Thine arm shall bear us fasely thro'!

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X CCV.' God our Support.

LORD, we adore thy wond'rous name,
And make that name our trust;
Which rais'd at sirst this curious frame
From mean and liselesi dust.

2. By dust fupported, still it stands,
Wrought up to various sorms;
Prepar'd by Thy creating hands
To nourifh mortal worms.

i- A while these frail machines endure,'
The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital pow'rs no more,
But moulder back to clay.

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.

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§ CCVI. God invisible. .

i. T ORD! we are blind, we mortals blind,
*-* We can't behold thy bright abode ,
0 'tis beyond a creature-mind,
To glance a thought half way to Go D J

2- Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone;
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the toplsss throne..

3-,The Lord of Glory builds his seat
Of gems infusserably bright;
And lays beneath his facred seet
Substantial beams of gloomy niwht.

4. Yet, glorious Lord, Thy gracious eyes
Look thro'< and chear us from above;
Beyond our praise Thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love!

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:
And read our Maker's broken laws,'
Repair'd and honour'd by Thy cross.

2. When we behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquished by that dear blood of Thine,
And see the man that groan'd and dy'd,
Sit glorious by His Path E R's side-

3. Our passions rise and soar above,

We're wing'd wi thfaith, and sir'd with love;
Fain would we reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sinus.

4. But our heart fails, our tongue complains, For want of their immortal strains;

And in fuch humble notes as these,
Must fall below Thy victories.

;. Well, the kind minute must appear,
When we shall leave these bodies here;
These clogs of clay, and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky.

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,
Smiling and^pleas'd in death:

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;
For when grim death has lost his sting,
He has an angtl's face.

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;
We could invite the angel on,
And chide his lazy wing.

6. Away, these interposing days,

And let the lovers meet;
The angel has a cold embrace.
But kind, and soft, and sweet.

f. We'd leap a* once our seventy years,
We tush into his arms;
And lose our breath, and all our cares,
Amidst those heavily charms.

8. Joylul we'd'lay this body down,
And leave the liseless clay;
Without a sigh, without a groan,
And stretch, and soar away.''

§ 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,
. That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

3. Attending angels shout sor joy,
And the bright armies sing;
"Mortals, behold the facred seat
"Os your descending king:

4." The God of glory down to men
"Removes his blest abode;
"Men the dear objects of his grace,
"And He the loving God.

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?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day!

CCX. No Rest on Earth.

i, A ÆAN has a soul of vast desires,
J.VX He burns within with restled sifes;
Tost to and fro his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.

%. In vain on earth we hope to sind
Some solid good to sill the mind; ,
We try new pleafures, but we seel
The inward thirst and torment still.

3. So when a raging sever bums,
We shift from side to side by turns;
And 'tis a poor relies we gain,
To change the place, bus keep the pain.

~' ', --4. Great

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