Who with another's eye can read? If wrong forgive, approve if right, 5. When fhall our happy eyes behold Thy people fashioned in thy mould; And charity our lineage prove 1. Deriv'd from thee, thou Gob of love? + VIII. Chrift rifing from the dead. ALL ye that feek the LORD, who died, Your God for finners crucified, Prevent the earliest darn, and come To worship at bis facred tomb. 2. Bring the feet Spices of your fighs, Your contrite hearts and ftreaming eyes, 4. The third aufpicious morn is come, And calls our SAVIOUR from the tomb An earthquake hath the cavern fhook, And burft the door, and rent the rock. 5. The LORD hath fent his angel down, And he hath roll'd away the ftone. As fnow 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 feal is broke, the ftone caft by, And all the pow'rs of darkness fly. 7. The body breathes, and lifts its head, 10. Go tell the followers of your LORD I. 2. Their JESUS is to life reftor'd; Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Through the creation's frame ! Nature in ev'ry dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t'express Thine undiffembled praife. X. Repentance flowing from the patienc [3. In native white and red The rofe and lily stand; And, free from pride, their beauties fpread, 1. To fhew thy fkilful hand. 4. The lark mounts up the sky, With unambitious fong; And bears her Maker's praife on high 5. My foul would rife and fing 6. Fain would my tongue adore my King, But pride, that busy fin, 7. Thy glorics I abate, Or praife Thee with defign; Or think the merit mine. 18. The very fongs I frame Are faithlefs to Thy caufe; And steal the honours of thy name 9.. Create my foul anew, Elfe all my worship's vain! This wretched heart will ne'er be true. Until 'tis form'd again! Defcend, celeftial fire, And feize me from above; Let joy and worip fpend of God AND are we wretches yet alive? And do we yet rebel ? 'Tis boundlefs, 'tis amazing love 2. The burthen of our weighty guilt 3. Almighty Goodnefs cries, forbear, 4. LORD, we have long abus'd Thy love, 3. No more, ye lufts, shall ye I. fee command, Stretch out, O GOD, thy conq'ring hand, And drive thy foes away! XI. Faith in God difpels all fear. AND art Thou with us, gracious LORD, To diffipate our fear? Doft Thou proclaim thyfelf our GoD, 2. Doth Thy right hand, which form'd the 3. Doft thou a father's pity feel, - I. XIII. God to be loved above all. AND is it yet, dear LORD, a doubt, And drag the traitor from the throne! Dear LORD, what heav'nly wonders dwell 1. By this are finners fnatch'd from hell, And rebels brought to God. 5. JESUS, my foul, adoring bends To love fo full fo free; And may I hope that love extends Its facred pow'r to me? 6. What glad return can I impart O take my all-this worthless heart, I. 3. XIV. Triumph over Death. And must these active limbs of mine Corruption, earth, and worms Till my triumphant fpirit comes, GOD, my Redeemer, lives; ; 4. Array $ XVII. Eafter Day. 4-7 Salisbury. ANGELI roll the rock away, Death, yield up thy mighty prey; 3. Shout, ye faints, in rapturous fong, KING of GLORY, mount the throne, Thy great FATHER's and thy own! 6. Pow'rs of heav'n, feraphic fires, Sing and fweep your founding lyres; Sons of men, in humble strain, Sing your mighty SAVIOUR's reign! 7. Ev'ry note with wonder swell; Sin o'erthrown and captiv'd hell! Where is hell's once dreaded king? Where O death, thy mortal sting? 1. A XVIII. For Chriftmas Day: RISE and hail the happy day; 2. How wonderful, how vaft His love, 3. Then let our fouls adore his grace; Let holy joy and thanks take place Of forrow grief and pain Give glory to our GoD most high, And, midft the univerfal joy, Proclaim good will to inen. ; |