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4. On this fupport our souls shall lean

And bauish ev'ry care;
The gloomy vale of death must smile,
If Goj> be with us there*

5. While we his gracious fuccour prove,

'Midst all our various ways; The darkest shades thro' which we pass, Shall echo with his praife.

§ XII. The Wonders of Redemption.

i. AND did the Holy and the Just,
**. The Sov'reign of theskies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?

t. Yes, the R E D E E M Er lest his throne,
His radiant throne on high;
(Surprizing mercy! love unknown)
To fuffer, bleed and die.

3. He took the dying traitor's place,

And fuffered in his stead .
For man! O miracle of grace!
For man the Saviour bled!

4. Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell . In Thy atoning blood!

By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

5- Jesus, my soul, adoring bends
To love so full so free;
And may I hope that love extends
Its facred pow'r to me?

6. What glad return can I impart

For favors so divine? 0 take my all—this worthless heart, And make it only Thine.

XIII. God to be loved aborve all.

i. A' N D is it yet, dear Lord, a doubt, A If in my breast Thou reign'st alone I O sind the lurkirrg rival out,

And drag the traiior from the throne!

2. Would earth's delusive trifling charms . Assume a pow'r above Thy name? Slab each ufurper in my arms, _

And vindicate Thy rightful claim!

3. By purchase, duty, ev'ry tie,

Yea, choice itself, Lord, I am Thine;
Maintain that tight, or let me die v
E'er from Thy love my soul decline!

4. If my unsteady heart would r6ve, [srame,
And well Thou know'st its treach'rous
If ought below, or ought above
Would share or quench the facred flame;

5. Chase the curst object from my soul,
Thence, thence the twining mifchies tear;
Reign Thou the sov'reign of the whole,
Be Lord of ev'ry motion there!

XIV, Triumph over Death.

i. AND must this body die?
.ix- This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Ue mould'ring in the clay?

i. Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but resine this flesh;
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.
5. God, my Redeemer, lives;
And, stooping from the skies,
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till He shall bid it rise.

4. ArrayV

4. Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shinc;

And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face
Look heav'nly and divine.

5. These lively hopes we owe
To Jesu's dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And fing his .pow'r above,

6. Dear Lord, accept the praife
Of "these our humble fongs;

Till tunes of nobler found we raife
1 With our immortal tongues.'

XV. An Evening Hymn.

i. A ND now, my foul, the circling fun -*"*- Has all his beams withdrawn; Once more his daily race is run, And gloomy night comes on.

2. Thus one da.y more of lise is gone;

A doubtful sew remain;
Come then, review what thou hast done
Eternal lise to gain.

3. Dost thou get forward in thy race,

As time still posts away?
And die to fin, and grow in grace,
With ev'ry passing day?

4. This day, what conquest hast thou gain'd

What lust is overcome?
What fresh degree of grace obtained
To bring thee nearer home-?

5. Alas! this lise will foon be past; q ...

'Tis dying ev'ry day;
But do thy hopes make equal haste,
Or negligence betray?

6. Do they'more strong and lively grow? AnJ make more pure from fin?

Give more contempt of things below?
More peace create within?

j. Oh! do not pass this lise in dreams,
To be furpriz'd by death;
And fink unthinking down to flames,
When thou refign'st thy breath.

8. No, ev'ry day thy course review,
Thy real state to learn;
And with renewed zeal, purfue
Thy great and chies concern.

XVI. The Day os "judgment.

1. AND will the Judge descend?
•*"*- And must the dead arife?
And not a fingle foul escape

His all difcerning eyes?

2. And from His righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence found;

And thro' the num'rous guilty throng,
Spread black despair around?

3." Depart from me, accurs'd,
"To everlasting flame,
"For rebelangels first prepar'd,
"Where mercy never came."

4. How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day;

? When earth and heav'n besore his face Astonifh'd shrink away?

5. But e'er that trumpet shakes
The manfions of the dead;

Hark from the gospel's chearing found
What joyful tidings spread I

6. Ye finners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;

Fly to the shelter of his cross
And sind falvation there.

1j. So fliall that curse remove

By which the Saviour bled; Ami the last awesul day shall pour His blessings on your head.

§ XVII. Easier Day. 4-7 Salisbury.

i, A N G E L! roll the rock away;
l\ Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See He rises from the tomb;
Glowing in immortal bloom. .

%. 'Tis the Saviour, angels raise
Fame's eternal trump of praife:
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3. Shout, ye faints, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong;
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulchre newly born.

4.Hail victorious Jesus, hail;
On thy cloud os Glory fail,
In long triumph thro' the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

5. Heav'n difplays her portals wide,
Glorious hero thro' them ride;

King of Glory, mount the throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own!

6. Pow'rs of heav'n, seraphic sires,
Sing and sweep your sounding lyres ^
Sons of men, in humble strain,

Sing your mighty S A V I O U R'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 string >

XVIII. For Christmas Day.

i. ARISE and hail the happy day; .**. Cast all low cares of lite away,

And thoughts of meaner things; This day, to cure our deadly woes, The fun of righteousness arose,

With healing in his wings.

2. How wondersul, how vast His love, Who lest the shining realms above,

These happy seats of rest! How much sor human kind he bore, Their peace and pardon to restore,

Can never be expresi'd.

3. Then let our souls adore his grace -
Let holy joy and thanks take place

Of sorrow gries and pain;
Give glory to our God most high,
And, midst the univerfal joy.

Proclaim good will to men.

4. Let all in heav'n and earth rejoice,
Angels and men unite their voice,

And hymn the happy day -
, When Satan's empire vanquished sell,.
And al! the pow'rs of death and hell
Conscss'd His sov'reign sway.

XIX. CbaraScrs of the Children of G,d.

i. AS new-born babes desire the breast,
.*"*. To seed, and grow, and thrive;
So faints with joy the Gospel taste,
And by the Gospel live,

[2. With inward gust their heart approves
All that the word relates;
They love the Men (heir Fatks R lov'es,
And hate the Works He hate-;,J

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[3. Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth
Can make them slaves to lust;
They can't forget their heav'nly birth,
Nor grovel in the dust.

4. Not all the Chains that Tyrant's use
Shall bind their Souls to Vice:
Faith, like a Conqu'ror, can produce
A thoufand Victories.]
[5. Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The Sons of Gob to fin]

[6. Not by the terrors of a slave
Do they perform His will,
But, with the noblest Pow'rs they have,
His sweet Commands fulfil.]
7. They find access, at ev'ry hour,
To God within the veil;
Hence they derive a quick'ning pow'r,
And joys that never fail.

S. O happy fouls! O glorious state
Of over-flowing grace!
To dwell fo near their Fathe R's seat
And see His lovely face!

9. Lo R D, I address Thy heav'nly throne;

Call me a child of Thine;
Send down the spirit of Thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

10. There shed Thy choicest loves abroad,

And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I fay, My Father God,
With an unwav'ring tongue.

XX. The Changes os Lise under God's Direflitn.
-—-% S various as the moon
~ b man's estate below;

To his bright day of gladness foo«
,' Succeeds a night of woe.

2. The night of woe refigns
1 Its darkness and its gries;

And then the morn of comfort shines,
And brings our fouls relies.

3. Yet not to fickle chance
Is man's condition giv'n •

His dark and prosp'rous-hours advance
By ihe fix'd laws of heav'n.

4. God meafures unto all
Their lot of good and ill;

Nor this too great, nor that too small,
Ordain'd by wifest will.

5. Let man consorm his mind
To ev'ry changing state;

Rejoicing now, and now refign'd,
Nor vainly strive with fate.

6> Hopesul and humble bear
Thy evil and thy good;
Nor by prefumption nor despair
Weak mortal be fubdu'd.

XXI. she new Creation.

1. j\ TTEND, while God's exalted Sow
X\ Doth His own glories shew:
"Behold, I fit upon my throne,

"Creating all things new!

2." Nature and fin are pass'd away,
"And the old Adam dies;

"My hands a new foundation lay;
"See the new world arife!

3. "I'll be a fun of righteousness.
"To the new heav'ns I make;

"None but the new-born heirs of grace
£ My glories shall partake."

4. Swift

4-Mighty RE Db E M'e R, set me free

From my old state of fin;

0 make my soul alive to Thee,

Create new pow'rs within !*

5. Renew mine eyes, and sorm mine ears, And mould my heart afresh I Give me new passions, joys, and sears, And turn the stone to flesh! 9. Far from the.regions of the dead, From sin, and earth, and hell, In the new world, that grace has made, 1 would sor ever dwell.

* XXII. Ibt Christian Race.

i AWAKE our souls, away our sears;
**. Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a chearsul courage on I

1. Strait is the gate, narrow the road,
And mortals stop, or tire and faint .
But they sorget the mighty God,
That calls and strengthens ev'ry faint.

3- From God, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh fupply;
WhiLe fuch as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, or droop and die.

4- Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall sly,
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.

XXIII. TbeConfia.

i AWAKE, our souls, lift up your eyes; .f* See where your soes against you rise, In long array, a num'rous host; Awake our souls, or ye are lost!

2. Here giant danger threat'ning stands,
Must'ring his pale terrisic bands;
There pleasure's silken banners spread
And willing souls are captive led.

3. See where rebellious sajjions rage,
And sierce desires and lusts engage!
The meanest soe of all the train

Has thoufands and {en thoufands slain.

4. Ye tread upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset you round .
Beware of all, guard ev'ry part,
But most the traitor in your heart.

5. Come then our souls, now learn to wield The weight of your immortal shield . Put on the armor from above

Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love.

6. The terrors and the charms repel,

And pow rs of earth and pow'rs of hell The man of calv'ry triumph'd here; Why should his faithful soll'wers sear?

* XXIV. Salvation approaching.

I. A WAKE, ye faints, and raise your eyes,
** And raise your voices high .
Awake, and praife that sov'reign love
That shews falvation nigh!

2 On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each decliring day [
And each revolving year I

3. Not many years- their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand re veal'd
To our admiring eye*. ,

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