I. HOW over-joy'd was I, When the folemn hour drew nigh; 1. Come, my chearful brethren said, 4. Love the channels of His grace; Where our LORD records his name, 5. God hath built His church below, 6. There the chofen tribes go up, Teftify their Gospel hope; Praife and blefs th' incarnate Word, Shout the name of CHRIST, their LORD 7. Pray, my friends, and never cease, Wrestle on for Sion's peace; Make her fill your pious care, On your heart for ever bear. 8. Hail the venerable name, Lovely, dear Jerufalem! Thee who blefs, fhall bleffed be, 9 Dwell within Thy ramparts peace, Thofe Thofe fins that pierc'd and nail'd His flesh 2. He gives to breathe the vital air, And feeds us at His board; 4 Yes, my REDEEMER, They fhall die, Has made our cup with grace o'erflow, My heart has fo decreed; Nor will I fpare the guilty things, That made my SAVIOUR bleed. 5 Whilft with a melting broken heart, My murder'd LORD I view; I'll raife revenge against my fins, And flay the murd❜rers too. LOVE divine how fweet Thou art! When thall I find my longing heart All taken up with Thee? Ithirft, and faint, and die to prove The greatness of redeeming love; The love of CHRIST to me. 2. Stronger his Love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable; 3. I The firft-born fons of light Defire in vain its depth to fee; They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, and height. O that I could for ever fit, With Mary, at the Mafter's feet! Be this my happy choice! My only care, delight and blifs, CCLIV. On a new-born Child. O may our ever hing H may our ever grateful hearts To the great fov reign of the skies, ་ And with His riches ftor'd. 3. As out of darkness into light Of old all nature sprung So into life and hopes of blifs, The offspring of the womb. 4. But as the blufhing blooming rofe, And all the flow'ry tribes; So fades the human race divine, 5. May we with caution therefore take The tranfitory joy ; And meekly yield it to our GoD, 6. Not hope to grafp the empty wind, Or ftop the whirling fun Or that the fading bliss secure Thro' wealth and peace should run. 7. In virtue's paths, and that ftraight ro ad Which leads to realms above; The only folid joys await The child its parents love.. 8. Grant, gracious LORD, Thy conftant aid To form the youthful heart; I. 2. And may the bleffings of Thy grace CCLV. A Morning Song. NCE more, my foul, the rifing day ON Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay Night unto night His name repeats, Wide as the heav'n on which He fits, To turn the feafors round. 3. 'Tis He fupports my mortal frame, My tongue fhall speak His praife; [4. On a poor worm Thy pow'r might tread, Ard I could ne'er withstand; Thy juftice might have crush'd me dead, 5. A thoufard wretched fouls are fled And yet thou length'neft out my thread, 6. Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Then fhall my fun in fmiles decline, 3. 4 I. What now fhall be our talk? Our hearts we'll lift; No trifling gift, or fmall, Should friends of CHRIST defire; Pure gold, well tried by fire; CCLVII. Before Sermon. NCE more we coine before our GoD, Once more his bleffing afk; may not duty feem a load, 2 Father, thy quickning fpirit, fend 3. May we receive the word we hear, Let ev'ry plant the pow'r partake, And all the garden grow! 6. Revive the parch'd with heav'nly fhow'rs, The cold with warmth divine; And as the benefit is ours, Be all the glory thine! CCLVIII. The World dwindles on the View CCLIX. The Glory of Chrift in Heaven. of Blifs. 4-5. Of this world's vain store, 2. The time for fuch trifles With me now is o'er. 1. A country I've found, And me in that number. He calls thee away, Rife, follow thy SAVIOUR, 5 No mortal doth know ; What He can bestow go. THE delights, the heav'nly joys, Where Jesus fheds the brightest beams Sweet majefty and aweful love And all the glorious ranks above, [3. Princes to His imperial name Bend their bright fceptres down; Domirions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice To fee Him wear the crown.] 4. Archangels found His lofty praife, And lay their highest honors down 5. Thofe foft, thofe bleffed feet of His, That once rude iron tore; High on a throne of light they ftand, 6. His head, the dear majeftic head, 7. This is the man, th' exalted man, [8. LORD, how our fouls are all on fire To fee Thy bleft abode; Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praife, To our incarnate GOD! 9. And whilft our faith enjoys this fight, I. § CCLX. The God of Thunder. The immenfe, th' amazing height, Who treads the worlds beneath his feet, He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, And shoots his fiery arrows thro'. 3. Well, let the nations start and fly, At the blue lightning's horrid glare; 4. Let noife and flame confound the skies, 6. Thus fhall the GOD our SAVIOUR Come, |