+ CCLXIII. The Believer's Support. "THOU, to whofe all fearching fight, The darkness fhineth as the light Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee; O burst these bands, and set it free! 2. Wash out its stains, refine the dross, Nail my affections to the cross! Hallow each thought; let all within 3. Be clean, as thou, my LORD, art clean. If in this darkfome wild I ftray, Be Thou my light, be Thou my way: No fraud, while Thou, my GoD, art near. 4. When rifing floods my head o'erflow, When finks my heart in waves of woe; Jesu, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and chear my heart. 6. If rough and thorny be my way, CCLXIV. Refurrection and Afcenfion of 3. Loofe all your bars of maffy light, And wide unfold th' etherial fcene; He claims these manfions as his right, Receive the KING of glory in! 4. Who is the KING of glory, who? ↑ CCLXV. Freedom from Sin and Mifery in Heaven. 1. 2. 4. Und, like a violent fea, UR fins, alas, how ftrong they be They break our duty, LORD, to Thee, The waves of trouble, how they rife I There fhall we fit, and fing and tell K 5. For ever His dear facred name Shall dwell upon our tongues, And JESUS and falvation be The clofe of all our fongs. CCLXVI. Defiring to Praife Chrift. I. WHAT fhall I do My SAVIOUR to praise ; So faithful and true, 2. How happy the man, Whofe heart is fet free I. Shall be in thy name; They fhall, as their right, Thy righteousness claim; Thy righteoufnefs wearing, And cleans'd by thy blood," Bold fhall they appear in The prefence of God. 8-5s SCCLXVII. Chrift came to redeem us. Greenwich, C. M. LUNG'D in a gulph of dark defpair, We wretched finners lay; Without one chearful beam of hope,. Or fpark of glimm'ring day. 2. With pitying eyes the PRINCE of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He faw, and (O amazing love!) He came to our relief. 3. Down from the fhining feats above With joyful hafte He fled;: Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 5. Angels aflift our mighty joys, 1. CCLXVIII. Univerfal Praife.. •PRAISE the LORD, who reigns above And keeps his courts below; 2. Praife Him for his noble deeds, Praife Him for his matchless pow'r Him, from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heav'n adore. 3. Publifh, fpread to all around The great IMMA NU E L's name : All the reach of heav'nly art; 5. Him, in whom they move and live, Glory RAISE to God, immortal praise, •PR For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous fource of ev'ry joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ ! 2. For the bleffings of the field, For the ftores the gardens yield, For the vines exalted juice, For the gen'rous olive's ufe: 3. Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain; Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that temp'rate warmth diffufe; 4. All that Spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the fmiling land All that lib'ral autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing ftores : 5. Thefe to thee, our GoD, we owe, Source whence all our bleffings flow; And for thefe our fouls fhall raise Grateful vows and folemn praife. 6. Yet fhould rifing whirlwinds tear From its ftem the ripening ear; Should the fig-trees blafted shoot, Drop her green untimely fruit; 7. Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her ftore; 17. Shout to the LORD, ye furging feas, Let wave to wave refound his praise, 8. While monfters fporting on the flood, [9. But gentler things fhall tune his name [10. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, [11. Let the fhrill birds his honor raife, 12. Thus while the meaner creatures fing, Ye mortals, take the found, Echo the glories of your KING 1. Thro' all the nations round. CCLXXI. The bleffed Society in Heaven. RAISE thee, my foul, fy up, and run Thro' ev'ry heav'nly freet; And fay, "There's nought below the fun, [2. Thus will we mount on facred wings, 3. There, on a high majestic throne Th' Almighty FATHER reigns; And fheds his glorious goodnefs down, On all the blissful plains. 4. Bright, like a fun, the SAVIOUR fits, And spreads eternal noon; No ev'nings there, nor gloomy nights, 5. Amidst thofe ever-fhining skies, Stand bending round the throne; [7. But Oh what beams of heav'nly grace Tranfport them all the while! Ten thousand fmiles from Jesu's face, 8. JESUS, and when fhall that dear day, 1 R AISE, thoughtless finner, raife thine Behold the balance lifted high! Mark with what force its precepts draw; Would't thou the aweful teft fuftain, Thy works how light, thy thoughts how vain! 3. Behold the hand of GoD appears To trace thefe dreadful characters Tekel, thy foul is wanting found, "And wrath fhall fmite thee to the ground' t' * CCLXXIV. The Redemption of Man t Joy of Angels. REDEMPTION! 'Tis a glorious Dwell, O my foul, on this bleft theme; A theme enquiring angels view With growing zeal and raptures new. 2. Tho' once they drew a flaming fword, 'Gainft man, the rebel to their LORD; Yet man they love, and fing the grace Defign'd by heav'n for Adam's race. 3. When but one finner quits the road That leads to death, and turns to God; Joyous they hear the news, and fing Th' increafing glories of their king. 4. Well pleas'd they fee heav'ns new-born heir Committed to their tender care; I. 2. Bow to the fceptre of His love, And take the offer'd peace. And swift they fly from worlds above CCLXXV. On the Refurrection. R Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice! JESUS, the SAVIOUR, reigns, The GoD of truth and love, When He had purg'd our ftains, He took his feat above: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I fay, rejoice! His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; |