4 Think, O my foul, the dreadful day,
When this incenfed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the fea,
And fling his wrath abroad!
5 What shall the wretch, the finner do?
He once defy'd the Lord :
But he fhall dread the Thund❜rer now,
And fink beneath his word.
6 Tempests of angry fire fhall roll,
To blaft the rebel worm,
And beat upon his naked foul
In one eternal ftorm.
HYMN LXIII.
A Funeral Thought.
ARK! from the tombs, a doleful found
H Mine ears, attend the cry
"Ye living men, come, view the ground "Where you must shortly lie.
2 "Princes, this clay muft be your bed, "In fpite of all your tow'rs;
"The tall, the wife, the rev woad head
"Muft lie as low as ours.
3 Great God, is this our certain doom?
And are we ftill fecure!
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more !
4 Grant us the pow'r of quick❜ning grace,
To fit our fouls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesb,
We'll rife above the sky.
HYMN LXIV. Long Metre.
God the Glory and the Defence of Zion.
APPY the church, thou facred place,
The feat of thy Creator's grace;
Thine holy courts are his abode ;
Thou earthly palace of our God,
The learn'd_ the rich the lafty head
2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heav'nly warriors waits;
Nor fhall thy deep foundations move,
Fix'd on his counfels, and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain defigns engage;
Againft his throne in vain they rage;
Like rifing waves, with angry roar,
That dafh, and die upon the shore.
4 Then let our fouls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell;
His arms embrace this happy ground,
Like brazen bulwarks built around.
5 God is our fhield, and God our fun;
Swift as the fleeting moments run,
On us he sheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brightest praise.
HYMN LXV. Common Metre. The Hopes of Heaven our Support under Trials on Earth.
WHEN I can read my title clear
manfions in the fkies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my foul engage,
"And hellifh darts be hurl'd,
Then I can fmile at fatan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And ftorms of forrow fall;
May I but fafely reach my home,
My God, my Heav'n, my All.
4 There I fhall bathe my weary foul
In feas of heav'nly reft;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
HYMN LXVI. Common Metre.
A Profpect of Heaven makes Death eafy.
THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where faints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow fea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.
3 [Sweet fields, beyond the fwelling flood,
Stand dreft in living green :
So, to the Jews, old Canaan ftood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But tim'rous mortals ftart and shrink,
To cross this narrow fea,
And linger, fhiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.]
5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rife-
And fee the Canaan, that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes.
6 Could we but climb where Mofes stood,
And view the landscape o'er
Not Jordan's ftream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the fhore.
HYMN LXVII. Common Metre.
God's eternal Dominion.
REAT GOD! how infinite art thou!
What worthlefs worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages ftood,
Ere feas or ftars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead,
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3 Nature and time quite naked lie
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky,
To the great burning-day.
4 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To Thee, there's nothing old appears→→
Great God! there's nothing new.
5 Our lives through various fcenes are drawn,
And vex'd with trifling cares ;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturb'd affairs.
6 Great God! how infinite art Thou!
What worthlefs worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
HYMN LXVIII. Common Metre.
The bumble Worship of Heaven.
ATHER, I long, I faint to fee
The place of thine abode !
I'd leave thy earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy feat, my God!
2 Here I behold thy diftant face,
And 'tis a pleafing fight;
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight!
I'd part with all the joys of fenfe,
To gaze upon thy throne ;
Pleasure fprings fresh forever thence,
Unfpeakable, unknown.
4 [There all the heav'nly hofts are seen;
In fhining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder and with love.
5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear
Th' adoring armies fall ;
With joy they fhrink to NOTHING there,
Before th' eternal ALL.
6 There I would vie with all the hoft
In duty, and in blifs ;
While less than nothing I could boast,
And vanity confefs.]
7 The more thy glories ftrike mine eyes,
The humbler I shall lie ;
Thus, while I fink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.
HYMN LXIX. Common Metre.
The Faithfulness of God in the Promifes.
1 [REGIN, my tongue, fome heav'nly theme,
And speak fome boundless thing;
The mighty works, or mightier name,
Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wond'rous faithfulness,
And found his pow'r abroad;
Sing the fweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.
3 Proclaim Salvation from the Lord,
For wretched, dying men;
His hand has writ the facred word
With an immortal pen.
4 Engrav'd, as in eternal brafs,
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness rafe
Thofe everlasting lines.]
5 [He, that can dash whole worlds to death,
And make them when he please ;
He speaks-and that Almighty breath
Fulfils his great decrees.
6 His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the fkies;
The voice that rolls the ftars along
Speaks all the promises.
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