4 But Oh! how base our paffions are!
How cold our charity and zeal !
Lord, fill our fouls with heav'nly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

HYMN CXVII. Long Metre.
Election fovereign and free.

Romans ix. 21-24.

I EHOLD the potter and the clay! He forms his vessels as he please;

B

Such is our God; and such are we,
The subjects of his just decrees.
2 Doth not the workman's pow'r extend
O'er all the mass, which part to choose,
And mould it for a nobler end,
And which to leave for viler use?]
3 May not the sov'reign Lord on high
Dispense his favours as he will;
Choose sorge to life, while others die,
And yet be just and gracious still?

4 [What if, to make his terror known,
He lets his patience long endure,
Suff'ring vile rebels to go on,
And feal their own destruction fure?

5 What if he means to shew his grace,
And his electing love employs
To mark out some of mortal race,
And form them fit for heav'nly joys?]

6 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to duft ?

7 But, O my foul, if truth so bright Should dazzle and confound thy fight,

Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.

8 Then he shall make his justice known,
And the whole world, before his throne,
With joy or terror, shall confefs
The glory of his righteousness.

HYMN CXVIII. Short Metre.

Mofes and Christ; or, Sin against the Law and Gospel. John i. 17. Heb. iii. 3, 5, 6, and x. 28, 29.

I

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HE law by Mofes came; But peace, and truth, and love, Were brought by Christ (a nobler name) Defcending from above.

2 Amidst the house of God

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4

5

Their diff'rent works were done;

Mofes a faithful servant stood,
But Christ a faithful Son.

Then to his new commands
Be strict obedience paid;

O'er all his Father's house he stands

The Sov'reign and the Head.

The man that durst despise
The law that Mofes brought,
Behold! how terribly he dies
For his prefumpt'ous fault.

But forer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,

Who hate to hear when Jefus calls,
And dare refift his grace.

HYMN CXIX. Common Metre.

The different Success of the Gospel. I Cor. i. 23,

I

24.

2 Cor. ii. 16. 1 Cor. iii. 6, 70

HRIST and his cross are all our theme:

C The myst'ries that we fpeak

Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,
And folly to the Greek.
2 But fouls, enlighten'd from above,
With joy receive the word;
They fee what wisdom, pow'r and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.

3 The vital favour of his name
Restores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt, despair and death.

1

4 Till God diffuse his graces down,
Like show'rs of heav'nly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

HYMN CXX. Common Metre.

Faith of Things unseen. Heb. xi. 1, 3, 8, 10.

I

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AITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our fight, Breaks through the clouds of flesh and fenfe, And dwells in heav'nly light.

2 It sets times past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come. 3 By faith we know the worlds were made By God's almighty word:

Abr'am, to unknown countries led, By faith obey'd the Lord. 4 He fought a city, fair and high, Built by th' Eternal hands; And faith affures us, though we die, That heav'nly building stands. HYMN CXXI. Common Metre. Children devoted to God. Gen. xvii. 7, 10. Acts xvi. 14, 15, 330

I

(For those who practise Infant Baptifm.)

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HUS faith the mercy of the Lord, "I'll be a God to thee :

"I'll bless thy num'rous race, and they "Shall be a feed for me."

2 Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace, And gave his fon to God;

feals the blessings now, thepr That once was feal'd with blood. itt

3 Thus Lydia fanctify'd her house,
When the receiv'd the word;
Thus the believing jailor gave
His houshold to the Lord.

4 Thus later saints Eternal King !
Thine ancient truths embrace;
To thee their infant offspring bring,
And humbly claim the grace.

HYMN CXXII. Long Metre. Believers buried with Christ in Baptism. Rom. vi. 3, &c.

1

D

O we not know that folemn word,
That we are bury'd with the Lord;

Baptiz'd into his death, and then
Put off the body of our fin?

2 Our fouls receive diviner breath,
Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death :
So from the grave did Christ arife,
And lives to God above the skies.

3 No more let fin or Satan reign
Over our mortal flesh again;
The various lusts we ferv'd before,
Shall have dominion now no more.

HYMN CXXIII. Common Metre.
The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &c.
I Ehold the wretch, whose luft and wine

B

Has wasted his eftate; He begs a fhare amongst the swine, To taste the husks they eat! 2 "I die with hunger here," he cries; " I starve in foreign lands; "My Father's house has large.fupplies, "And bounteous are his hands.

3

"I'll go, and with a mournful tongue
"Fall down before his face;
"Father, I've done thy justice wrong,
"Nor can deserve thy grace."

4 He faid and hasten'd to his home,
To feek his Father's love;
The Father faw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

5 He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Embrac'd and kiss'd his fon;

The rebel's heart with forrow brake,
For follies he had done.

6 "Take off his clothes of shame and fin," (The Father gives command)