HYMN LV. Common Metre. 1 THE And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame; 2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill, [b] 4 Dangers ftand thick through all the ground, To hurry mortals home. 5 Good God, on what a flender thread 6 Infinite joy, or endless wo, Attends on every breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowfy fenfe HYMN LVI. Common Metre. [b] The mifery of being without God in this world; or, vain profperity. 1 NOLI fhall envy them no more, Who grow profanely great, Though they increase their golden ftore, 2 They tafte of all the joys that grow Upon this earthly clod: Well, they may fearch the creature through, 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own; But death comes haftening on to you, 4 Yes, you must bow your ftately head; And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go now, and boaft of all your flores, 1 HYMN LVII. Long Metre. The pleafures of a good confcience. 'L Who feel the joys of pardon'd fin! ORD, how fecure and bleft are they [*] Should ftorms of wrath fhake earth and fea, And foft and filent as the fhades, 3 [Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half fo fwift away! Their fouls are ever bright as noon, 5 They fcorn to feek our golden toys; But fpend the day and fhare the night In numbering o'er the richer joys, That heaven prepares for their delight. 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, Lie grov'ling in the duft below; Almighty grace, renew our fouls, And we'll afpire to glory too. HYMN LVIII. Common Metre. [b] IME! what an empty vapour 'tis! 1 TIME And days, how fwift they are ! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. 2 [The prefent moments just appear, That we can never fay-they're here; 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, 4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Yet, with the bounties of thy grace, 5 'Tis fovereign mercy finds us food, 6 His goodness runs an endless round ; His mercy never knows a bound; 7 Thus we begin the lafting fong; 1 HYMN LIX. Common Metre. [*] GLO Paradife on earth. LORY to God, who walks the sky, Who tells his faints of joys on high, And gives a tafte below. 2 [Glory to God, who floops his throne, And brings a glimple of glory down 3 When Chrift, with all his graces crown'd, 'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. 4 A blooming paradife of joy In this wild defart fprings; And every fenfe I ftraight employ 5 White lilies all around appear, 6 Cheerful I feaft on heavenly fruit, 7 But, ah! how foon my joys decay; And fnatch th' heavenly fcene away 8 When fhall the time, dear Jefus, when That I fhall leave thefe clouds of fin, 9 Up to the fields, above the fkies, There everlafting flowers arife, HYMN LX. Long Metre. The truth of God the promifer; or, the promises are our fecurity. 1 PRAISE, everlafting praife, be paid To Him who earth's foundation laid: 8 Praife to the goodness of the Lord, 3 [Firm are the words his prophets give; 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arife? The comforts that our Maker gives. 6 Oh, for a ftrong, a lafting faith, Above the ruinable fkies, Where the eternal Builder reigns, MY foul, come, meditate the day, And think how near it flands, When thou must quit this houfe of clay, 2 [And you, mine eyes, look down and view This gloomy prifon waits for you, 3 Oh! could we die with those that die, 4 Then fhould we see the faints above [How we should fcorn these clothes of flesh, And long for evening to undrefs, That we may reft with God.] 6 We fhould almoft forfake our clay And pray and wifh our fouls away HYMN LXII. Common Metre. [*] God the thunderer; or, the last judgment and hell.* ING to the Lord, ye heavenly hofts, And thou, O earth, adore: Made in a great sudden storm of thunder, August 20, 1607. |