Let death and hell, through all their coafts,
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His founding chariot fhakes the sky,

He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his flores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.
3 His noftrils breathe out fiery ftreams-
And from his awful tongue

A fovereign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along!

Think, O my foul, the dreadful day,
When this incenfed God

Shall rend the fky, and burn the fea,
And fling his wrath abroad!

5 What fhall the wretch, the finner do?
He once defy'd the Lord:

But he fhall dread the Thunderer now,
And fink beneath his word.
6 Tempefts of angry fire fhall roll,
To blaft the rebel worm,
And beat upon his naked foul
In one eternal ftorm.

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HYMN LXIII. Common Metre. [6] A funeral thought.

HMine ears, attend the cry

ARK! from the tombs, a doleful found!

"Ye living men, come, view the ground
"Where you must shortly lie.
"Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In fpite of all your towers;

"The tall, the wife, the reverend 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 powers of quickening grace,
To fit our fouls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rife above the fky.

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 ;

HAP

Thine holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God.

a Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits;
Nor fhall thy deep foundations move,
Fix'd on his counfels, and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain defigns engage;
Against his throne in vain they rage;
Like rifing waves, with angry roar,
That dafh, and die upon the fhore.
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 fheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brighteft praise.

HYMN LXV. Common Metre. [6]
The hope of heaven our support under trials on earth.
WHEN I can read my title clear
To manfions in the fkies,

1

WHE

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my foul engage,
And hellifh darts be hurl'd,
Then I can fmile at Satan'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 heaven, my all:
4 There fhall I bathe my weary foul
In feas of heavenly ref;

And not a wave of trouble roll

Acrofs my peaceful breast.

HYMN LXVI. Common Metre. [*]

A profpect of heaven makes death eafy.

THE

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where faints immortal reign,

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleafures banish pain.

2 There everlasting fpring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow fea, divides
This heavenly 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 timorous mortals ftart and shrink,
To cross this narrow fea,

And linger, fhivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.]

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Thofe gloomy doubts that rise-
And fee the Canaan, that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes:

6 Could we but climb where Mofes flood,
And view the landscape o'er;

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Not Jordan's ftream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the fhore.

HYMN LXVII. Common Metre. [*]

God's eternal dominion.

GREAT 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 flood,
Ere feas or ftars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Nature and time quite naked lic
To thine immenfe furvey,
From the formation of the fky,
To the great burning day.

4 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands prefent 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 thoughts move on
Thine undisturb'd affairs.

6 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthlefs worms are we!

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Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

HYMN LXVIII. Common Metre. [*]
The humble worship of heaven.

FA

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!

8 I'd part with all the joys of fenfe,
To gaze upon thy throne;

Pleafure fprings fresh forever thence,
Unfpeakable, unknown.

4 [There all the heavenly hofts are feen;
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 fhall lie ;

Thus, while I fink, my joys fhall rife
Unmeasurably high.

HYMN LXIX. Common Metre.

The faithfulness of God in the promises.
Band peak fome boundless thing;
EGIN, my tongue, fome heavenly theme,

The mighty works, or mightier name
Of our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,
And found his power abroad;

Sing the fweet promife of his grace,
And the performing God.

3 Proclaim falvation from the Lord,
For wretched, dying men;

His hand has writ the facred word
With an immortal pen.

4 Engrav'd, as in eternal brass,
The mighty promife fhines;

Nor can the powers of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.]

5 [He that can dash whole worlds to death,
And make them when he please;
He fpeaks-and that almighty breath
Fulfils his great decrees.

6 His very word of grace is ftrong
As that which built the fkies;
The voice that rolls the ftars along
Speaks all the promises.

7 He faid-Let the wide heaven be spread,
And heaven was ftretch'd abroad:
Abrah'm, I'll be thy God, he faid,

And he was Abrah'm's God.

8 Oh, might I hear thine heavenly tongue
But whifper-thou art mine!

Those gentle words fhould raise my song
To notes almoft divine..

9 How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heaven fecure!
I'd truft the all-creating voice,
And faith defires no more.]

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HYMN LXX. Long Metre. God's dominion over the fea.

[*]

Pfal. cvii. 23, &c.
OD of the feas, thy thundering voice
Makes all the roaring waves rejoice!
And one foft word of thy command
Can fink them, filent, in the fand.

2 If but a Mofes wave thy rod,
The fea divides and owns its God;
The ftormy floods their Maker knew,
And let his chofen armies through.
3 The fcaly fhoals, amidst the fea,
To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay;