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 ftores 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 storm.
HYMN LXIII. Common Metre. [6]
A funeral thought.
HARK! from the tombs, a doleful found!
Mine ears, attend the cry-
"Ye living men, come, view the ground
"Where you must shortly lie.
2 "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 sky.
HYMN LXIV. Long Metre. [*]
God the glory and the defence of Zion.
APPY the church, thou facred place,
grace;
Thine holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God.
2 Thy walls are ftrength, 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 brightest praise.
HYMN LXV. Common Metre. [6]
The hope of heaven our Support under trials on earth.
HEN I can read my title clear
To manfions in the fkies,
1
WH
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 easy.
1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where faints
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleafures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring 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;
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!
are
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!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
HYMN LXVIII. Common Metre. [*]
The humble 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!
FA
2 Here I behold thy diftant face,
And 'tis a pleafing fight;
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight!
3 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.
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.
1 [BEGIN, my tongue, fome heavenly theme,
And
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 dafh 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 almost 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.]
HYMN LXX. Long Metre. God's dominion over the fea.
1
[*] Pfal. cvii. 23, &c. voice
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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;
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