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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."


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,


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,



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!


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!


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,


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

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

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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.


[*] Pfal. cvii. 23, &c. 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;

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