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.
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 ;
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,
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.
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;
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!
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!
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.]
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;
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