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2 As well might Ethiopian flaves
4 Great God! I own thy power divine,
HYMN CLXI. Common Metre. [b] Chriftian virtues; or, the difficulty of conversion. 1 STR TRAIT is the way, the door is ftrait, That leads to joys on high; 'Tis but a few that find the gate, While crowds miftake and die. 2 Beloved felf must be deny'd, The mind and will renew'd, Paffion fupprefs'd, and patience try'd, And vain defires fubdu'd.
3 [Flesh is a dangerous foe to grace,
4 The love of gold be banish'd hence,
(That vile idolatry)
And every member, every fenfe,
5 The tongue, that most unruly power,
We must be watchful every hour,
6 Lord! can a feeble, helpless worm Fulfil a tafk fo hard!
Thy grace muft all my work perform,
HYMN CLXII. Common Metre. Meditation of heaven; or, the joys of faith.
1 MY thoughts, furmount thefe lower skies,
And look the veil;
There fprings of endless pleasure rise,
2 There I behold, with fweet delight,
3 His promife ftands forever firm,
4 Light are the pains that nature brings; How fhort our forrows are!
When with eternal future things
5 I would not be a ftranger fill
HYMN CLXIII. Common Metre. [D]
Complaint of defertion and temptation.
EAR Lord, behold our fore diftrefs;
Dour fins attempt to reign;
Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace,
2 The lion, with his dreadful roar,
3 Muft we indulge a long defpair? Shall our petitions die?
Our mournings never reach thine ear
4 If thou defpife a mortal groan,
5 He brought the Spirit's powerful fword,
Our fins fhall die beneath thy word,
6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
HYMN CLXIV. Common Metre.
2 While time his fharpeft teeth prepares
There is a land above the ftars,
But ftill how weak my faith is found,
5 Great God! thy fovereign power impart,
And make me learn thy grace.
HYMN CLXVI. Common Metre.
HOW fhall I praife th' eternal God!
Who can afcend his high abode, Or venture near his throne ? 2 [The great Invifible! He dwells Conceal'd in dazzling light ; But his all-fearching eye reveals The fecrets of the night.
3 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep, Survey the world around;
His wifdom is a boundless deep,
4 [Speak we of ftrength? His arm is ftrong,
Infinite years his life prolong,
5 [He knows no fhadow of a change,
The divine perfections.
Long Metre. [*]
My lips, in fongs of honour bring
2 [Earth and the ftars, and worlds unknown,
3 [His fovereign power what mortal_knows? If he command, who dare oppose? With ftrength he girds himself around, And treads the rebels to the ground.] 4 [Who fhall pretend to teach him skill? Or guide the counfels of his will? His wifdom, like a fea divine,
Flows deep and high beyond our line.] 5 [His name is holy, and his eye Burns with immortal jealoufy; He hates the fons of pride, and fheds His fiery vengeance on their heads.] 6 [The beamings of his piercing fight Bring dark hypocrify to light; Death and deftruction naked lie, And hell uncover'd to his eye.] 7 [Th' eternal law before him ftands ; His juftice, with impartial hands, Divides to all their due reward, Or by the fceptre, or the fword.] 8 [His mercy like a boundless sea, Wafhes our load of guilt away, While his own Son came down and dy'd T'engage his juftice on our fide.] 9 [Each of his words demands my faith, My foul can reft on all he faith; His truth inviolably keeps The largest promife of his lips.] 10 Oh, tell me, with a gentle voice, "Thou art my God," and I'll rejoice! Fill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim The brightest honours of thy name. HYMN CLXVIII. Long Metre. The fame.
EHOVAH reigns, his throne his high; His robes are light and majefty; His glory fhines with beams fo bright, No mortal can fuftain the fight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe, His juftice guards his holy law; His love reveals a fmiling face, His truth and promife feal the grace. 3 Through all his works his wifdom fhines, And baffles Satan's deep defigns;