And leave me in this world's wild maze,
To follow every wandering ftar.]
5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy threatenings juft, thy promise sure;
Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife.
6 Give me thy counfel for my guide,
And then receive me to thy blifs;
All my defires and hopes befide
Are faint and cold, compar'd with this.
HYMN LXXX.
Long Metre. [*] An evening hymn. Pfal. iv. 8. and iii. 5, 6, and
HUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening fhall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to wafte, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies paft,
He gives me ftrength for days to come.
I lay my body down to fleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful ftations round my bed.
4 In vain the fons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things ;
My God in fafety makes me dwell
Beneath the fhadow of his wings.
5 [Faith in his name forbids my fear:
Ο may thy prefence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
The love and kindnefs of thy heart.
6 Thus when the night of death fhall come,
My flefh fhall reft beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to roufe my tomb,
With fweet falvation in the found.]
HYMN LXXXI. Long Metre. [*]
A fong for morning or evening. Lam. iii. 23. Ifa.
Y God, how endlefs is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently diftil like early dew.
e Thou fpreadft the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my fleeping hours;
Thy fovereign word reftores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I confecrate my days;
Perpetual bleffings from thine hand
Demand perpetual fongs of praife.
HYMN LXXXII. Long Metre.
God far above all creatures; or, man vain and mortal. Job iv. 17-21.
HALL the vile race of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator, God?
Shall mortal worms prefume to be
More holy, wife, or juft than he?
2 Behold he puts his truft in none
Of all the fpirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compar'd with his,
Are neither holy, juft, nor wife.
3 But how much meaner things are they
Who fpring from duft and dwell in clay!
Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath,
We faint and perifh like the moth.
From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thoufands in thy fight:
Bury'd in duft whole nations lie,
Like a forgotten vanity.
5 Almighty Power, to thee we bow:
How frail are we, how glorious thou!
No more the fons of earth shall dare
With an eternal God compare.
HYMN LXXXIII. Common Metre. [b]
Afflictions and death under providence. Job v. 6-8,
WOT from the duft affliction grows,
Nor troubles rife by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes;
As fparks break out from burning coals,
And fill are upwards borne;
So grief is rooted in our fouls,
And man grows up to mourn.
3 Yet with my God I leave my caufe,
And truft his promis'd grace:
He rules me by his well-known laws
Of love and righteousness.
4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Shall fpoil my future peace;
For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.
HYMN LXXXIV. Long Metre. [x] Salvation, righteousness, and ftrength in Christ. Ifa. xlv. 21-25.
EHOVAH fpeaks, let Ifrael hear, Let all the earth rejoice and fear, While God's eternal Son proclaims His fovereign honours and his names. "I am the Laft, and I the First, "The Saviour God, and God the Juft; "There's none befide pretends to fhew "Such juftice and falvation too.
3 ["Ye that in fhades of darkness dwell, "Juft on the verge of death and hell, "Look up to me from diftant lands,
Light, life, and heaven are in my hands: "I by my holy name have fworn, "Nor fall the word in vain return, "To me fhall all things bend the knee, "And every tongue fhall fwear to me.] 5 "In me alone fhall men confefs "Lies all their ftrength and righteousness "But fuch as dare defpife my name, "I'll clothe them with eternal fhame. 6 "In me, the Lord, fhall all the feed "Of Ifrael from their fins be freed, "And by their fhining graces prove "Their intereft in my pardoning love."
2 "Ye dying fouls, that fit
"In darknefs and diftrefs,
"Look from the borders of the pit
"To my recovering grace."
Sinners fhall hear the found; Their thankful tongues fhall own, "Our righteousness and ftrength is found "In thee, the Lord, alone."
In thee fhall Ifrael truft,
And fee their guilt forgiven;
God will pronounce the finners just,
And take the faints to heaven.
HYMN LXXXVI. Common Metre. [b]
God holy, juft, and fovereign. Job ix. 2-10.
1 WOW fhould the fons of Adam's race
Be pure before their God!
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.
2 To vindicate my words and thoughts
I'll make no more pretence;
Not one of all my thoufand faults
Can bear a juft defence.
3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wife;
What vain prefumers dare
Against their Maker's hand to rife,
Or 'tempt th' unequal war?
4 [Mountains by his almighty wrath
From their old feats are torn;
He fhakes the earth from fouth to north,
And all her pillars mourn.
5 He bids the fun forbear to rife;
Th' obedient fun forbears :
His hand with fackcloth fpreads the fkies,
And feals up all the ftars.
6 He walks upon the ftormy fea;
Flies on the ftormy wind:
There's none can trace his wondrous way,
Or his dark footsteps find.]
HYMN LXXXVII. Long Metre. [*] God dwells with the humble and penitent.
HUS faith the high and lofty One, "I fit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, "Dwell in my own eternity.
2 "But I defcend to worlds below,
"On earth I have a mansion too;
"The humble fpirit and contrite
"Is an abode of my delight.
3 "The humble foul my words revive:
"I bid the mourning finner live;
66 Heal all the broken hearts I find,
"And ease the forrows of the mind.
4 ["When I contend against their fin,
"I make them know how vile they've been
"But fhould my wrath forever smoke,
"Their fouls would fink beneath my stroke."
5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh,
Left we fhould faint, defpair, and "die!
Thus fhall our better thoughts approve
The methods of thy chaftening love.]
Long Metre. [b]
Life, the day of grace and hope. Eccl. ix. 4-6, 10.
1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t'infure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vileft finner may return.
2 [Life is the hour that God has giv'n
To 'fcape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the bleffings of the day.]
3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their fenfe is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
4 [Their hatred and their love is loft,
Their envy bury'd in the duft;
They have no fhare in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the fun.]
5 Then what my thoughts defign to do,
My hands with all your might purfue;
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