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They to the fartheft nations fpread The grace of their afcended God. HYMN CXXIX. Long Metre. [*] Submiffion and deliverance; or, Abraham offering his fon. Gen. xxii. 6, &c. 1 AINTS, at your heavenly Father's word,
He fhall reftore what you refign, Or grant you bleffings more divine. 2 So Abrah'm, with obedient hand,
Led forth his fon at God's command; The wood, the fire, the knife he took, His arm prepar'd the dreadful ftroke. "Abrah'm, forbear," the angel cry'd; "Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd; "Thy fon fhall live, and in thy feed "Shall the whole earth be blefs'd indeed." 4 Juft in the laft diftreffing hour The Lord difplays delivering power; The mount of danger is the place Where we fhall fee furprifing grace.
HYMN CXXX. Long Metre. [b]
Phil. ii. 2. Eph. iv. 30, &c.
Love and hatred.
N His tharp diftrefs, his fore complaints,
By his laft groans, his dying blood,
I charge my, foul to love the faints.
Clamour, and wrath, and war be gone,
Envy and fpite forever ceafe;
Let bitter words no more be known
Amongst the faints, the fons of peace.
3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,
Flies from the realms of noise and flrife,
Why should we vex and grieve his love,
Who feals our fouls to heavenly life!
4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts; .
Through all our lives let mercy run:
So God forgives our numerous faults,
For the dear fake of Chrift his Son.
HYMN CXXXI. Long Metre. [*] The pharifee and publican. Luke xviii. 10, &c. EHOLD how finners difagree,
One doth his righteoufnefs proclaim,
The other owns his guilt and fhame.
2 This man at humble diftance ftands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
That boldly rifes near the throne,
And talks of duties he has done.
3 The Lord their different language knows,
And different anfwers he bestows;
The humble foul with grace he crowns,
Whilft on the proud his anger frowns.
4 Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boafting pharifee;
I have no merits of my own,
But plead the fufferings of thy Son.
HYMN CXXXII. Long Metre. [*]
Holiness and grace. Titus ii. 10-13.
let our lips and lives exprefs
The holy gofpel we profefs;
So let our works and virtues fhine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus fhall we beft proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour God;
When the falvation reigns within,
And grace fubdues the power of fin.
Our flesh and fenfe must be deny'd,
Paffion and envy, luft and pride;
While juftice, temperance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our fpirits up,
While we expect that bleffed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith ftands leaning on his word.
HYMN CXXXIII. Common Metre. [b]
Love and charity. 1 Cor. xiii. 2—7, 13.
Their faith and zeal declare,
All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there.
2 Love fuffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provok'd in hafte ;
She lets the prefent injury die,
And long forgets the past.
3 [Malice and rage, thofe fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though the endures the wrong.]
4 [She nor defires nor feeks to know
The fcandals of the time;
Nor looks with pride on thofe below,
Nor envies thofe that climb.]
5 She lays her own advantage by,
To feek her neighbour's good;
So God's own Son came down to die,
And bought our lives with blood.
6 Love is the grace that keeps her power In all the realms above;
There faith and hope are known no more,
But faints forever love.
AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler fpeech than angels ufe,
If love be abfent, I am found
Like tinkling brafs, an empty found.
2 Were I infpir'd to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Sull I am nothing without love.
3 Should I diftribute all my ftore,
To feed the bowels of the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a marty's glorious name;
4 If love to God and love to men
Be abfent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The works of love can e'er fulfil
HYMN CXXXIV. Long Metre. [*]
Religion vain without love.
Cor. xiii. 1--9.
HYMN CXXXV. Long Metre. [*] The love of Chrift fhed abroad in the heart. Eph. iii. 16, &c.
OME, deareft Lord, defcend and dwell
Then fhall we know, and tafte, and feel
The joys that cannot be exprefs'd.
2 Come, fill our hearts with inward ftrength,
Make our enlarged fouls poffefs,
And learn the height, and breadth, and length Of thine unmeafurable grace.
3 Now to the God, whofe power can do More than our thoughts or wishes,know, Be everlafting honours done,
By all the church, through Chrift his Son.
HYMN CXXXVI. Common Metre. [*] Sincerity and hypocrify; or, formality in worship John iv. 24. Pfalm cxxxix. 23, 24. OD is a fpirit, juft and wife, He fees our inmoft mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our fouls behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honour can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the difguife they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes falute the fkies,
Their bending knees the ground;
But God abhors the facrifice
Where not the heart is found,
4 Lord, fearch my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my foul fincere ;
Then fhall I ftand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.
HYMN CXXXVII. Long Metre.
Salvation by grace in Chrift. 2 Tim. i. 9, 10.
OW to the power of God fupreme
Be everlafting honours given;
He faves from hell, (we blefs his name)
He calls our wandering feet to heaven.
2 Not for our duties or deferts,
But of his own abounding grace,
He works falvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
3 'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Chrift his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
4 Jefus, the Lord, appears at last,
And makes his Father's counfels known;
Declares the great tranfactions past,
And brings immortal bleffings down.
5 He dies! and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rifing, he brought our heaven to light,
And took poffeffion of the joy.
HYMN CXXXVIII. Common Metre. [*]
Saints in the hands of Chrift. John x. 28, 29.
as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my truft;
If I am found in Jefus' hands,
My foul can ne'er be loft.
2 His honour is engag'd to fave
The meaneft of his fheep;
All that his heavenly Father gave,
His hands fecurely keep.
3 Nor death nor hell fhall e'er remove His favourites from his breast;
In the dear bofom of his love
They muft forever reft.
HYMN CXXXIX. Long Metre. [*] Hope in the covenant; or, God's promife and truth unchangeable. Heb. vi. 17-19.
OW oft have fin and Satan ftrove
my foul from thee, my God!
But everlasting is thy love,
And Jefus feals it with his blood.
2 The oath and promife of the Lord
Join to confirm the wondrous grace;
Eternal power performs the word,
And fills all heaven with endless praife.
3 Amidst temptations fharp and long,
My foul to this dear refuge flies;
Hope is my anchor, firm and ftrong,
While tempefts blow, and billows rife.
4 The gofpel bears my fpirit up;
A faithful and unchanging God
Lays the foundation for my hope,
In oaths, and promifes, and blood.