5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;

Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year,

MY

HYMN 274. C. M.
Delight in Ordinances.

Y soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays :
And light breaks in upon our eyes
With kind and quick'ning rays.

3 With his rich gifts, the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place,

While Christ reveals his wond'rous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;

And still we seek thy mercies there,
And sing thy praises still.

HYMN 275. C. M.

Brotherly Love.

LO, what an entertaining view

Are brethren that agree!

Brethren, whose cheerful hearts pursue
The path to unity!

WATTS

WATTS.

2 When streams of love from Christ, the Spring, Descend to ev'ry soul,

And heavenly peace with balmy wing
Shades and bedews the whole :

3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet
On Aaron's reverend head,

The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.

2

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.

HYMN 276.

WATTS, altered.

Tens and Elevens Metre.

The eternal and Sovereign God. Ps. xciii.

THE

HE Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high,
His robes of state are strength and majesty ;
This wide creation rose at his command,
Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand :
Long stood his throne ere he began creation,
And his own godhead is the firm foundation.

God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain
Raise thy rebellion to confound thy reign:
In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise,

And roar, and toss their waves against the skies, Foaming at heaven they rage with wild commotion, But heaven's high arches scorn the swelling ocean. } Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, be still; And the mad world obedient to his will:

Built on his truth, his church must ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand: See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him. WATTS.

2

HYMN 277. S. M.

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies.
BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie.

Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3 "Tis he forgives thy sins,
"Tis he relieves thy pain,

'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,

5

6

When ransom'd from the grave; He who redeem'd my soul from hell Hath Sov'reign Power to save.

He fills the poor with good;

He gives the suff'rers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud,

And justice for th' oppress'd.

His wond'rous works and ways

He made by Moses known:

But sent the world his truth and grace

By his beloved Son.

The Resurrection of the Martyrs. Rev. vii. 13, &c.

"TH

WATTS.

HESE glorious minds, how bright they shine;
Whence all their white array ?

How came they to the happy seats

Of everlasting day?"

2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,

And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.

3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne:

Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.

4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Among his saints reside,

While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supply'd.

5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;

The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.

WATTS.

6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away

The sorrows of their eyes.

HYMN 279. S. M.

The Blessedness of Gospel Times. Isa. v. 2, 7, &c.
[OW beauteous are their feet

How

Who stand on Zion's hill,

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice,
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King!
He reigns and triumphs here."
How happy are our ears,

3

That hear this joyful sound,

Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought but never found!

How blessed are our eyes,

5

6

That see this heavenly light;

Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But dy'd without the sight.

The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad;

Let ev'ry nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

HYMN 280. C. M.

The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Ps. lxxi. 5—9

Y

My God, mine everlasting hope,

I live upon thy truth;

Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.

WATTS.

2 New wonders, Lord, mine eyes have seen
With each revolving year;

Thou know'st the days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.

3 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God my strength depart?

4 Down to the silent vale of death
Will be my next remove;

O, may these poor remains of breath
Declare thy wond'rous love!

5 Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name
When I shall quit the stage.

6 By long experience I have known
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.

7 When I am bury'd in the dust,
My flesh shall be thy care;

These with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

HYMN 281. L. M.

WATTS

Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate things in Scripture. O, worship at Immanuel's feet,

See in his face what wonders meet!

Earth is too narrow to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2 The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colours not her own.

3 Is he compar'd to Wine or Bread;
Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed :