III.

Firm as his throne his promife ftands,
And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,

Till the decifive hour.

IV.

Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerufalem
Appoint my foul a place.

Saints in the hands of CHRIST, John x.

28, 29.

I.

IRM as the earth thy gofpel ftands,
My Lord, my hope, my truft:

FIM

If I am found in Jefu's hands,
My foul can ne'er be lost.

II.

His honour is engag'd to fave

The meaneft of his sheep;
All that his heav'nly Father gave

His hands fecurely keep.

III..

Nor death nor hell fhall e'er remove

His fav'rites from his breast;

In the dear bofom of his love
They muft for ever reft,

HYMN

Children devoted to God.

Gen. xvii. 7

10, Acts xvi. 14, 15, 33.

(For those who practise Infant-Baptifm.)

TH

I.

HUS faith the mercy of the Lord,
I'll be a God to thee;

I'll blefs the num'rous race, and they

Shall be a feed for me.

II.

Abrah'm believ'd the promis'd grace,
And gave his fon to God;
But water feals the bleffings now,
That once were feal'd with blood,
III.

Thus Lydia fanctify'd her houfe,
When she receiv'd the word;
Thus the believing jailor gave
His houfhold to the Lord.
IV.

Thus later faints, eternal King,
Thine antient truth embrace;
To thee their infant-offspring bring,
And humbly claim the grace.

HYMI

HYMN CX,

An Evening Song,

I.

READ Sov'reign, let my ev'ning fong,
Like holy incenfe rife;

Affift the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty fkies.
·II.

Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was ftill my guard,
And ftill to drive any wants away,
Thy mercy flood prepar'd,

III.

Perpetual bleffings from: above
Encompass me around,
But how few returns of love,
Hath my Creator found!
IV.

What have I done for Him that dy'd,
To fave my wretched foul?

How are my follies multiply'd,
Faft as my minutes roll!

V.

Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
To thy dear cross I flee,

And to thy grace my foul refign,

To be renew'd by thee.

Sprinkled

VI.

Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning bloody
I lay me down to rest,

As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.

Godly Sorrow arifing from the Sufferings of CHRIST.

I.

LAS! and did my Saviour bleed !

A And did my Sov'reign die?

Would he devote that facred head,

Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown !
And love beyond degree !

III.

Well might the fun in darkness hide,
And fhut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker dy'd,

For man the creature's fin.

IV.

Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears,

Diffolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But

V.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay,
The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can dɔ.

HYMN

CXII.

The Faithfulness of GOD in the Promif.

B

1.

EGIN my tongue, fome heav'nly then And speak fome boundless thing, The mighty works, or mightier name, Of our eternal King.

II.

Tell of his wond'rous faithfulnefs,
And found his pow'r abroad,
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.
III.

Proclaim"Salvation from the Lord,
"For wretched dying men,
His hand has writ the facred word,
With an immortal pen.

VI.

His very word of grace is ftrong,
As that which, built the skies;

The voice that rolls the ftars along,
Spake all the promises.

H