For things by nature felt and feen:
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures, mean, I neither have nor want.
3 Nothing on earth I call my own :
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And feek a city out of fight,
A city in the skies.
4 There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there, And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jefus bids me come!
I come, thy fervant, Lord, replies,
I come, to meet thee in the fkies,
And claim my heav'nly reft;
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breaft!
E fimple fouls that ray
Far from the path of peace,
That unfrequented way
To life and happiness;
How long will ye your folly love,
And throng the downward road,
And hate the wisdom from above,
And mock the fons of God!
2 Madness and mifery
Ye count our life beneath,
And nothing great can fee,
Or glorious in our death!
As born to fuffer and to grieve,
Beneath your feet we lie;
And utterly contemn'd we live,
And unlamented die.
3 Poor, penfive fojourners,
O'erwhelm'd with grief and wow,
Perplex'd with needlefs fears,
And pleasure's mortal foes:
More irk fome than a gaping tomb,
Our fight ye cannot bear,
Wrapt in the melancholy gloom
Of fanciful despair.
4 So wretched and cbfcure,
The men whom ye defpife,.
So foolish weak and poor,
Above your fcorn we rife:
Our confcience, in the Holy Ghoft,
Can witness better things;
For he whole blood is all our boaft,
Hath made us priests and kings.
5 Riches, unfearchable,
In Jefu's love we know,
And pleafures, from the well
Of life, our fouls o'erflow;
From him the spirit we receive
Of wifdom, grace, and pow'r,
And always forrowful we live,
Rejoicing evermore.
6 Angels our fervants are,
And keep in all our ways,
And in their hands they bear
The facred fons of grace;
Our guardians to that heav'nly blifs,
They all our fteps attend;
And God himself our Father is,
And Jefus is our Friend.
7 With him we walk in white,
We in his image fhine,
Our robes are robes of light,
Our righteousness divine:
On all the mortal kings of earth,
With pity we look down,
And claim, in virtue of our birth,
A never-fading crown.
ARK! how the gofpel-trumpet founds!
Thro all the earth the echo bounds!
And Jefus, by redeeming blood,
Is bringing finners back to God;
And guides them fafely by his word
To endless day.
2 Hail! all victorious conqu'ring Lord!
Be thou by all thy works ador'd,
Who undertook for finful man,
And brought falvation thro' thy name,
That we with thee may ever reign,
In endless day.
3 Fight on, ye conqu'ring fouls, fight on,
And when the conqueít you have won,
The palms of vict'ry you shall bear,
And in his kingdom have a share,
And crowns of glory ever wear,
In endless day.
4 There we fhall in fweet chorus join,
And faints and angels all combine,
To fing of his redeeming love,
When rolling years fhall cease to move,
And this fhall be our theme above,
In endless day.
KNOW that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me:
A token of his love he gives,
A pledge of liberty.
2 Thy love I Toon expect to find,
In all its depth and height,
To comprehend th' eternal Mind,
And grafp the Infinite.
3 When God is mine, and I am hie,
Of paradife poffefs'd,
I tafte unutterable bliss,
And everlasting rest.
AIL! thou once defpifed Jefus,
H Hail, thou everlafting King!
Thou didft fuffer to redeem us;
Thou didst free falvation bring.
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our fin and shame!
By thy merits we find favour;
Life is given thro' thy name.
2 Pafchal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our fins on thee were laid:
By almighty love anointed,
Thou haft full atonement made:
All thy people are forgiven,
Thro' the virtue of thy blood:
Open'd is the gate of heaven;
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jefus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide!
All the heav'nly hofts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's fide:
There for finners thou art pleading,
There thou doft our place prepare:
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honour, pow'r and bleffing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudeft praifes, without ceafing,
Meet it is for us to give :
Help, ye bright angelic fpirits!
Bring your fweeteft, nobleft lays;
Help to fing our Saviour's merits;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
TRUSTING IN GRACE & PROVIDENCE.
HYMN CLXXXII.
AIN delufive world adieu,
With all of creature-good,
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