Sufpicions and complaints? Is he a God, and fhall his grace

Hide in the chambers of my grace

6 My fword fhall boast its thousands flain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heav'nly peace around my flock Stretches its foft and fhady wings.

XXXI. Referred to the ft Pfalm.

XXXII, COMMON METRE. Strength from Heaven. Ifa. xl. 27, 28, 29, 30.

• WHENCE do our mournful thoughts And where's our courage fled ?[arife! "Has reflefs fin, and raging hell,

Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' Almighty name,
That form'd the earth and fea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary, or decay?

3 Treafures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conqueft to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

Mere mortal pow'r fhall fadesand die,
And youthful vigour cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord,

Shall feel our ftrength increase.

5. The faints shall mount on eagles wings, And tafte the promis'd blifs, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is. XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, Referred to Pfal. 121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84.

Grow weary of his faints?

Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb,

The Bufinefs and Bleffedness of glorified Saints.
Rev. vii. 13, 14, 15, &c.

WHAT happy men, or angels, thefe,
That all their robes are spotless white?
Whence did this glorious troop arrive
At the pure realms of heav'nly light &

From tort'ring racks, and burning fires,
But nobler blood has wash'd their robes,
And feas of their own blood they came :
Flowing from Chrift the dying Lamb.
3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne
Sweet anthems to the great Three-Que,
With loud Hofannas' night and day,
Measure their bless'd eternity.

4 No more fhall hunger pain their fouls : He bids their parching thirst be gone, And spreads the shadow of his wings,

NOW

14, &c.

TOW fhal! inward joys arife,
my
And burst into a fong;
Almighty love infpires my heart,
And pleafures tune my tongue.

2 God on his thirty Sion hill

Some mercy drops has thrown, And folemn oaths hath bound his love To fhower falvation down.

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The Lamb, that fills the middle throne, Shall hed around his milder beams; There fhall they feaft on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. 6 Thus fhall their mighty blifs renew, Through the vast round of endless years, And the foft hand of fov'reign grace Heals all their wounds,and wipes their tears.

• THESE glorious minds, how bright they
Whence all their white array ? Ifbine!
How came they to the happy feats
Of everlasting day?

2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode,
And ftrangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jefus dying blood.

3 Now they approach a spotless God,`
And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps and facred songs,
Adore the Holy One.

4 The unveil'd glories of his face

Amongst his faints refide,
While the rich treasure of his grace...
Sees all their wants supply'd.

5 Tormenting thirft fhall leave their fouls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their fweet repaft.

6 The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly flock Where living fountains rise,

And love divine fhall wipe away
The forrows of their eyes.

XLII. COMMON METRE.

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1 While from the fkies his awful voice Bears the laft judgment down.

["I am the first, and I the last,

"Through endless years the fame ;

"I AM-is my memorial ftill, "And my eternal name.

"Such favours as a God can give, "My royal grace beftows;

"Ye thirfty fouls, come taste the ftreams " Where life and pleasure flows.]

2, 3, &c.

DORE and tremble, for our God

Is a *confuming fire;

His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.

2 Almighty vengeance, how it burns ;
How bright his fury glows!
Vaft magazines of plagues and ftorms
Lye treafur'd for his foes.

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And feek a wat❜ry grave;

The frighted fea makes hafte away, And fhrinks up ev'ry wave.

Heb. xii. 29.

"I'll own him for a fon;

"The whole creation fhall reward

"The conquests he has won.

"But bloody hands, and hearts unclean, "And all the lying race,

"The faithlefs and the fcoffing crew,

"That spurn at offer'd grace;

"They fhall be taken from my fight,
"Bound fast in iron chains,
"And headlong plung'd into the lake
"Where fire and darkness reigns."]
O may I ftand before the Lamb

When earth and feas are fled !
And hear the Judge pronounce my name
With bleffings on my head.

8 May I with those for ever dwell,
Who here were my delight,
While finners banish'd down to hell,
No more offend my fight.

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XLIX.

COMMON METRE. The Works of Mofes and the Lamb. Řev.xv. 3.

H Who would not fear thy name?
OWftrong thine arm is,mighty God,
Jefus, how sweet thy graces are!

Who would not love the Lamb? 2 He has done more than Mofes did,

Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell he freed our fouls,
And taught our lips to fing.
In the Red-Sea by Mofes' hand

The Egyptian hoft was drown'd;
But his own blood hides all our fins,
And guilt no more is found.

4 When through the defart Ifrael went,
With manna they were fed;
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.

Mofes beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place;

3

Now he bedews old David's root
With bleffings from the skies;
He makes the branch of promise grow,
The promis'd horn arise.

[John was the prophet of the Lord,
To go before his face,

The herald which our Saviour God
Sent to prepare his ways.

4 He makes the great falvation known,
He fpeaks of pardon'd fins;
While grace divine, and heav'nly loye
In its own glory fhines.
"Behold the Lamb of God, he cries,
"That takes our guilt away:
"I faw the Spirit o'er his head
"On his baptizing day.]
"Be ev'ry vale exalted high,

5

"Sink ev'ry mountain low; "The proud muft ftoop, and humble fouls Shall his falvation know.

"The Heathen realms with Ifrael's land, "Shall join in fweet accord; "And all that's born of man fhall fee The glory of the Lord.

O God the only wife,
Our Saviour and our King

To fee his Father's face.

Their humble praises bring,

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2 'Tis his almighty love,

His courfel and his care, Preferves us fafe from fin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare.

3 He will prefent our fouls Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.

Then all the chofen feed

Shall meet around the throne, Shall blefs the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom and pow'r belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting fongs.

LII. LONG METRE. Baptifm. Matth. xxviii. 19. Alts ii. 38. WAS the commiffion of our Lord, Go teach the nations, and baptize,

"TWA

The nations have receiv'd the word
Since he afcended to the skies.

2 He fits upon th' eternal hills,
With grace and pardon in his hands,
And fends his cov'nant, with the feals,
To blefs the diftant chriftian lands.

3 Repent, and be baptiz'd, he saith,
For the remiffion of your fins;
And thus our fenfe affifts our faith,
And fhews us what his gospel means.
4 Our fouls he washes in his blood,
As water makes the body clean;
And the good Spirit from our God
Defcends like purifying rain.

5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee,.. And feal our cov'nant with the Lord; O may the great Eternal Three

In heav'n our folemn vows record!

2 Our nation reads the written word,
That book of life, that fure record;
The bright inheritance of heav'n,
Is by the fweet conveyance giv'n.

3 God's kindeft thoughts are here exprefs'd,
Able to make us wife and blefs'd;
The doctrines are divinely true,
Fit for reproof, and comfort too.
Ye people all who read his love
In long epiftles from above,
(He hath not fent his facred word
To ev'ry land) praise ye the Lord.

LIV. LONG METRE. Liecting Grace: Or, Saints beloved in Chrift. Epb. i. 3, &c.

1 JEST

1 YESUS, we bless thy Father's name; Thy God and ours are both the fame; What heav'nly bleffings from his throne Flow down to finners through his Son ! 2 Chrift be my first elect, he faid,

3

Then chofe our fouls in Chrift our Head,
Before he gave the mountains birth,
Or laid foundations for the earth.

Thus did eternal love begin

To raife us up from death and fin;
Our characters were then decreed;
Blameless in love, a boly feed.

4 Predeftinated to be fons,

Born by degrees, but chofe at once;
A new regenerated race,

To praise the glory of his grace.

5 With Chrift, our Lord, we fhare a part In the affections of his heart; Nor fhall our fouls be thence remov'd, 'Till he forgets his first belov'd.

2

WHEN we are rais'd from deep diftrefs,
Our God deferves a fong;

We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah's tongue.

The gates of the devouring grave
Are open'd wide in vain,

If he that holds the keys of death
Commands them faft again.