LX. LONG METRE.
The Virgin Mary's Song: Or, The promised Meffiab born. Luke i. 46, &c..
UR fouls fhall magnify the Lord,
In God the Saviour we rejoice;
While we repeat the Virgin's fong,
May the fame Spirit tune our voice,
The Higheft faw her low eftate,
And mighty things his hand hath done;
His overshadowing pow'r and grace
Makes her the mother of his Son..
3 Let ev'ry nation call her blefs'd
And endless years prolong her fame;
But God alone must be ador'd;
Holy and rev'rend is his name.}
To those that fear and trust the Lord
His mercy ftands for ever. fure ::
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is fecure..
He pake to Abra'm and his feed,
In thee all all the earth be bless'd:
The memry of that ancient word.
Lay long in his eternal breast.
But now no more fhall Ifrael wait,
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn ;:
Lo, the defire of nations comes;
Behold the promis'd' feed is born J
CHRIST Our High Prieft and King; CHRIST Coming to Judgment. Rev. i. 5, 6, 7. TOW to the Lord that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 2 'Twas he that cleans'd our fouleft fins, And wash'd us in his richest blood; "Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jefus our atoning Priest,
To Jefus our fuperiour King,
Be everlasting pow'r confeft,
And ev'ry tongue his glory fing.
4 Behold on flying clouds he comes,
And ev'ry eye fhall fee him move;
Though with our fins we pierc'd him once
Then he displays his pard'ning love..
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to fee the day:
Come, Lord, nor let thy promife fail
Nor let thy chariots long delay.
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NOME let us join our cheerful fongs: With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues But all their joys are one.
Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry
To be exalted thus:
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was flain for us.
3 Jefus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;
And bleffings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth and feas,
Confpire to lift thy glories high,
And fpeak. thine endless praife..
5. The whole creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name.
Of him that fits upon the throne
And to adore the Lamb
CHRIST'S Humiliation and Exaltation.
WHAT equal honours shall we
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels fing,
Are far inferiour to thy name?
2 Worthy is He that once was flain,
The Prince of Life that groan'd and dy'd,
Worthy to rife, and live and reign.
At his almighty Father's fide.
3 Pow'r and dominion are his due,
Who ftood condemn'd at Pilate's bar,
Wisdom.belongs to Jefus too,
Tho' he was charg'd with madness there.
4 All riches are his native right,,
Yet he fuftain'd amazing lofs
To him afcribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross...
5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Inftead of fcandal and of fcorn ;;
While glory fhines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
6.Bleffings for ever on the Lamb,..
Who bore the curfe for wretched men :
Let angels found his facred name,
And every creature fay, Amen.
The Kingdoms of the World become the LXV. LONG METRE.
Kingdoms of the Lord: Or, The Day of Judgment. Rev. xi. 15.
ET the fev'nth angel found on high, Let fhouts be heard through all the iky! Kings of the earth with glad accord, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord...
Almighty God, thy pow'r affume, Who waft, and art, and art to come ;.. Jefus the Lamb, who once was flain, Forever live, for ever reign!! The nations fret and roar, angry That they can flay the faints no more; On wings of vengeance flies our God Το pay the long arrears of blood. 4Now muft the rifing dead appear; Now the decifive fentence hear; Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward.:
LXVI. LONG METRE. CHRIST the King at his Table. Solomon's Song i. 2, 3, 4, 5, 12, 13, 17.
ET him embrace my foul and prove Mine inter'ft in his heav'nly love; The voice that tells me, thou art mine, Exceeds the bleffings of the vine.
2 On thee thanointing spirit came,
And fpreads the favour of thy name;
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin fouls to meet thy face.
3 Fefus, allure me by thy charms,
My foul fhall fly into thine arms!
Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
4f Wonder and pleasure tunes our voice,
To fpeak thy praifes and our joys;
Our mem'ry keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.]; :
5 Though in ourselves, deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear,
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.
[While at his table fits the King,
He loves to fee us fmile and fing;
Our graces are our best perfume, [room.
And breath like spikenard round the
As myrrh new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Chrift to me.:
And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bofom, Lord, fhall be thy reft..
[No beams of cedar or of fir,
Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait until thy love
Raife us to nobler feats above.]
All earthly joy and earthly love,
Tell me, dear fhepherd, let me know
Where doth thy fweeteft paftures grow?
2.Where is the fhadow of that rock,
That from the fun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them reft, among them fléep.
Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns afide to paths unknown ?
My conftant feet would never rove,
Would never feek another love.
[The footsteps of thy flock I fee
Thy fweeteft paftures here they be ;
Awond'rous feaft thy love prepares, [tears.
Bought with thy wounds and groans and
His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink. his richest blood;
Here to thefe hills my foul will come,
Till beloved lead.me home.}.
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LXVIII. LONG. METRE. The Banquet of Love. Solomen's Song ii. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
EHOLD the Rofe of Sharon here, The Lilly which the vallies bear; Behold the Tree of Life that gives Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns fo lilies fhine :
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine.;-
So in mine eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thoufand meaner loves
Beneath his cooling fhade I fat,
To fhield me from the burning heat,
Of heav'nly fruit he fpreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
(4 Kindly he brought me to the place
Where ftands the banquet of his grace
He faw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this finking heart of mine ;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He fhows his thoughts how kind they be. I
6 O never let my Lord depart,
Lie down and reft upon my heart;
I charge my fins. not once to move,
Nor ftir nor wake, nor grieve my love.
HE voice of my beloved founds
Over the rocks and rifing grounds,
O'er hills of guilt and feas of grief,
He leaps, he flies to my relief.
2 Now through the veil of flesh I fee
With eyes of love he looks at me:
Now in the gospel's cleareft glafs
He fhows the beauties of his face.
3. Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties and his tongue;
Rife, faith my Lord, make hafte away,
No mortal joys, are worth thy ftay.
4 The Jewish wintry state is gone,
The mists are fled, the fpring comes on,
The facred turtle dove we hear
Proclaim the new the joyful year.
5 Th' iramortal vine of heav'nly root Bloffonts and buds, and gives her fruit; 1, Lo, we are come to taste the wine;
Our fouls rejoice and blefs the Vine..
6 And when we hear our Jefus fay,
Rife up, my Love, make hafte away!
Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leewe all earthly loves behind.
LXX. LONG METRE. CHRIST inviting, and the Church anfwering the Invitation. Solomon's Song ii. 14, 16, 17. ARK! the Redeemer from on high
"H Sweetly invites his fav rites nigh;
From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks and calls us out. My dove who hideft in the rock, Thine heart almost with forrow broke, Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, And let thy voice delight mine ear. 3 Thy voice to me founds ever sweet; My graces in thy count'nance meet; Though the vain world thy face defpife, 'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes. 4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thy invitation gives; To thee our joyful lips fhall raife The voice of prayer and that of praife. 5 I am my Love's, and he is mine;
Our hearts, our hopes, our paffions join Nor let a motion, nor a word,
14[I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refufe to come
To Sion's facred chambers where
My foul first drew the vital air.
Nor thought arife to grieve my Lord.
6:My foul to paftures fair he leads,
Amongst the lillies where he feeds;-
Amongst the faints (whofe robes are white
Wash'd in his blood) is his delight.
7 'Till the day break, and fhadows flee,
Till the fweet dawning light I fee,
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my foul in darkness mourn.
3. Be like a hart on mountains green,
Leap o'er the hills of fear and fin
Nor guilt nor unbelief divide
My Love, my Saviour from my fide.
LXXI. CHRIST found in the Street, and brought to the Church. Solomon's Song iii. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. FTEN I feek my Lord by night, mylove,
With warm defire and reftlefs thought I feek him oft, but find him not. 2 Then I arife, and fearch the street, "Till I my Lord, my Sayiour meet; I ask the watchmen of the night, Where did you fee my foul's delight? 3 Sometimes I find him in my way; Directed by a heav'nly ray ; I leap for joy to fee his face,
And hold him faft in mine embrace,
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LXXII. LONG METRE.
The Coronation of CHRIST, and Efpoufals of the Church. Solomon's Song iii. 2.
AUGHTERS of Sion come, behold
D'The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church,with joys unknown,
Plac'd on the head of Solomon.
2 Jefus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring
Accept the well-deferv'd renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
3 Let ev'ry act of worship be,
Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee;
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first receiv'd thy pledge of love.
The gladnefs of that happy day!
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forfake its hold,
Nor comfort fink, nor love
[Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice
Salutes mine ear with fecret joys;
No fpice fo much delights the fmell,
Nor milk nor honey tastes so well.]
Thou art all fair, my bride, to me;
I will behold no spot in thee.
What mighty wonders love performs,
And puts a comeliness on worms!
4 Defil'd and lothesome as we are,
He makes us white and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heav'nly drefs,
His graces and his righteousness.
5 My fifter and my spouse, he cries,
Bound to my heart by various ties,
Thy pow'rful love my heart detains
In ftrong delight and pleafing chains.
›6 He calls me from the Leopard's den,
From this wild world of beafts and men,
To Zion where his glories are;
Not Lebanon is half fo fair.
Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, or force my stay,
When Chrift invites
my foul away.
LXXIV. LONG METRE.
The Church the Garden of CHRIST. Solomon's Song iv. 12, 13, 15, and v. 1.
E are a garden wall'd around,
WE
Chofen and made peculiar ground;
A little fpot; inclos'd by grace,
Out of the world's wide wilderness.
2 Like trees of myrrh and fpice we stand,
Planted by God the Father's hand,
And all his fprings in Sien flow,
To make the young plantation grow.
3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, defcend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath...
4 Make our beft fpices flow abroad,
To entertain our Saviour God:
And faith and love, and joy appear,
And ev'ry grace be active here.
5 [Let my beloved come and tafte
His pleafant fruits at his own feaft;
I come my fpoufe, I come, he cries,
With lave and pleasure in his eyes..
16 Our Lord into his garden comes,
Well pleas'd to fmell our poor perfumes,
And calls us to a feaft divine,
Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.
7 Eat of the tree of life, my friends,
The bleffings that my Father fends;
Your taste fhall all my dainties prove,
And drink abundance of my love.
8 Jefus, we will frequent thy board,
And fing the bounties of our Lord :
But the rich food on which we live[give. 1
Demands more praise than tongue can
LXXV. LONG METRE.
The Defcription of CHRIST the Beloved.
Solomon's Song v. 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.
HE wond'ring world inquires to
know
Why I should love my Jefus fo:
What are his charms, fay they above
The objects of a mortal love?
2 Yes, my beloved to my fight
Shews a fweet mixture red and white...
All human beauties, all divine,
In my beloved meet and shine.
White is his foul, from blemish free§:
Red with the blood he shed for me; ¿
The fairest of ten thousand fairs ;
A fun amongst ten thousand stars.
4 [His head the fineft gold excels;
There wisdom in perfection dwells,
And glory like a crown adorns
Thofe temples once befet with thorns...
5 Compaffions in his heart are found,
Clofe by the fignals of his wound :
His facred fide no more fhall bear
The cruel fcourge, the piercing fpear.]
6 [His hands are fairer to behold
Than diamonds fet in rings of gold; Thofe heav'nly hands, that on the trea Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 7 Though once he bow'd his feeble knees Loaded with fins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command: His legs like marble pillars ftand.] 18 [His eyes are majefty and love, The eagle temper'd with the dove; No more fhall trickling forrows roll Through thofe dear windows of his foul:]
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