[But, oh, what beams of heav'nly grace
Tranfport them all the while!
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in ev'ry fmile!

Jefus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,
When I shall leave this houfe of clay,
To dwell amongst 'em there?

2 No fiery vengeance now,

No burning wrath comes down ; If justice calls for finners blood,

The Saviour fhews his own. 3. Before his Father's eye

Our humble fuit he moves; The Father lays his thunder by,

And looks, and fmiles, and loves. 4 Now, may our joyful tongues

Our Maker's honours fing: Jefus, the priest, receives our fongs, And bears them to the King.

5 [We bow before his face, And found his glories high, "Hofanna to the God of grace, That lays his thunder by.]

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COMMON METRE.

The fame.

LIFT up your eyes to th' heav'nly feat
Where your Redeemer stays:

Kind interceffour, there he fits,

And loves, and pleads, and prays.
2 'Twas well, my foul, he dy'd for thee,
And fhed his vital blood,
Appeas'd stern justice on the tree,
And then arofe to God.

3 Petitions now and praise may rife,
And faints their off'rings bring,
The priest with his own facrifice
Prefents them to the King.

4 [Let Papifts truft what names they please,
Their faints and angels boat;
We've no fuch advocates as thefe,
Nor pray to th' heav'nly host.]

5 Jefus alone fhall bear my cries

Up to his Father's throne:
He, deareft Lord, perfumes my fighs,
And fweetens ev'ry groan.

16 [Ten thousand praises to the King, Hofanna in the higheft;

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Ten thousand thanks our fpirits bring
To God, and to his Chrift.]

APPY the heart where graces reign

H Where love infpires the breaft:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear :

Our stubborn fins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there,

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In fwift obedience move;
The devils know, and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and fings,
When faith and hope fhall ceafe;
'Tis this fhall ftrike our joyful strings
In the fweet realms of blifs.

5 Before we quite forfake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To fee our fmiling God.

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XXXIX. COMMON METRE.
The Shortnefs and Mifery of Life.

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UR days, alas! our mortal days
Are fhort, and wretched too;
Evil and few, the patriarch fays,
And well the patriarch knew.

2 'Tis but at beft a narrow bound
That heav'n allows to men,
And pains and fins run thro' the round
Of threefcore years and ten.

3 Well, if ye must be fad and few,
Run on my days, in haste;
Moments of fin and months of woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heav'nly love prepare my foul,
And call her to the fkies,
Where years of long falvation roll,
And glory never dies.

XL. COMMON METRE.

Our Comfort in the Covenant made with

CHRIST.

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2 The fwallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note;
The lark mounts upwards tow'rd t
And tunes her warbling throat. [skie

OURGod, how firm his prom fa fands, And we, when in thy prefence, Lord,

Ev'n when he hides his face!

He trufts, in our Redeemer's hands,

His glory and his grace.

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We fhout with joyful tongues ; Or fitting round our Father's board, We crown the feast with songs.

2 Then why, my foul, thefe fad complaints, 4 While Jefus fhines with quick'ning grace

Since Chrift and we are one?

Thy God is faithful to his faints,

Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd,
And part of heav'n poffefs'd;

I praife his name for grace receiv'd,
And truft him for the reft.

Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kindoms and men would vanish foon;
Vanish, as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I fhould perceive the noife no more
Than we can hear a fhaking leaf
While rattling thunders round us roar.
Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my pow'rs fhall bow and fing,
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

XLII. COMMON METRE.
Delight in God.

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We fing and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,

We faint and tire and die.
5 Juft as we fee the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state,
Wand'ring the flies through all the gro
And mourns her loving mate.

6 Juft fo our thoughts from thing to thing
In reftlefs circles rove;

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Juft fo we droop and hang the wing
When Jefus hides his love.

XLIII. LONG METRE.
CHRIST's Sufferings and Glory.
TOW for a tune of lofty praise
great Jehovah's equal Son!
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
Awake, my voice in heav'nly lays,

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Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above;
How fwift and joyful was his flight
On wings of everlasting love.

[Down to this bafe, this finful earth
He came to raise our nature high;
He came t' atone almighty wrath;
Jefus the God was born to die. }
4[Hell and its lions roar'd around,
His precious blood the monsters fpilt;
While weighty forrows prefs'd him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.]
5 Deep in the fhades of gloomy death
Th' almighty captive pris'ner lay;
Th' almighty captive left the earth,
And rofe to everlasting day.

6 Lift up your eyes, ye fons of light,
Up to his throne of fhining grace;
See what immortal glories fit
Round the fweet beauties of his face.

My God, what endless pleasures dwell 7 Amongst a thousand harps and fongs

Above at thy right hand!

The courts below, how amiable,

Where all thy graces stand !.

Jefus the God exalted reigns,

His facred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heav'nly plains!

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XLIV. LONG METRE.
Hell: Or the Vengeance of GOD.

His goodness, how amazing great!
And what a condescending God!]

WITH holy fear, and humble fong, 3 God that muft stoop to view the skies,

The dreadful God our fouls adore,
Rev'rence and awe becomes the tongue
That fpeaks the terrours of his pow'r.
2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells,
The land of horrour and despair,
Juftice has built a difmal hell,
And laid her ftores of vengeance there.
3 [Eternal plagues, and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks and fi'ry coals,
And darts t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd in the blood of damned fouls.
4 There Satan the firft finner lies,

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And roars, and bites his iron band's
In vain the rebel ftrives to rise,

Crush'dwith the weight of both thy hands.]
5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath the rod;
Once they could fcorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incens'd a dreadful God.

6 Tremble, my foul, and kifs the Son;
Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call ;; .
Elfe your damnation hastens on,
And ́hell gapes wide to wait your fall.

XLV. LONG METRE.
GOD'S Condefcenfion to our Worship.
HY favours, Lord, furprize our fouls;
Will the eternal dwell with us?

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What canst thou find beneath the poles,
To tempt thy chariot downward thus ?
2. Still might he fill his ftarry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's fongs;
But heav'nly Majefty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.
3 Great God! what poor returns, we pay
For love fo infinite as thine :

Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compaffion's all divine.

And bow to fee what angels do,
Down to the earth he calts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downwards too.]
4 He over-rules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs:
On humble fouls the King of kings
Beftows his counfels and his cares.

5 Our forrows and our tears we pour
Into the bofom of our God;

He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps to bear the heavy load.
6 In vain might lofty princes try
Such condefcenfion to perform;
For worms were never rais'd fo high,
Above their meaneft fellow-worm.
17 Oh! could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace,
To the third heav'n our fongs fhould rife,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.

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XLVII. LONG METRE.
Glory and Grace in the Perfon of CHRIST.
OW to the Lord a noble fong!
Awake, my foul; awake, my
Hafanna to the eternal name,
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And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it fhines in Jefus' face,
God, in the perfon of his Son,
The brighteft image of his grace;

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Has all his mightiest works outdone.
Proclaim the wife, the pow'rful God,
The fpacious earth, and fpreading flood
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star :
4.But in his looks a glory stands,
The nobleft labour of thine hands ::

The pleafing luftre of his eyes

Outfhines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace! tis a fweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels dwell upon the found;
Ye heav'ns reflect it to the ground!
6 Oh, may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And fing his name to harps of gold !