HYMN XC. Long Metre.

Praise for common Mercies.

1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess The various riches of thy grace; Crown'd with thy mercies, we rejoice, And in thy praise exalt our voice.

2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread; By thee were earth's foundations laid ; All the delights of our abode,

Proclaim the wise, the powerful God. 3Thy tender hand restores our breath, When trembling on the verge of death; Gently it wipes away our tears, And lengthens life to future years. 4 These lives are sacred to the Lord, By thee upheld, by thee restor❜d; -And whilst our hours renew their race, Still we would walk before thy face. 5 So, when our souls by thee are led Through unknown regions of the dead, With joy triumphant, they shall move To seats of nobler life above.

DODDRIDGE.

*or b

HYMN XCI. Long Metre.

Religion vain without Love.

1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspir'd to preach, and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.

3 Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the hungry, clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain ;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal
The work of love can e'er fulfil.

WATTS.

HYMN XCII. Common Metre.
The God of Nature.

1 HAIL, King supreme! all wise and good
To thee our thoughts we raise ;
Whilst nature's lovely charms, display'd,.
Inspire our souls with praise.

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Thy works engage our view;
And as we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.

3 Thy glory beams in every star
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the rising face of morn
With rays of cheering light.
4 Th' aspiring hill, the verdant lawn,
With thousand beauties shine;
The vocal grove and cooling shade
Proclaim thy power divine.

5 From tree to tree, a constant hymn
Employs the feather'd throng;

To thee their cheerful notes they swell,
And chant their grateful song.

6 Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage;

Still may our wondering eyes peruse
Thy works' instructive page.

PSALM XCIII. Particular Metre.
Praise to our Redeemer.

1 HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Thou didst free salvation bring;
By thy death thou didst release us
From the tyrant's deadly sting.
2 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favour,
Life is given through thy name.
3 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid;
Great High Priest by God anointed,
Thou hast full atorfement made!

4 Contrite sinners are forgiven,

Through the virtue of thy blood:
Open'd is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made with man and God.

5 Jesus hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side.

6 There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost our place prepare ;
Ever for us interceding,

Till in heaven we appear.

7 Glory, honour, power and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.

8 Help, ye bright angelick spirits,
Lend your loudest, noblest lays ;
Join to sing our Saviour's merits,
And to celebrate his praise.

*

RIPPON'S Collection.

HYMN XCIV. Common Metre. or b

Early Religion.

I HAPPY is he whose early years,
Receive instruction well;

Who hates the sinner's path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.

2 Our youth, devoted to the Lord,
Is pleasing in his eyes ;

A flower when offered in the bud
Is no vain sacrifice.

3 'Tis easier work, if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners, who grow old in sin,
Are harden'd in their crimes.

4 It saves us from a thousand fears,
To mind religion young;
With joy it crowns succeeding years,
And renders virtue strong.

5 To thee, almighty God, to thee
Our hearts we now resign;

"Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.

6 We'll do thy work, we'll speak thy praise,
Whilst we have life and breath;
Thus we're prepar'd for longer days,
Or fit for early death.

HYMN XCV. Leng Metre.

The Glory and Defence of the Church.

WATTS.

*

1 HAPPY the Church! thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace!
Thy holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God.

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly angels waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Built on the counsels of his love.

3 Thy foes in vain designs engage,
Against thy walls in vain they rage;
Like rising waves, with anger roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the power of earth or hell;
Since God defends this happy ground,
Like brazen bulwarks built around.
5 God is our sun, God is our shield,
Light and protection he will yield;
And we, beneath the genial rays,
Will sing his love, and speak his praise.

WATTS.

HYMN XCVI. Common Metre. *

Christian Moderation.

1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious steps, Still keep the golden mean;

Whose life, by wisdom's rules well form'd, Declares a conscience clean.

2 Not of himself he highly thinks, Nor acts the boaster's part;

His modest tongue the language speaks, Of his more humble heart.

3 Not in base scandal's arts he deals, For truth is in his breast;

With grief, he sees his neighbour's faults, And thinks and hopes the best.

4 What blessings bounteous heaven bestows, He takes with thankful heart;

With temperance he receives his food,
And gives the poor a part.