For no foundation is there giv'n,
On which I'd place my hopes of heav'n,
But Chrift the corner-stone.
Poffeffing Chrift, I all poffefs;

Wisdom and ftrength, and righteousness,
And fanctity complete.
Bold in his name, I dare draw nigh,
Before the Ruler of the fky,

And all his juftice meet.

CXLI. A Glimpse of Glory. P. M.
WAY with our forrow and fear!
Believers will foon be at home;

A

The city of faints fhall appear,
The day of eternity come :
From earth we hall quickly remove,
Fly up to our native abode;
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.

Ah! who upon earth can conceive

The blifs that in heav'n they share?

And who this dark world would not leave, And chearfully die to be there?

Where Chrift is our light and our fun,

And we by reflection fhall fhine

With him everlastingly one,

And bright in effulgence divine!

'Tis good at thy word to be here; 'Tis better in thee to be gone; And fee thee in glory appear,

And rife to a share of thy throne: The tears fhall we wip'd from our eyes, When thee we behold in the cloud;

And echo the joys of the skies,
And fhout to the trumpet of God.

CXLII. An Evening Hymn. C. M. Now, from the altar of our hearts,

Let flames of love arife;

Affift us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening facrifice.

Awake our love, awake our joy,
Awake our heart and tongue;
Sleep not when mercies loudly call,
Break forth into a fong.
Minutes and mercies multiply'd,
Have made up all this day;
Minutes come quick, but mercies were
More fleet, and free than they

New time, new favour, and new joys,
Do a new fong require;

Till we shall praife thee as we would,
Accept our heart's defire...

Lord of our time, whofe hand hath fet
New time upon our score;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time fhall be no more.

CXLIII.

Another. C. M.

TESUS, the all-atoning Lamb,
Lover of loft mankind;

JE

Salvation in whofe only name
A finful world can find:

We afk thy grace to make us clean;
We come to thee our God:

Open, O Lord, for this day's fin,
The fountain of thy blood,

M.

Hither our spotted fouls be brought,
And ev'ry idle word,

And ev'ry work, and ev'ry thought,
That hath not pleas'd our Lord.
Hither our actions, righteous deem'd
By man, and counted good,
As filthy rags by God effeem'd,
Till fprinkled by thy blood.

To us then, O vouchsafe thy pow'r,
For pardon ftill to flee;

And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour
To wash ourselves in thee.

CXLIV.

O

Another. Sevens.

MNIPRESENT Lord, whose aid
No one ever fought in vain,

Be this night about my bed,
Ev'ry evil thought restrain;
Lay thy hand upon my foul,
Guard of my unguarded hours;
All my enemies control,

Hell, and earth, and nature's pow'rs.
Unto thee for help I feek,

Perfect, Lord, thy ftrength in me;
I am ftrong when I am weak,
Weak myfelf, but ftrong in thee.
Let not evil enter in,

Ev'ry wicked thought avert;
Stop the avenues of fin,

Keep the iffues of my heart,

O, thou jealous God, come down,"
God of fpotlefs purity!

Claim and feize me for thine own,
Confecrate my heart to thee.

W-Y.

Under thy protection take,
Songs in the night feafon give;
Let me fleep to thee, and wake;
Let me die to thee, and live.

CXLV. A Chamber Hymn. P. M.
W continual watching to keep,
THAT though my frail eye-lids refufe

And punctual as midnight renews,
Demand the refreshment of fleep¡
A fov'reign Protector I have,
Unfeen, yet for ever at hand!
Unchangeably faithful to fave,
Almighty to rule and command.
[From evil fecure, and its dread,
I reft, if my Saviour is nigh;
And fongs his kind prefence indeed
Shall in the night-feafon fupply:
He fimiles, and my comforts abound;
His grace as the dew fhall defcend;
And walls of falvation furround
The foul he delights to defend.

Kind author and ground of my hope,
Thee, Thee, for my God I avow
My glad Eben ezer fet up,

And own thou haft help'd me till now.
I mufe on the years that are past,
Wherein my defence thou haft prov'd;
Nor wilt thou relinquish at last,
A finner fo fignally lov'd.]

Infpirer and Hearer of pray'r,
Thou Feeder and Guardian of thine,
My all, to thy cov'nant care,
1, fleeping and waking, refign:

If thou art my fhield and my fun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And fast as my moments roli on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
Thy miniftring spirits defcend,.
To watch while thy faints are afleep;
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of Salvation to keep

Bright feraphs, dispatch'd from the throne,
Repair to their stations affign'd;
And angels élect are fent down,
To guard the elect of mankind.
Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervor is fill on the wing ;
Aud, while they protect my repofe,
They chaunt to the praife of my King :
I too, at the leafon ordain'd,

Their chorus for ever fhail join,
And love and adore, without end,
Their faithful Creator, and mine.

CXLVI. Sabbath Evening. C. M..

WHEN, O dear Jefus, when shall I

Behold thee all ferene,

Bleft in perpetual Sabbath-day,
Without a veil between?

Affit me while I wander here,

Amidt a world of cares;
Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my prayers.
Release my foul from ev'ry chain,
No more hell's captive led,

F