God, with one piercing glance, looks thro' 215
God moves in a mysterious way
God of my life, to thee I call,
Grace, triumphant in the throne,
Gracious Lord, our children fee,
HAPPY are they, to whom the Lord,
Hark, my foul! it is the Lord;
Hark! how time's wide-founding bell
Happy the birth where grace prefides,
Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are,
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
Hear what the Lord, the great Amen,
He who on earth as man was known,
Here at Bethesda's pool the poor,
His mafter taken from his head,
Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,
Honour and happiness unite
Honey, tho' the bee prepares,
How bleft the righteous are
How bleft thy creature is, O God,
How David, when by fin deceiv'd
How hurtful was the choice of Lot,
How kind the good Samaritan
How loft was my condition
How foon the Saviour's gracious call:
How fweet the name of Jefus founds
How tedious and taffelcfs the hours.
How welcome to the faints, when prefs'd
Hungry, and faint, and poor,
I AM (faith Chrift) your glorious head, Page 116
I afk'd the Lord that I might grow
If for a time the air be calm,
If Paul in Cæfar's court must stand,
If Solomon for wisdom pray'd,
If the Lord our leader be,
Incarnate God! the foul that knows,
In ev'ry objc& here I fee
In evil long i took delight,
In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
In themfelves, as weak as worms,
In vain my fancy ftrives to paint
Ifrael in ancient days
I thirst, but not as once I did,
I was a grov'lling creature once,
I will praife thee ev'ry day
I would, but cannot fing,
Jefus Chrift the Lord's anointed,
Jefus, to what didit thou fubmit
Jefus who bought us with his blood,
Jefus, whofe blood fo freely ftream'd
Jefus, where'er thy people meet,
Jefus is mine! I'm now prepar'd
John in a vifion faw the day
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
KINDLE, Saviour, in my heart
Kindred in Chrift, for his dear fake,
LEGION was my name by nature,
Let hearts and tongues unite,
Let me dwell on Golgotha,
Let us adore the grace that feeks
Let us love, and fing, and wonder,
Let worldly minds the world pursue
Lord, my foul with pleasure springs,
Lord, thou haft won, at length I yield,
Lord, who haft fuffer'd all for me,
Lord, what is man! extremes how wide,
MANNA to Ifrael well fupply'd,
Martha her love and joy exprefs'd
Mary to her Saviour's tomb
May the grace of Chrift our Saviour,
Mercy, O thou Son of David!
My barns are full, my ftores increase,
My former hopes are dead,
My God how perfect are thy ways!
My God! till I receiv'd thy ftroke:
My harp untun'd and laid afide
My fong-fhall blefs the Lord of all,
My foul once had its plenteous years,
My foul this curious houfe of clay,
My foul is befet
My foul is fad and much dismay'd;
NAY, I cannot let thee go
No ftrength of nature can fuffice
Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze,
Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
Now may fervent pray'r arise
Now may the Lord reveal his face,
Now, Lord, infpire the preacher's heart,
Now may He who from the dead
Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Often thy public means of grace,
Oft as the bell, with folemn toll,
Oft as the leper's cafe I read,
Oft in vain the voice of truth,
O God, whofe favourable eye
O David's Son, and David's Lord !
O Lord, our languid fouls infpire
O happy they who know the Lord,
O fpeak that gracious word again,
Oh! for a clofer walk with God
Oh, may the pow'r which melts the rock,
O how I love thy holy word
Once on a time a paper kite
Once perishing in blood I lay,
(Once, while we aim'd at Zion's fongs
On man, in his own image made,
On the fame flow'r we often fee
>One awful word which Jefus fpoke
One glance of thine, eternal Lord,
One there is, above all others,
Opprefs'd with unbelief and fins,
Our Lord, who knows full well
PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart,
Phyfician of my fin-fick foul,
Pleafing fpring again is here!
Poor Efau repented too late
Poor finners! little do they think
Poor, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am,
Pray'r an answer will obtain,
Preachers may, from Ezekiel's cafe,
Precious Bible! what a treafure
Prepare a thankful fong
QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
REFRESHED by the bread and wine,
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord,
Remember us, we pray thee, Lord,
Return to blefs my waiting eyes,
SAFELY thro' another week,
Salvation! what a glorious plan,
Sav'd by blood, I live to tell,
Saviour, fhine and cheer my foul,
Saviour, visit thy plantation,
See Aaron, God's anointed priest,
Sce! another year is gone!
See, how rude winter's icy hand
See! the corn again in ear!
See the gloomy gath'ring cloud
See, the world for youth prepares,
Shall men pretend to pleasure,
Sight, bearing, feeling, tafte, and fmell,
Simon, beware! the Saviour faid,
Sin, when view'd by fcripture-light,
Sinner, art thou still secure?
Sinners, hear the Saviour's call,
Sin enflav'd me many years,
Sin has undone our wretched race,
Some author (no great matter who)
Sometimes a light furprises,
Son of God; thy people's fhield!
Sov'reign grace has pow'r alone
Stop, poor finner! top and think
Strange and myfterious is my life,
Supported by the word,
Sweet was the time when firft I felt
Sweeter founds than mufic knows
The grafs, and flow'rs which clothe the field, 177
The Lord, our falvation and light,
The fpirit breathes upon the word,
The gath'ring clouds, with afpect dark,
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