None but a living pow'r unites
To Chrift the living head.

3 'Tis faith that charges all the heart;
'Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all finful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell,
By a celeftial pow'r ;

This is the grace that fhall prevail,

In the decifive hour.

CXLVIII.

The inward Witness

of Christianity, 1 John. v. 10.

1

Q

UESTIONS and doubts be heard no more;

Let Chrift and joy be all our theme:

His Spirit feals his gospel fure,

To ev'ry foul that trufts in him.

2 Jefus, thy witness fpeaks within,
The mercy which thy words reveal ;
Refines the heart from sense and fin,
And ftamps it's own celeftial feal.

3 'Tis God's inimitable hand

That moulds and forms the heart anew;
Blafphemers now no more withstand,
But bow and own the gofpel true.

4 The guilty wretch that trufts thy blood,
Finds peace and pardon at the cross :

The finful foul, averfe to God,
Believes, and love his maker's laws.

5 Learning and wit may ceafe their ftrife,
When miracles with glory shine;
The voice that calls the dead to life,
Muft be almighty and divine.

CXLIX. The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked. Pfal. i.

1

BLEST is the man who shuns the place

Where, finners love to meet

Who fears to tread their wicked ways
And hates the fcoffer's feat.

2 But in the ftatutes of the Lord,
Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads, or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

[3 He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,
By living waters fet,

Safe from the ftorms and blafting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.]

4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,

Shall his profeffion shine: While fruits of holiness appear,

Like clusters on the vine.

5 Not fo the impious and unjust :
What vain defires they form!
Their hopes are blown away like duft,
Or chaff before the storm.'

6 Sinners in judgment fhall not ftand,
Amongst the fons of grace;
When Chrift the judge, at his right-hand,
Appoints his faints a place.

7 His eye beholds the path they tread ;
His heart approves it well :
But crooked ways of finners lead
Down to the gates of hell.

CL. God our Defence. Pfal. iii.

MY God, how many are my fears!

How faft my foes increase!

Confpiring my eternal death;

How oft they break my peace!

2 The lying tempter would perfuade
There's no relief in heav'n :
And all my fwelling fins appear,
Too big to be forgiv'n.

3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength
Shalt on the tempter tread :

Shalt filence all my threat'ning guilt
And raise my drooping head..

4 What

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What tho' the hofts of death and hell,
All arm'd against me food;

Terrors no more fhall fhake my foul;
My refuge is my God.

5 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:
Bleffings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

CLI, God our Portion and Hope.
Pfal. iv. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.

God of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain:

Thou haft enlarg'd me in diftrefs;

Bow down a gracious ear again.

2 Ye fons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into fhame; How long will fcoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name?

3 Know that the Lord divides his faints From all the hofts of men befide:

He hears the cry of penitents,

4

For the dear fake of Chrift that dy’d.

When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteoufnefs;

We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pard'ning grace.

5 Let the unthinking many fay,

"Who fhall beftow fome earthly good"?

But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our fouls defire this heav'nly food.

6 Then shall our chearful pow'rs rejoice,
At grace and favour fo divine;

Nor will we change cur happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.

CLII.

For the Lord's-Day
Morning.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice afcending high:

To thee will I direct my pray❜r,

To thee lift up my eye.

2 Up to the hills where Chrift is gone,
To plead for all his faints;
Prefenting at his Father's throne,
Our fongs, and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whofe eyes,
The wicked fhall not ftand;
Sinners fhall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right-hand.

4

But to thy house will I refort,
To tafte thy mercies there :

I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

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