But cheats the foul of heavenly things, 4 So, on a tree divinely fair, 1 Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poifon there, HYMN CLI. Long Metre. 'TWA WAS by an order from the Lord, His Spirit did their tongues infpire, And warm'd their hearts with heavenly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought, Confirm'd the meffages they brought; The prophet's pen fucceeds his breath, To fave the holy words from death. 3 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; There my Redeemer's face I fee, And read his name who dy'd for me. Let the falfe raptures of the mind Be loft, and vanish in the wind; Here I can fix my hope fecure; This is thy word, and must endure. HYMN CLII. Common Metre. [*] N The tempeft, fire and "fmoke; Not to the thunder of that word 2 But we are come to Sion's hill, Where milder words declare his will, Of angels cloth'd in light! The faints on earth, and all the dead, All join in Chrift, their living Head, 6 In fuch fociety as this 1 My weary foul would reft: The man that dwells where Jefus is, HYMN CLIII. Common Metre. The distemper, folly, and madness of fin. SIN, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is fovereign grace, 2 Our beauty and our ftrength are fled, 8 Madnefs by nature reigns within ; The paffions burn and rage; Till God's own Son with skill divine 4 [We lick the duft, we grafp the wind, Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jefus makes us wife.] 5 We give our fouls the wounds they feel, And rufh with fury down to hell; 6 [The man poffefs'd among the tombs, I 2 3 He foams and raves, till Jefus comes, HYMN CLIV. Long Metre. Self-righteoufnefs infufficient. WHE [b] [b] HERE are the mourners, faith the Lord, "That wait and tremble at my word? "That walk in darkness all the day? "Come, make my name your truft and flay. 4 5 1 "Look to my righteousness, and live; hands "With your own hands, to warm your fouls, HYMN CLV. Common Metre. [b] the deftroying angel flies To Pharaoh's ftubborn land! 2 He pafs'd the tents of Jacob o'er, 5 Jefus our Paffover was flain, And has at once procur'd Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, And God's avenging fword. HYMN CLVI. Common Metre. [b] Prefumption and despair; or, Satan's various tempta- · I tions. HATE the tempter and his charms; The ferpent takes a thoufand forms To cheat our fouls to death. 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, And holds us ftill in wide extremes, 3 Now he perfuades, "How eafy 'tis "To walk the road to heaven;" Anon he fwells our fins, and cries, "They cannot be forgiven." 5 66 4 [He bids young finners yet forbear And drags the fons of Adam down 7 Almighty God, cut fhort his power; 1 And, that he vex the earth no more, HYMN CLVII. Common Metre. [b] Nov The fame. Satan comes with dreadful roar, He worries whom he can't devour 2 Ye fons of God, oppole his rage, Thus did our deareft Lord engage, 8 Now he appears almost divine, But the old ferpent lurks within, 4 Fly from the falfe deceiver's tongue, Our parents found the fnare too strong, HYMN CLVIII, Long Metre. [b] Few faved; or, the almost chriftian, the hypocrite and apoftate. ROAD is the road thar leads to death, 1 BROA And thoufands walk together there; But wifdom fhews a narrow path) With here and there a traveller, 2 Deny thy felf, and take thy cross," And makes his own deftruction fure. HYMN CLIX. Common Metre. [*] An unconverted fate; or, converting grace. GREAT How, vile is our degenerate race, 2 From Adam flows our tainted blood, Makes us averfe to all that's good, 4 We live eftrang'd afar from God, 5 And can fuch rebels be reftor'd? Let finners fee thy glory, Lord, 6 We raise our Father's name on high, To bring rebellious ftrangers nigh, HYMN CLX. Long Metre. [b] 1 ET the wild leopards of the wood |