V.

In every pang that rends the heart,
The man of forrows had a part;
He fympathifes with our grief,
And to the fuff'rer fends relief.
VI.

With boldness therefore at the throne,
Let us make all our forrows known;
And ask the aids of heav'nly pow'r,
To help us in the evil hour.

B'

LIX.

HEB. xii. 1.-13.

I

Ehold what witneffes unfeen
encompass us around

Men once like us with fuff'ring tried,
but now with glory crown'd.

II.

Let us, with zeal like theirs infpir'd, begin the Christian race,

And, freed from each incumb'ring weight, their holy footsteps trace.

III.

Behold a witness nobler still, who trod affliction's path, Jefus, at once the finisher and author of our faith.

IV.

He, for the joy before him fet, fo gen'rous was his love, Endur'd the crofs, defpis'd the fhame, and now he reigns above.

V.

If he the fcorn of wicked men with patience did fuftain,

Becomes it thofe for whom he died to murmur or complain?

Have

VI.

ye, like him, to blood, to death, the cause of truth maintain'd? And is your heav'nly Father's voice forgotten or disdain'd? .

VII.

My fon, faith he, with patient mind endure the chast'ning rod;

Believe, when by affliction tried, that thou art lov'd by God.

VIII.

His children thus most dear to him, their heav'nly father trains, Through all the hard experience led of forrows and of pains.

IX.

We know he owns us for his fons,
when we correction fhare;
Nor wander as a baftard race,
without our Father's care.

X.

A father's voice with rev'rence we
on earth have often heard;
The Father of our fpirits now
demands the fame regard.

XI.

Parents may err; but he is wife, nor lifts the rod in vain;

His chaft'nings ferve to cure the foul by falutary pain.

XII.

Affliction, when it spreads around, may feem a field of woe,

Yet there, at last, the happy fruits of righteousness shall grow.

XIII.

Then, let our hearts no more defpond, our hands be weak no more; Still let us truft our Father's love, his wisdom ftill adore.

F

LX.

HEB. Xiii. 20. 21.

I.

'Ather of peace, and God of love!
we own thy power to fave,

That pow'r by which our Shepherd rofe victorious o'er the grave.

II.

Him from the dead thou brought'ft again, when by his facred blood, Confirm'd and feal'd for evermore, th' eternal cov'nant stood.

III.

O may thy Spirit feal our fouls,
And mold them to thy will,

That our weak hearts no more may stray, but keep thy precepts ftill;

IV.

That to perfection's facred height
we nearer ftill may rise,
And all we think, and all we do,
be pleasing in thine eyes.

B

1.

Lefs'd be the everlasting God,
the Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
his majesty ador'd.

II.

When from the dead he rais'd his Son, and call'd him to the sky,

He gave our fouls a lively hope that they fhould never die.

111.

To an inheritance divine
he taught our hearts to rise;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
unfading, in the skies.