4 Jefus! my Shepherd, Hufband, Friend,
My Prophet, Prieft, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmeft thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
6 'Till then I would thy love proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the mufic of thy name
Refresh my foul in death.
Make me a clean heart, O God. Pf. li. 10.
For a heart to praife my God!
A heart from fin fet free!
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely fpilt for me.
2 A heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne,
Where only Chrift is heard to speak,
Where Jefus reigns alone.
3 A humble, broken, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd;
And fill'd with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy tender heart is ftill the fame,
And melts at human woe!
Jefus, for thee distrest I am;
I want thy love to know.
6 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above,
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, beft name of love.
The faithfulness of God in the Promifes.
EGIN my tongue, fome heav'nly theme,
And speak fome boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier name,
Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wonderous faithfulness,
And found his pow'r abroad,"
Sing the sweet promife of his grace,
And the performing God.
Proclaim "Salvation from the Lord,
"For wretched dying men,”
His hand hath writ the facred word,
With an immortal pen.
Engrav'd, as in eternal brafs,
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powr's of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.
5 His ev'ry word of grace is ftrong,
As that which built the fkies;
The voice, that rolls the stars along,
Spake all the promises.
6 Oh, might I hear thy heav'nly tongue
But whifper, Thou art mine!
Thofe gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.
7 How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heav'n fecure!
I trust the all-creating voice,
And faith defires no more.
Prayer for the King and the Royal Family.
ORD, thou haft bid thy people pray
For all that bear the fovereign fway,
And thy vicegerent's reign;
Rulers, and governors, and powers:
And lo! we humbly pray for ours;
Nor fhall we pray in vain.
2 Jefus, thy chofen fervant guard,
And every threatening danger ward
From his anointed head;
Bid all his griefs and troubles ceafe
Through paths of righteousness and peace
To life eternal lead.
3 Cover his enemies with fhame,
Defeat their proud malicious aim,
And make their councils vain;
Preferve him, Providence divine,
And let the long illuftrious line
To latest ages reign.
4 Upon him fhower thy bleffings down,
Crown him with grace, with glory crown,
With meeknefs, love, and power!
With wealth, profperity, and peace,
Our nation and our churches blefs,
Till time shall be no more.
ATHER, behold, with gracious eyes,
The fouls before thy throne;
Who now present their facrifice,
And feek thee in thy Son.
2 Well pleas'd in him, thyself declare;
Thy pardoning love reveal:
The peaceful anfwer of our prayer
To ev'ry confcience feal.
3 On me, on all, fome gift beftow;
Some bleffing now impart:
The feed of life-eternal fow
In ev'ry waiting heart.
4 Thy loving, powerful Spirit fhed,
Ánd fpeak our fins forgiven;
And hafte throughout the lump to spread
The fanctifying leaven.
5 O Father, glorify thy Son,
And grant what we require;
For Jefu's fake, the gift send down,
And anfwer us by fire..
6 Kindle the flame of love within,
Which fhall to heaven afcend;
And now the work of grace begin,
Which fhall in glory end.
EAREST Saviour, help thy fervant
To proclaim thy wond'rous love!!
Pour thy grace upon this people,
That thy truth they may approve:
Blefs, O blefs them,
From thy fhining courts above..
2. Now thy gracious word invites them
To partake the gospel-feast:
Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them;:
Every foul be Jefu's guest!
Let us find thy promis'd rest..
3 Come, thou foul-transforming Spirit, Blefs the fower and the feed:
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