HYMN CL.

The same as the cxlviiith Psalm.

JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew
That angels ever bore:

All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.

But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways
Doth our Redeemer use

To teach his heav'nly grace!
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see

What forms of love
He bears for me.

(Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands;
Commission'd from
His Father's throne,
To make his grace
To mortals known.)
(Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvhtion came;
The joyful news
Of sins forgiv'n
Of hell subdu'd,

And peace with heav'n.)

(Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern and my Guide;
And thro' this desert land
Still keep me near thy side:
O let my feet
Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek
The crooked way.

(I love my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My Wand'ring soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock,
He calls their names,
His bosom bears.
The tender limbs.)

HYMN I. L. M.]

A song in praise to God from GreatBritain.

1 NATURE with all her pow'rs shall sing God the Creator and the King: Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 [Begin to make his glories known, Ye seraphs, that sit near his throne; Tune your harps high, and spread the sound

To the creation's utmost bound.] 3 [All mortal things of meaner frame. Exert your force, and own his name ; Whilst with our souls and with our

voice,

We sing his honours and our joys.] 4 [To him be sacred all we have, From the young cradle to the grave: Our lips shall his loud wonders tell, And ev'ry word a miracle.]

[This northern isle, our native land, Lies safe in the Almighty's hand; Our foes of vict'ry dream in vain, And wear the captivating chain. 6 He builds and guards the British throne, And makes it gracious, like his own: Makes our successive princes kind, And gives our dangers to the wind.] 7 Raise monumental praises high,

To him that thunders thro' the sky, And with an awful nod or frown Shakes an aspiring tyrant down. [Pillars of lasting brass proclaim The triumphs of th' eternal name: While trembling nations read from far The honours of the God of war.] 9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs: Britain, pronounce with warmest joy, Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. 10 [Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name: The strongest notes that angels raise, Faint in the worship and the praise.]

HYMN II. [C. M.]

The death of a sinner.

1 MY thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the dead;
What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!

* Ling'ring about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay:

Till like a flood with rapid force
Death sweeps the wretch away.
Vol. IX.

HYMN III. [C. M.]

The death and burial of a saint.

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too As fast as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And soften'd ev'ry bed:

Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And shew'd our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fу,
At the great rising-day.

3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, [lie; Moveless and firm this heart should Resolv'd (for that's my last defence) If I must perish, there to die. 4 But speak,my Lord, and calm my fear; Am I not safe beneath thy shade! Thy veng'ance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dares my soul invade. 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; Hosanna to my dying God:

And my best honours to his name.

HYMN V. [L. M.]

Longing to praise Christ better.

1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll

O'er the sharp sorrows of my soul, And read my Maker's broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by the cross; 2 When I behold death, hell and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine; And see the man that groan'd and dy'd, Sit glorious by his Father's side; 3 Mypassions rise and soar above, [love; I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. 4 But my heart fails, my tongue com

plains,

For want of their immortal strains;
And in such humble notes as these
Must fall below thy victories.

5 Well, the kind minute must appear
When we shall leave these bodies here,
These clogs of clay; and mount on high
To join the songs above the sky.

HYMN VI. [C. M.]

A morning song.

1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rolls the skies,

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav'n on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,

But mercy held thine hand.

5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
Andyet thou length'nest out mythread,
And yet my moments run.

6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.

HYMN VII. (C. M.)

An evening song.

1[DREAD Sov'reign, let myev'ning song Like holy incense rise; Assist the off'rings of my tongue

To reach the lofty skies.

2 Thro' all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar❜d.]
3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,

But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found.

4 What have I done for him that dy'd
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiply'd

Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee,

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And to thy grace my soul resign
To be renew'd by thee.

Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,

As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.

HYMN VIII. [C. M.]

An hymn for a morning and evening.
1 HOSANNA with a chearful sound,
To God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing pow'r
That rais'd us with a word;
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The ev'ning rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.

4 The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.

5 Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry gasp we draw.

6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings:
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

HYMN IX. [C. M.]

Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ.

1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die; Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I!

2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine The glorious suff 'rer stood!

3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker dy'd
For man the creature's sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er re-pay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.

HYMN X. [C. M.]
Parting with carnal joys.

1 MY soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath my feet,

And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,

Nor seek your friendship more ;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow'r.
There's nothing round the spacious
earth

That suits my large desire;
To boundless joys and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.

4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refin'd,
Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.

5 Th' almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The Glorious and the Great,
Brings his own all sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.)
Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd climb the heav'nly road;
There sits my Saviour dress'd in love,
And there my smiling God.

HYMN XI. [L. M.]
The same.

1 I SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along
Down to the gulph of black despair;
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams bad e'en convey'd me
there.

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,

That warn'd me of that dark abyss; That drew me from those treach'rous seas,

And bid me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above Istretch my hands, and glance myeyes: O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

5 There from the bosom of my God Oceans of endless pleasures roll; There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul.

HYMN XII. [C.M.]

Christ is the substance of the Levitical priesthood.

1 THE true Messiah now appears,
The types are all withdrawn;
So fly the shadows and the stars
Before the rising dawn.

2 No smoking sweets,nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kid, nor bullock slain;
Incense and spice of costly names,
Would all be burnt in vain.

3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,

When God himself comes down to be
The off'ring and the priest.

4 He took our mortal flesh to show
The wonders of his love;
For us he paid his life below,

And prays for us above.

5 "Father (he eries) forgive their sins, For I myself have dy'd ;"

And then he shews his open'd veins,
And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN XIII. [L. M.]

The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world.

1 SING to the Lord that built the skies,
The Lord that rear'd this stately frame;
Let half the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his name.
2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made ev'ry drop, and ev'ry dust,
Nature and time with all their wheels,
And push'd them into motion first.
3 Now, from his high imperial throne
He looks far down upon the spheres ;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hasty years.
4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gather'd in:
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast,
To shake it all to dust again.

5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies,
And light'ning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes,
There's a new heav'n and earth for you.

HYMN XIV. [S. M.]

The Lord's-day: or, delight in ordi

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nances.

WELCOME sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;

Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes!

The king himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;

Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,

And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

HYMN XV. [L. M.]

The enjoyment of Christ: or, delight in worship.

1 FAR from my thoughts vain world be gone,

Let my religious hours alone;

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heav'nly love. 3 (The trees of life immortal stand In fragrant rows at thy right-hand, And in sweet murmurs by thy side Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste then, but with a smiling face,
And spread a table of thy grace:
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.)
5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!

How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love.
Hail great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

HYMN XVI. [L. M.]

7 LORD, what a heav'n of saving grace
Shines thro' the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord, how we love thy charming name!
When I can say, my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all the earth calls good or great.
• While such a scene of sacred joys

Our raptured eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. 10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coasts of perfect light: Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love. 11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,

And pluck new life from heav'nly trees! Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below. 12 Send comforts down from thy righthand,

While we pass thro' this barren land,
And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN XVII. [C. M.]

God's eternity.

1 RISE, rise, my soul and leave the ground,

Stretch all my thoughts abroad, And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound To praise th' eternal God.

2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Jehovah fill'd his throne,

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Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.

His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity's his dwelling place,

And ever is his time.

4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,

And sees our ages waste.

5 The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast destruction come!
The creatures-look! how oldthey grow,
And wait their fi'ry doom.

6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,

And flame melt down the skies; My God shall live an endless day, When th' old creation dies.

HYMN XVIII. [L. M.]

The ministry of angels.

1 HIGH on a hill of dazzling light, The King of Glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels stretch'd for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go. Salute the virgin's fruitful womb;

Make haste, ye cherubs, down below, Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.' 3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elisha stands; Anon a heav'nly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's
hands.

4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wand'ring church below;
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come:
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.

HYMN XIX. [C. M.]
Our frail bodies, and God our preserver.
1 LET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death, nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord to thee,
What feeble things we are.

2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.