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H  Y  M  N  S 

AND 

Sacred  POEMS. 


B  Y 

y    M.A. 

Fellow  of  Lincoln  College,  OXFORD. 

AND 

CHARLES  WES  LET,  M.A. 

Student  of  Chriji -Church,  OXFORD. 


Let  tie  Word  of  CHRIST  dwell  in  You  richly  in  all 
Wlfdotn,  teaching  and  admonijhing  one  another, 
i»  Pfalms  and  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  finging 
<vjith  Grace  in  your  Hearts  to  the  LORD. 

Col.  iii.  1 6. 


The   FOURTH    Edition. 


Brijlol :  Printed  by  Felix  Farley. 

And  fold  by  the  Bookfellers  of  Brijtol,  Bath,  LOK~ 
don,  Ne-Jucajlle  upon  Tyne,  and  Exeter; — as 
alib  by  A.  Bradford,  in  Philadelphia. 

M.  DCC.  XLIII. 


TKe  PREFACE. 

I  i  f~}  O  M  E  Verfes,  it  may  be  obferv'd,  in  the 
,  \  following  ColleSion,  were  'wrote  upon  the 
^  Scheme  of  the  Myjlick  Divines.  And  the] B 
"'tis  ownd,  we  had  once  in  great  Venera- 
tion, as  the  be  ft  Explainers  of  the  Gcfpfl  of  CHRIST. 
Put  we  are  now  convinced  that  we  therein  greatly 
err'd;  not  knowing  the  Scriptures,  neither  die 
Power  of  GOD.  And  becaufe  this  is  an  Error 
•which  many  ferious  Minds  arefooncr  or  later  cxpofed 
to,  and  which  indeed  moft  eajlly  befets  thofe,  whs 
feek  the  LORD  JESUS  in  Sincerity;  we  believe  our- 
fefaes  indifpenjibly  obliged,  in  the  Prcfence  of  GOD 
and  Angels,  and  Men,  to  declare  wherein  wt  ap- 
prehend thofe  Writers,  Not  to  teach  die  Truth  as 
it  is  in  JESUS. 

2.  And  fir  ft,  we  apprehend  them  to  lay  Another 
Foundation  •  They  are  careful  indeed  to  pull  down 
tur  own  Works,  and  to  prove,  that  by  the  DEEDI 
of  the  Law  fhall  no  Flefh  be  juftified.  But  why  is 
this?  Only,  to  eitablifh  our  own  Righteoufnefs  in 
the  Place  of  our  own  Works.  They  fpeak  largely 
and  cwell,  againft  expeSing  to  be  accepted  of GO  D 
for  our  Virtuous  Actions :  And  then  teach,  That  we 
are  to  be  accepted,  For  our  Virtuous  Habits  or  Tem- 
pers. Still  the  Ground  of  cur  Acceptance  is  place J 
in  ourfelves.  The  Difference  is  only  this:  Commcit 
Writers  fuppofe  we  are  to  be  juftified,  for  the  Sake 
of  our  Outward  Righteoufnefs.  Thefe  fuppofe  i'.-t 
are  to  be  juftified,  for  the  Sakt  of  our  Inivard  Righ<- 
teoufnefs :  Whereas  in  Truth,  we  are  no  more  juf- 
tijied,  for  the  Sake  of  one  than  of  the  other.  Far 
neither  our  own  Inward  r.or  Outward  Righteouf- 
nefs, is  the  Ground  of  our  Jitftifiiation.  Holinefs  of 
Heart,  as  we//  as  Holinefs  of  Life,  is  not  the  Caitfe, 
but  the  Ejfefl  of  it.  The  Sole  Caufe  of  our  Accep- 
tance with  GOD  (or,  That  for  the  Sake  of  which, 
on  the  Account  of  wbid>  we  are  accepted)  is  the 

* 


iv  The  PREFACE. 

Rigbteottfnefs  and  the  Death  of  CHRIST,  in;  bo  fulfilled 
GOD\s  La-i'j,  and  died  in  our  Stead.  And  e-ven  the 
Condition  of  it,  is  fiat  (as  they  fuppofej  our  Holinefi 
either  of  Heart  or  Life:  But  our  FAITH  ALONE  ; 
'  Faith  contradijlinguijh'1  d  from  Holinefs  as  ivell  as 
from  Good  Works.  Other  Foundation  therefore  can 
110  Men  lay,  'without  being  an  A&oerjary  to  CHRIST 
find  his  Gofpel,  than  FAITH  ALONE,  Faith,  though 
nfceffarily  producing  both,  yet  not  including  either 
Got-d  Works,  or  Holinefs. 

3.  But  fuppojing  them  to  have  laid  the  Foundation 
right,  the  Manner  of  building  thereon  which  they 
f.d-i'ife,  is  quite  oppojite  to  that  prefcribed  by  CHRIST. 
-  He  commands  to  build  up  one  another.  They  ad- 
vi/e,  "  To  the  Defert,  to  the  Dcfert,  and  GOD 
•"  will  build  you  up."  Numberlefs  are  the  Com- 
jnendations  that  occur  in  all  their  Writings,  n»t  of 
Retirement  intennix' d  -i>:ith  Contverfatio?i,  but  ofaji 
i nt  ire  SecJuJion  from  Men,  (perhaps  for  Months  or 
Tears}  in  order  to  purify  the  Soul.  Whereas,  ac- 
tsrding  to  the  Judgment  of  our  Lord,  and  the  Wrr- 
' tings  ofhisApoftles,  it  is  only  when  ewe  are  knit  to- 
gether, that  we  have  Nourifhment  from  Him,  and 
increafe  with  the  Increafe  of  GOD.  Neither  is 
there  any  time,  ivben  the  weakeft  Member  can  fay 
to  the  ftrongeji,  or  the  ftrongeft  to  the  weakeft,  "  I 
*'  have  no  Need  of  Thee."  Accordingly  our 
Blcfled  Lord,  ivhen  his  Difdples  were  in  their 
nveakejl  State,  fent  them  forth,  not  alone,  but  Two 
by  T'wo.  When  they  ^jtjere  Jlrengthen1  d  a  little, 
not  by  Solitude,  but  by  abiding  nvith  him  and  one 
another,  he  commanded  them  to  wait,  not  fcparate 
but  being  affembled  together,  for  the  Promiie  of 
the  Father.  And  they  were  all  with  one  Accord 
in  one  Place,  when  thty  received  the  Gift  of  the 
Holy  Ghvft ,  Exprefs  mention  is  made  in  the  fame 
Chapter,  that  when  there  were  added  unto  them 
Three  Thoufand  Souls,  all  that  believed  were  to- 
gether, and  continued  iledfaftly  net  only  in  the  A- 

poftles 


The  PREFACE.  v 

poftles  Doctrine  but  alfo  in  Fellowfhip  and  in. 
breaking  of  Bread  and  in  praying  with  one  Accord. 
Agreeable  to  which  is  the  Account  the  Great  Apojtle 
gives  of  the  Manner-  which  he  had  bssn  taught  of 
GOD,  for  the  perfecting  of  the  Saints,  for  the 
edifying  of  the  Body  of  CHRIST,  even  to  the  End 
of  the  World.  And  according  to  St.  Paul,  all  who 
•will  ever  come,  in  the  Unity  of  the  Faith,  unto 
a  perfect  Man,  unto  the  Meafure  of  the  Stature 
of  the  Fulnefs  of  CHRIST,  mitft  together  grow  up 
into  Him :  From  whom  the  whole  Body  fitly  join'd 
together  and  compacted  (or  ftrengthnid}  by  that 
which  every  Joint  fupplieth,  according  to  the  ef- 
fectual Working  in  the  Meafure  of  every  Part, 
maketh  Increafe  of  the  Body,  unto  the  Edifying 
ofitfelfin  Love.  Ephefiar.s  iv.  15,  16. 

4.  So  widely  dijlant  is  the  Manner  of  Building  up 
Souls  in  CHRIST  taught  by  St.  Paul,  frum  that 
taught  by  the  Myjlicks!   Nar  do  they  differ  as  to  the 
Foundation,    or  the   Manner  of  Building    thereon, 
more  than  they  do  with  Regard  to  the-  Super JlruZlure. 
For  the  Religion  thefe  Authors  woifd  edify-ut  in,  is 
Solitary  Religion.    If  Thou  wilt  be  Perfect,  fay  they, 
"  trouble  not  thyfelf  about  Outward  Works.      It  is 
"  better  to  work  Virtues  in  the  Will.      He  hath  at- 
"  tained  the  True  Refignation,  who  hath  eftranged 
41  kimfelfffom  all  Outward  Works,  that  GOD 
"   may  work  inwardly  in  mm,-  without  any  turning 
'*  to  Outward  Things.     Thefe  are  the  true  War  - 
"Jhippers,    who  worjhip  GOD,  in  Spirit  and  in 

'  Truth.''''  For  Contemplation'  is  with  them,  the 
fulfilling  of  the  Law,  even  a  Contemplation  that 
"  conjijh  in  a  Ce/ation  from  all  Works" 

5.  Directly   oppojite  to    this    is    the    Gofpel    of 
CHRIST.     Solitary  Religion  is  not  to  be  found  there. 
"  Holy  Solitaries''1  is  a  Phrafe  no  more  confifttnt 
with  the  Gofpel  than  Holy  Adulterers.     The  Gofpel 
•/"CHRIST  knows  of  no  Religion,  but  Social;  n» 
Holimfi  but  Social  Holinefs.     Faith  working  by 
Love,  is  the  Length  and  Breadth  and  Depth  and 
Heighth  ofCbriJiian  Perfection,     This  Command- 

A  3  meat 


vi  The  PREFACE. 

ment  have  we  from  CHRIST,  that  he  who  love 
GOD,  love  his  Brother  alfo :  And  that  <vje  mani- 
feft  our  Lws  by  doing  good  unto  all  Men  ;  efpe- 
cially  to  them  that  are  of  the  Houfhold  of  Faith. 
And  in  truth,  lukofottutr  loveth  his  Brethren  not  in 
Word  only,  but  as  CHRIST  lo--ved  him,  cannot  but 
be  zealous  of  Good  Works.  He  feels  in  his  Soul 
a  burning,  reftlefs  Dttfire,  of  /pending  and  being  /pent 
for  them.  My  Father,  W//  he  fay,  worketh  hi- 
therto and  I  work.  And  at  all  pojfible  Opportuni- 
ties, he  is,  like  his  Mafter,  going  about  doing  good. 
6.  'This  then  is  the  Way:  Walk  Te  in  it,  whcfo- 
tver  Ye  are  that  ka<ve  believed  in  his  Name.  Te 
kno-w,  Other  Foundation  can  no  Man  lay,  than 
that  which  is  laid,  even  JESUS  CHRIST.  Te  feel 
that  by  Grace  Ye  are  fa-ved  thro'  Faith ;  fa-vett 
from  Sin,  by  CHRIST  form' d  in  your  Hearts,  and 
from  Fear,  by  his  Spirit  bearing  Witnefs  with  your 
Spirit,  that  Ye  are  the  Sons  of  GOD.  Ye  are 
taught  cf  GOD,  not  to  forfake  the  afiembling  of 
yourfelves  together,  as  the  Manner  of  fome  is ; 
but  to  inftru£i,  admonijh,  exhort,  reprove,  comfort, 
confirm  and  e<very  Way  build  up  one  another.  Ye 
have  an  Unclion  from  the  Holy  One,  that  teach- 
eth  you  ta  renounce  any  other  or  higher  Perfeflion, 
than  Faith  working  by  Love,  Faith  zealous  of 
.  Good  Works,  Faith  as  it  hath  Opportunity  doing 
good  unto  all  Men.  As  Ye  have  therefore  re- 
ceived JESUS  CHRIST  the  LORD,  fo  Walk  ye  in 
Him,  rooted  and  built  up  in  Him,  and  ftablifh'd 
In  the  Faith  and  abounding  therein  more  and  more. 
Only,  beware  left  any.  Man  fpoil  you  thro1  Philo- 
fphy  and  vain  Deceit,  after  the  Tradition  of  Men, 
-after  the  Rudiments  of  the  World,  and  not  after 
CHRIST.  For  Ye  are  complete  in  Him.  He  is 
Alpha  and  Omega,  the  Beginning  and  the  Ending, 
the  Firft  and  the  Lart.  Only  continue  in  Him, 
grounded, and  fettled  and  be  not  moved  away  from 
the  Hope  of  the  Gofpel :  And  when  CHRIST,  who 
is  our  Life  (hall  appear,  then  mall  Ye  alfo  appear 
vfid;  Him  in  Glory  f  HYMNS 


HYMNS 

A  K  D 

SACRED  POEMS. 

PART    L 

EUPOLI  s'  Hymn  to  the  Creator. 

From  the  Greek. 

UTHOR  of  Being,  Source  of  Light, 
With  unfading  Beauties  bright, 
Fulnefs,  Goodnefs,  rolling  round 
Thy  own  fair  Orb  without  a  Bound : 
Whether  Thee  Thy  Suppliants  caft 

Truth,  or  Good,  or  One,  or  All, 

El,  or  lao  ;  Thee  we  hail 

Eflence  that  can  never  fail, 

Grecian  or  Barbaric  Name, 

Thy  ftedfaft  Being  ftill  the  fame. 

Thee,  when  Morning  greets  the  Skies 
With  rofy  Cheeks  and  humid  Eyes ; 
Thee,  when  fweet-declining  Day 
Sinks  in  purple  Waves  away  ; 
Thee  will  I  fing,  O  Parent  Jove, 
And  teach  the  World  to  praife  and  love. 

Yonder  azure  Vault  on  high, 
Yonder  blue,  low,  liquid  Sky, 
Earth  on  its  firm  Bafis  plac'd, 
And  with  circling  Waves  embraced, 
All  Creating  Pow'r  confefs, 
All  their  mighty  Maker  blefs. 

TKo* 


i        HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Thou  fliak.'ft  all  Nature  with  thy  Nod, 
Sea,  Earth,  and  Air  confefs  the  GOD: 
Yet  does  Thy  pow'rful  Hand  fuftain 
Both  Earth  and  Heaven,  both  Firm  and  Main. 

Scarce  can  our  daring  Thought  arife 
To  thy  Pavilion  in  the  Skies ; 
Nor  can  Platans,  felf  declare 
The  Blifs,  the  Joy,  the  Rapture  there. 
Barren  above  Thou  Joft  not  reign, 
But  circled  with  a  glorious  Train, 
The  Sons  of  GOD,  the  Sons  of  Light, 
Ever  joying  in  Thy  Sight : 
(For  Thee  their  filver  Harps  are  ftrung,) 
Ever  beauteous,  ever  young, 
Angelic  Forms  their  Voices  raife, 
And  thro'  Heav'ns  Arch  refound  Thy  Praife. 

The  Feather1  d  Souls  that  fwim  the  Air, 
And  bathe  in  liquid  Ether  there, 
The  Lark,  Precentor  of  their  Choir 
Leading  them  higher  ftill  and  higher, 
Liften  and  learn ;  th1  angelic  Notes 
Repeating  in  their  warbling  Throats : 
And  e're  to  foft  Repofe  they  go, 
Teach  them  to  their  Lords  below : 
On  the  green  Turf,  their  mofiy  Neft, 
The  Ev'ning  Anthem  fwells  their  Breaft. 
Thus  like  thy  Golden  Chain  from  high, 
Thy  Praife  unites  the  Earth  and  Sky. 

Source  of  Light,  Thou  bidft  the  Snn 
On  his  burning  Axles  run ; 
The  Stars  like  Duft  around  him  fly, 
And  ftrew  the  Area  of  the  Sky. 
He  drives  fo  fwift  his  Race  above, 
Mortals  can't  perceive  him  move: 
So  fmooth  his  Courfe,  oblique  or  ftrait, 
Qljmpui  makes  not  with  his  Weight. 

As 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

As  the  Queen  of  folemn  Night 
Fills  at  his  Vafe  her  Orb  of  Light, 
Imparted  Luftre ;  Thus  we  fee, 
The  Sokr  Virtue  mines  by  Thee. 

Eire/tone  we'll  no  more, 
Imaginary  Pow'r,  adore ; 
Since  Oil,  and  Wool,  and  chearful  Wine, 
And  Life-fuitaining  Bread  are  thine. 

Thy  Herbage,  O  Great  Pan,  Mains 
The  Flocks  that  graze  our  Attic  Plains ; 
The  Olive,  with  frefli  Verdure,  crown'd, 
Rifes  pregnant  from  the  Ground  ; 
At  Thy  Command  it  moots  and  fprings, 
And  a  thoufand  Bleffings  brings. 
Minerva,  only  is  thy  Mind, 
Wifdom,  and  Bounty  to  Mankind. 
The  fragrant  Theme,  the  bloomy  Rofe, 
Herb,  and  Flow'r,  and  Shrub,  that  grows  . 
On  Tkeffalian  Tempe's  Plain, 
Or  where  the  rich  Sabeans  reign, 
That  treat  the  Tafle,  or  Smell,  or  Sight,  ^ 
For  Food,  for  Med'cine  or  Delight  j 
Planted  by  Thy  Parent  Care, 
Spring,  and  fmile,  and  flourifli  there. 

O  ye  Nurfes  of  foft  Dreams, 
Reedy  Brooks,  and  winding  Streams, 
Or  murm'ring  o'er  the  Pebbles  flieen, 
Or  Hiding  thro'  the  Meadows  green, 
Or  where  thro'  matted  Sedge  you  creep,  _ 
Travelling  to  your  Parent  Deep : 
Sound  his  Praife,  by  whom  you  rofej 
That  Sea,  which  .neither  ebbs  nor  flows. 

O  ye  immortal  Woods  and  Groves, 
Which  the  enamour'd  Student  loves ; 
Beneath  whofe  venerable  Shade, 
For  Thought  and  friendly  Converfe  made,. 


4.       HYMNS  and  SACRED  PoE?.:5. 

Fam'd  Hecadem,  old  Hero,  lies, 
Whofe  Shrine  is  fhaded  from  the  Skies, 
And  thro'  the  Gloom  of  filent  Night 
Projedb  from  far  its  trembling  Light ; 
You,  whofe  Roots  defcend  as  low, 
As  high  in  Air  your  Branches  grow  -, 
Your  leafy  Arms  to  Heav'n  extend, 
Bend  your  Heads,  in  Homage  bend : 
Cedars,  and  Pines  that  wave  above, 
And  the  Qak  bejov'd  of  Jove, 

Omen,  Monfter,  Prodigy, 
Or  nothing  are,  or  Jove  from  Thee  [ 
Whether  various  Nature  play, 
Or  re-invers'd  thy  Will  obey, 
And  to  Rebel  Man  declare 
Famine,  Plague  or  Waiteful  War. 
Laugh,  ye  Profane,  who  dare  defpife 
The  Threatning  Vengeance  of  the  Skies., 
Whilft  the  Pious,  on  his  Guard, 
Undifmay'd  is.ftill  prcpar'd : 
Life  or  Death,  his  Mind's  at  reft, 
Since  what  Thou  fend'lt  mult  needs  be  beft. 

No  Evil  can  from  Thee  proceed : 
'Tis  only  fuffer'd,  not  Decreed. 
Darknefs  is  not  from  the  Sun, 
Nor  mount  the  Shades  'till  he  is  gone; 
Then  does  Night  obfcene  ariie 
From  Erebus,  and  fill  the  Skies, 
Fantaftic  Forms  the  Air  invade, 
Daughters  of  Nothing  and  of  Shade. 

Can  we  forget  Thy  Guardian  Care, 
Slow  to  punilh,  prone  to  fpare  ! 
Thou  brak'ft  the  haughty  Perjians,  Pride, 
That  dar'd  old  Ocean's  Pow'r  deride ; 
Their  Shipwrecks  ftrew'd  the  Eubean  Wave, 
At  Marathon  they  found  a  Grave. 

Oye 


HYMN'S  and  SACRED  POEMS.        5 

O  ye  bleft  Greeks  who  there  expir'd, 
For  Greece  with  pious  Ardour  fir'd, 
What  Shrines  or  Altars  fhall  we  raife 
To  fecure  your  endlefs  Praife  ? 
Or  need  Vve  Monuments  fupply, 
To  refcue'what  can  never  die ! 

And  yet  a  Greater  Hero  far 
(Unlefs  Great  Socrates  could  err) 
Shall  rife  to  blefs  fome  future  Day, 
And  teach  to  live,  and  teach  to  pray. 
Come,  Unknown  Inftrudor,  come ! 
Our  leaping  Hearts  fhall  make  Thee  Room  . 
Thou  with  "Jove  our  Vows  malt  mare, 
Of  Jove  and  Thee  We  are  the  Care. 

O  Father  King,  whofe  heav'nly  Face 
Shines  ferene  on  All  Thy  Race, 
We  Thy  Magnificence  adore, 
And  Thy  well-known  Aid  implore : 
Nor  vainly  for  Thy  Help  we  call ; 
Nor  can  we  want :  For  Thou-art  All ! 


SOLITUDE. 

From  the  Latin. 

SOLITUDE!  where  (hall  I  find 
Thee,  pleafmg  to  the  thoughtful  Mind! 
Swe^t  Delights  to  Thee  belong, 
Untkfted  by  the  vulgar  Throng. 
Weary  of  Vice  and  Noife  I  flee, 
Sweeteft  Comforter,  to  Thee. 
Here  the  Mild  and  Holy  Dove 
Peace  infpires,  and  Joy,  and  Love, 
Thy  unmoleHed,  filent  Shade 
No  tumultuous  Sounds  invade : 
No  Stain  of  Guilt  is  feen  in  Thee, 
To  foil  thy  fpoilefs  Purity. 

•Hert 


6        HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Here  the  fmiling  Fields  around 
Softeft  Harmony  refound. 
Here  with  Angel  Quires  combin'd, 
The  Lord  of  his  own  pea&ful  Mind 
Glides  thro'  Life,  from  Bufinefs  far, 
And  noify  Strife,  and  eating  Care. 
Here  retir'd  from  Pomp  and  State 
(The  envy'd  Torment  of  the  Great) 
Innocent  he  leads  his  Days, 
Far  from  giddy  Third  of  Praife. 
Here  his  Accounts  with  ftudious  Care 
Preparing  for  the  laft  great  Bar, 
He  weeps  the  Stains  of  Guilt  away, 
And  ripens  for  Eternal  Day. 

Hoajded  Wealth  defire  who  pleafe, 
Tow'rs  and  gilded  Palaces. 
Fraudlefs  Silence  may  I  find, 
Solitude  and  Peace  of  Mind  ; 
To  all  the  bufy  World  unknown, 
Seen  and  lov'd  by  GOD  alone. 

Ye  Rich,  ye  Learn'd,  ye  Great,  confefs 
This  in  Life  is  Happinefs, 
To  live  {unknown  to  all  abroad) 
To  myfelf  only  and  my  GOD. 


The  Myjtery  of  Life. 

many  Years  I've  feen  the  Sun, 
And  call'd  thefe  Eyes  and  Hands  my  own, 
A  thoufand  little  Afts  I've  done, 

And  Childhood  have  and  Manhood  knowru 
O  what  is  Life !  and  this  dull  Round 
To  tread,  why  was  a  Spirit  bound  ? 

2  So  many  airy  Draughts  and  Line;, 

And  warm  Excursions  of  the  Mind> 

-Have  fill'd  my  Soul  with  great  Defigns, 

While  Practice  grovel'd  far  behind : 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.       7 

*O  what  is  Thought !  and  wlrere  withdraw 
The  Glories  which  my  Fancy  faw  ? 

3  So  many  tender  Joys  and  Woes 

Have  on  my  quiv'ring  Soul  had  Pow'r; 
Plain  Life  with  heightening  Paflions  rofe, 

The  Boaft  or  Burden  of  their  Hour : 
O  what  is  All  we  feel !  why  fled 
Thofe  Pains  and  Pleafures  o'er  my  Head  ? 

4  So  many  human  Souls  Divine, 

Some  at  one  Interview  difplay'd, 
Some  oft  and  freely  mixt  with  mine, 

In  lading  Bonds  my  Heart  have  laid : 
O  what  is  Friendfhip !  wr.y  impreft 
On  my  weak,  wretched,  dying  Breaft? 

5  So  many  wond'rous  Gleams  of  Light, 

And  gentle  Ardors  from  above, 
Have  made  me  fit,  like  Seraph  bright, 

Some  Moments  on  a  Throne  of  Love : 
O  what  is  Virtue !  why  had  I, 
Who  am  fo  low,  a  Tafle  fo  high  ? 

6  Ere  long,  when  Sov'reign  Wifdom  wills, 

My  Soul  an  unknown  Path  (hall  tread, 
And  itrangely  leave,  who  ftrangely  fills 

This  Frame,  and  waft  me  to  the  Dead ; 
O  what  is  Death?- — 'tis  Life's  laft  Shore, 
Where  Vanities  are  vain  no  more  ; 
Where  all  Purfuits  their  Goal  obtain, 
And  Life  is  all  retouch'd  again ; 
Where  in  their  bright  Refult  (hall  rife 
Thoughts,    Virtues,    Friendships,  Griefs    and 
Joys. 


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EPITAPH. 

AS K  not,  who  ended  here  his  Span ? 
His  Name,  Reproach  and  Praife,  was  Man. 
Did  no  great  Deeds  adorn  his  Courfe  ? 
No  Deed  of  His,  but  fhew'd  him  worfe : 
One  Thing  was  great,  which  GODfupply'd, 
He  fuffer'd  Human  Life — and  Dy'd. 
What  Points  of  Knowledge  did  he  gain  ? 
That  Life  was  facred  all — and  Vain : 
Sacred  how  high,  and  vain  how  low"? 
He  knew  not  here,  but  dy'd  to  know. 


V      I      R       ?      U      E. 

Altered  from  HERBERT. 

WEET  Day,  fo  cool,  fo  calm,  fo  bright, 

The  Bridal  of  the  Earth  and  Sky  : 
The  Dew  mail  weep  thy  Fall  to  Night, 
For  Thou  with  all  thy  Sweets  muft  die ! 

2  Sweet  Rofe,  fo  fragrant  and  fo  brave, 

Dazling  the  ram  Beholder's  Eye  : 
Thy  Root  is  ever  in  its  Grave, 

And  Thou  with  all  thy  Sweets  muft  die ! 

3  Sweet  Spring,  fo  beauteous  and  fo  gay, 

Storehoufe,  where  Sweets  unnumber'd  lie  : 
Not  long  thy  fading  Glories  ftay, 

But  Thou  with  all  thy  Sweets  muft  die .' 

4  Only  a  Sweet  and  Virtuous  Mind, 

When  Nature  all  in  Ruins  lies, 
When  Earth  and  Heav'n  a  Period  find, 
Begins  a  Life  that  never  dies ! 


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Upon  UJPning  to  the  Vibrations  of 
a  Clock. 

INSTRUCTIVE  Sound!  I'm  now  convinc'd  by 
Thee 

Time  in  its  Womb  may  bear  Infinity. 
How  the  pail  Moment  dies,  and  throbs  no  more  T 
What  Worlds  of  Parts  compofe  the  rolling  Hour ! 
The  leaft  of  thefe  a  ferious  Care  demands ; 
Fortho1  they're  little,  yet  they're  Golden  Sands; 
By  foine  great  Deeds  diftinguifh'd  all  in  Heav'n, 
For  the  fame  End  to  me  by  Number  given  ! 
Ceafe,  Man,  to  lavifh  Sums  thou  ne'er  haft  told ! 
Angels,  tho'  Deathlefs,  dare  not  be  fo  bold ! 


D    O    O    M   S    D    A    T. 

From  HERBERT. 

i   U  /"N  OME  to  Judgment,  come  away !  '• 

\^j  (Hark,  J  hear  the  Angel  fay, 
Summoning  the  Dull  to  rife)  • 

4<  Hafle,  refume,  and  lift  your  Eyes  ; 
"  Hear,  ye  Sons  of  Adam,  hear, 
"  Man,  before  thy  GOD  appear ! 

z       Come  to  Judgment,  come  away ! 
This,  the  Laft,  the  Dreadful  Day. 
Sov'reign  Author,  Judge  of  all, 
Duft  obeys  Thy  quick'ning  Call, 
Duft  no  other  Voice  will  heed : 
Thine  the  Trump  that  wakes  the  Dead. 

3       Come  to  Judgment,  come  away! 
Ling' ring  Man  no  longer  ftay ; 

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io     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Thee  let  Earth  at  length  reftore, 
Pris'ner  in  her  Womb  no  more  j 
Burft  the  Barriers  of  the  Tomb, 
Rife  to  meet  thy  inftant  Doom ! 

Come  to  Judgment,  come  away  f 
Wide  difperft  howe'er  ye  ftray, 
Loft  in  Fire,  or  Air,  or  Main, 
Kindred  Atoms  meet  again  ; 
Sepulchred  where'er  ye  reft, 
Mix'd  with  Fim,  or  Bird,  or  Beaft. 

Come  to  Judgment,  come  away » 
Help,  O  CHRIST,  thy  Works  Decay  • 
Man  is  out  of  Order  huri'd, 
Parcel  'd  out  to  all  the  World ; 
LORD,  thy  broken  Concert  raife, 
And  the  Mufick  fliall  be  Praife. 


SPIRITUAL  SLUMBER. 

From  the  German. 

Thou,  who  all  Things  canft  controul, 
Chafe  thio  dead  Slumber  from  my  Soul ;. 

With  Joy  and  Fear,  with  Love  and  Awe 

Give  me  to  keep  thy  perfect  Law. 

2  O  may  one  Beam  of  Thy  blefl  Light 
Pierce  thro',  difpel  the  Shades  of  Night : 
Touch  my  cold  Breail  with  heav'nly  Fire, 
With  holy,  conq'ring  Zeal  infpire. 

3  For  Zeal  I  figh,  for  Zeal  I  pant ; 
Yet  heavy  i,  my  Soul  and  faint : 
Witli  Steps  unwr^y'ring,  undifmay'd 
Give  me  in  all  thy  Paths  to  tread. 

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4  With  out-ftretch'd  Hands,    and   ftreaming 

Eyes 

Oft  I  begin  to  grafp  the  Prize  ; 
I  groan,  I  ftrive,  I  watch,  I  pray : 
But  ah !  how  foon  it  dies  away ! 

5  The  deadly  Slumber  foon  I  feel 
Afreih  upon  my  Spirit  fleal : 

Rife,  LORD;  ilir  up  Thy  quick'ning  Pow'iy 
And  wake  me  that  I  fleep  no  more. 

6  Single  of  Heart  O  may  I  be, 
Nothing  may  I  defire  but  Thee  : 
Far,  far  from  me  the  World  remove, 
And  all  that  holds  me  from  Thy  Love .' 


Z  E  A  L. 

^EAD  as  I  am,  and  cold  my  Breaft, 
*  Untouch'd  by  Thee,   Celeftial  Zeal, 
How  mail  I  fmg  th'  unwonted  Gueft  ? 
How  paint  the  Joys  I  cannot  feel  ? 

2  AM  me  Thou,  at  whofe  Command 

The  Heart  exuhs,  from  Earth  fet  free  ?• 
'Tis  Thine  to  raife  the  drooping  Hand, 
Thine  to  confirm  the  feeble  Knee. 

3  'Tis  Zeal  muft  end  this  inward  Strife, 

Give  to  know  That  Warmth  Divine  ? 
Thro'  all  my  Verfe,  thro'  all  my  Lite 
The  Adive  Principle  mall  mine. 

4  Where  fhall  we  find  its  high  Abode  ? 

To  Heav'n  the  Sacred  Ray  afpirer, 
With  ardent  Love  embraces  GOD, 
Parent,  and  Objeft  of  its  Fires. 

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5  There  its  peculiar  Influence  known 

In  Breafts  Seraphic  learns  to  glow ; 
Yet  darted  from  th'  Eternal  Throne, 
It  fheds  a  chearing  Light  below. 

6  Thro'  Earth  diffus'd,  the  Aftive  Flame 

Intenfely  for  GOD's  Glory  burns, 
And  always  mindful  whence  it  came, 
To  Heav'n  in  ev'ry  Wifh  returns. 

7  Yet  vain  the  fierce  Enthufiaft's  Aim 

With  This  to  fanftify  his  Caufe  ; 
To  flcreen  beneath  this  Awful  Name 
The  perfecuting  Sword  he  draws. 

8  In  vain  the  mad  Fanatick's  Dreams 

To  this  myfterioufly  pretend  j 
On  Fancy  built,  his  airy  Schemes 

Or  flight  the  Means,  or  drop  the  End. 

9  Where  Zeal  holds  on  its  even  Courfe, 

Blind  Rage,  and  Bigotry  retires  ; 
Knowledge  affifts,  not  checks  its  Force, 
And  Prudence  guides,  not  damps  its  Fires.. 

10  Refiftlefs  then  it  wins  its  Way  ; 

Yet  deigns  in  humble  Hearts  to  dwell : 
The  Humble  Hearts  confefs  its  Sway, 
And  pleas'd  the  ilrange  Expansion  feeL 

1 l  Superiour  far  to  mortal  Things, 

In  grateful  Extafy  they  own, 
(Such  antedated  Heav'n  it  brings) 
That  Zeal  and  Happinefs  are  one. 

1 2  Now  vary'd  Deaths  their  Terrors  Ipread, 

Now  threat'ning  Thoufands  rage —  In  vain  ! 
Nor  Tortures  can  arreft  its  Speed, 
Nor  Worlds  its  Energy  reflrain. 

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T3  That  Energy,  which  quefls  the  Strong, 

Which    cloaths    with   Strength    the   abject 

Weak, 

Loofes  the  ilamm'ring  Infant's  Tongue, . 
And  bids  the  Sons  of  Thunder  fpeak. 

*4  While  Zeal  its  heav'nly  Influence  fheds, 

What  Light  o'er  Mofes*  Vifage  plays  f ' 
It  wings  th'  immortal  Prophet's  Steeds, 
And  brightens  fervent  Stephen'1?,  Face. 

1 5  Come  then,  bright  Flame,  my  Breaft  infpire  i 

To  me,  to  me  be  Thou  but  giv'n, 
Like  them  I'll  mount  my  Car  of  Fire, 
Or  view  from  Earth  an  op'ning  Heav'n. 

16  Come  then,  if  mighty  to  redeem, 

CHRIST  purchas'd  thee  with  Blood  Divine : 
Come,  Holy  Zeal !  for  Thou  thro'  Him, 
JESUS  Himfelf  thro'  Thee  is  Mine  ! 


On  Reading  MonJ*.  de  Renty's  Life. 

WE  deem  the  Saints,   from  mortal  Flefiv 
releas'd, 

With  brighter  Day,  and  bolder  Raptures  blefl : 
Senfe  now  no  more  precludes  the  diltant  Thought, 
And  naked  Souls  now  feel  the  GOD  they  fought, 
But  thy  great  Soul,  which  walk'd  with  GOD  on 

Earth 

Can  fcarce  be  nearer  by  that  fecond  Birth : 
By  Change  of  Place  dull  Bodies  may  improve, 
But  Spirits  to  their  Blifs  advance  by  Love. 
Thy  Change  infenfible  brought  no  Surprize, 
Inur'd  to  Innocence  and  Paradife: 
For  Earth,  not  Heav'n,.  thou  thro'   a   GlafsT 

didft  view,  / 

The  Glafs  was  Love ;  and  Love  no  Evil  knew,.  I 
But  in  all  Places  only  Heav'n  did  ihew.  J 

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14      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Can'ft  Thou  love  more,  when  from  a  Body 

freed, 

Which  fo  much  Life,  fo  little  had  of  Need  ? 
So  pure,  it  feem'd  for  This  alone  defign'd, 
To  ufher  forth  the  Virtues  of  the  Mind ! 
From  Nature's  Chain,    from  Earthly  Drofs  fet 

free, 

One  only  Appetite  remain'd  in  Thee : 
That  Appetite  ic  mourn'd  but  once  deny'd, 
For  when  it  ceas'd  from  ferving  GOD,  it  dy'd. 


FA  R  E  w  E  L  to  the  Wo  R  L  D, 

From  the  French. 

1  T  T  7"  O  R  L  B  adieu,  Thou  real  Cheat ! 

VV        Oft  have  thy  deceitful  Charms 
FilTd  my  Heart  with  fond  Conceit, 
Foolifh  Hopes  and  falfe  Alarms ; 
Now  I  fee  as  clear  as  Day, 
How  thy  Follies  pafs  away. 

2  Vain  thy  entertaining  Sights, 

Falfe  thy  Promifes  renew'd, 
All  the  Pomp  of  thy  Delights 

Does  but  flatter  and  delude: 
Thee  I  quit  for  Heav'n  above, 
Objeft  of  the  nobleft  Love. 

3  Farewel  Honour's  empty  Pride ! 

Thy  own  nice,  uncertain  Gull, 
If  the  leaft  Mifchance  betide, 

Lays  thee  lower  than  the  Duft : 
Worldly  Honours  end  in  Gall, 
Rife  to  Day,  to  Morrow  fall. 


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4,  poolifh  Vanity  farewel, 

More  inconftant  than  the  Wave  J 
Where  thy  foothing  Fancies  dwell,  . 

Pureft  Tempers  they  deprave : 
He,  to  whom  I  fly,  from  Thee 
JESUS  CHRIST  mall  fet  me  free. 

5  Never  mail  my  wand'ring  Mind  . 

Follow  after  fleeting  Toys, 
Since  in  GOD  alone  I  find 

Solid  and  fubftantial  Joys : 
Joys  that  never  overpaft, 
Thro'  Eternity  mail  laft. 

6  LORD,  how  happy  is  a  Heart 

After  Thee  while  it  afpires  ?- 
True  and  faithful  as  Thou  art, 

Thou  fhalt  anfwer  its  Defires : 
It  mall  fee  the  glorious  Scene 
Of  Thine  Everlafting  Reign.. 


GIDDINESS. 

From  HERBERT. 

1  /"\  WHAT  a  Thing  is  Man !  from  Reft 

V  J     How  widely  diftant,  and  from  Pow'r ! 
Some,  twenty  {ev'ral  Men  at  leaft 
He  feems,  he  is,  each  fev'ral  Hour. 

2  Heav'n  his  fols  Treafure  now  he  loves ; 

But  let  a  tempting  Thought  creep  in, 
His  Coward  Soul  he  foon  reproves, 
That  ftarts  t'admit  a  pleafing  Sin. 

3  Eager  he  rufhes  now  to  War; 

Inglorious  now  diflblves  in  Eafe  ; 
Wealth  now  engrofles  all  his  Care ; . 
And  laviih  now  he  fcorns  Increafs, . 


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4  A  ftately  Dome  he  raifes  now : 

But  foon  the  Dome  his  Change  fhall  feel ; 
See,  level  lies  its  lofty  Brow, 

Cruih'd  by  the.  Whirlwind  of  his  Will! 

5  O  what  were  Man,  if  his  Attire 

Still  vary'd  with  his  varying  Mind  ! ' 
If  we  his  ev'ry  new  Defire 

Stamp' d  on  his  alt'ring  Form  could  find. 

6  Could  each  one  fee  his  Neighbour's  Heart, 

Brethren  and  Social  made  in  vain, 
All  would  difband  and  range  apart, 
And  Man  deteft  the  Monfter  Man. 

7  If  GOD  refufe  our  Heart  to  turn,. 

Vain  will  his  firft  Creadon  be  : 
O  make  us  daily  !  Or  we  fpurn 

Our  own  Salvation,  LORD,  and  Thee ! 


70  a  FRIEND  in  LOVE. 

ACCEPT,  dear  Youth,  a  fympathizing  Lay, 
The  only  Tribute  pitying  Love  can  pay  : 
Tho'  vain  the  Hope  thine  Anguifh  to  aflwage, 
Charm  down  Defire^  or  cairn  fierce  Paflion's  Rage; 
Yetiftill  permit  me  in  thy  Griefs  to  grieve, 
Relief  to  offer,  if  I  can't  relieve ; 
Near  thy  fick  Couch  with  fond  Concern  t 'attend, 
And  reach  out  Cordials  to  my  Dying  Friend. 

Poor  haplefs  Youth !  what  Words  can  eafe  thy 

Pain, 

When  Reafon  pleads,  and  Wifdom  cries  in  vain  f 
Can  feeble  Verfe  impetuous  Nature  guide, 
Or  ftem  the  Force  of  blind  Affection's  Tide? 
If  Reafon  cheeks,  or  Duty  difallows, 
"  Reafon,  you  cry,  and  Duty  are  my  Foes: 

"  Religion's- 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS,      rj 

<(  Religion's  Didrates  ineffectual  prove, 

"  And  GOD  Himfelf's  Impertinence  in  Love. 

What  art  Thou,  Love  ?  Thou  ftrange  myfte- 

rious  111, 

Whom  none  aright  can  know,  tho'  all  can  feel. 
From  carelefs  Sloth  thy  dull  Exigence  flows, 
And  feeds  the  Fountain  whence  itfelf  arofe : 
Silent  its  Waves  with  baleful  Influence  roll, 
Damp  the  young  Mind,  and  fink  th'  afpiring  SouL, 
Poifon  its  Virtues,  all  its  Pow'rs  reftrain, 
And  blaft  the  Promife  of  the  future  Man. 
To  Thee,  curft  Fiend,  the  captive  Wretch  con- 

fign'd, 

•"  His  Paflions  rampant,  and  his  Reafon  blind, 
Reafon,  Heav'ns  great  Vicegerent,  dares  difown, 
And  place  a  foolifti  Idol  in  its  Throne  : 
Or  wildly  raife  his  frantick  Raptures  higher, 
And  pour  out  Blafphemies  at  thy  Defire. 
At  thy  Defire  he  bids  a  Creature  fhine, 
He  decks  a  Worm  with  Attributes  Divine  ; 
Hers  to  Angelic  Beauties  dares  prefer, 
"  Angels  are  painted  fair  to  look  like  Her ! 
Before  her  Shrine  the  lowly  Suppliant  laid, 
Adores  the  Idol  that  himfelf  has  made : 
From  her  Almighty  Breath  his  Doom  receives, 
Dies  by  her  Frown,  as  by  her  Smile  he  lives. 
Supreme  (he  reigns  in  all-fufficient  State, 
To  her  he  bows,  from  her  expefts  his  Fate, 
"  Heav'n  in  her  Love,  Damnation  in  her  Hate. 
He  rears  unhallow'd  Altars  to  her  Name, 
Where  Luft  lights  up  a  black,  polluted  Flame ; 
Where  Sighs  impure,  as  impious  Incenle  rife, 
Himfelf  the  Prieft,  his  Heart  the  Sacrifice : 
And  thus  GOD's  Sacred  Word  his  Horrid  Pray 
fupplies. 


lame; 
rife,  -) 

:      V 

'ray'r  f 


"  Center  of  all  Perfection,  Source  of  Blifs, 
In  whom  thy  Creature  lives,  and  moves,  and  is, 

"  Save, 


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Save,  or  I  perifh !  hear  my  humble  Prayrr, 
Sp-re  Thy  poor  Servant — O  in  Mercy  fpare. 
Thou  art  my  Joy,  on  Thee  alone  I  Troft, 
Hide  not  Thy  Face,  nor  frown  me  into  Duft. 
Send  forth  Thy  Breath,  and  rais'd  again  I  fee 
My  Joy,  my  Life,  my  Final  Blifs  in  Thee. 
For  Thee  I  Am :  for  Thee  I  all  refign, 
Be  Thou  my  One  thing  Needful,  Ever  Mine ! 

But  O  forbear,  prefumptuous  Mufe  forbear, 
Nor  wound  with  Rant  prcphane  the  Chriilian  Ear : 
A  juft  Abhorrence  in  my  Friend  I  fee, 
He  flarts  from  Love,  when  Love's  Idolatry. 
"  Give  me  thy  Heart,"  if  the  Creator  cries, 
"  'Tis  given  the  Creature,"  What  bold  Wretch 

replies  ? 

Not  fo  my  Friend— he  wakes,  he  breaths  again, 
And  "  Reafon  takes  once  more  the  flacken'd 

Rein." 

In  vain  rebellious  Nature  claims  a  Part, 
When  Heav'n  requires,  he  gives  up  All  his  Heart: 
("  For  Love  Divine  no  Partnerfhip  allows, 
"  And  Heav'n  averfe  rejedls  divided  Vows) 
Fixt  tho'  fhe  be,  he  rends  the  Idol  thence, 
Nor  lets  her  Pow'r  exceed  Omnipotence. 
Commands  his  GOD,  "  Cut  off  th'  offending 

Hand?" 

He  hears,  Obedient  to  his  GOD's  Command : 
"  Pluck  out  thine  Eye,"  let  the  Redeemer  fay ; 
He  tears,  and  cafts  the  bleeding  Orb  away. 
Victorious  now  to  Nobler  Joys  afpires, 
His  Bofom,  touclVd  with  more  than  Earthly  Fires: 
He  leaves  rough  Paffion  for  calm  Virtue's  Road, 
•Gives  Earth  for  Heav'n,  and  quits  a  Worm  for 

GOD. 


She 


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i  TIM.  v.  6. 
She  that  li=veth  in  Pleafure,  is  Dead  while  She  livetb^ 

HOw  haplefs  is  th'  applauded  Virgin's  Lot, 
Her  GOD  forgetting,  by  her  GOD  forgot ! 
Stranger  to  Truth,  unknowing  to  obey, 
In  Error  nurft,  and  difciplin'd  to  ftray ; 
Swoln  with  Self-will,  and  principled  with  Pride, 
Senfe  all  her  Good,  and  Paffion  all  her  Guide : 
Pleafure  its  Tide,  and  Flatt'ry  lends  its  Breath, 
And  fmoothly  waft  her  to  Eternal  Death ! 

A  Goddefs  Here,  (he  fees  her  Vo'tries  meet, 
Crowd  to  her  Shrine,  and  tremble  at  her  Feet ; 
She  hears  their  Vows,  Believes  their  Life  and  Death 
Hangs  on  the  Wrath  and  Mercy  of  her  Breath ; 
Supreme  in  fancy'd  State  me  reigns  her  Hour, 
And  glories  in  her  Plenitude  of  Pow'r : 
Herfelf  the  Only  Objeft  worth  her  Care, 
Since  all  the  kneeling  World  was  made  for  Her. 

For  Her,  Creation  all  its  Stores  difplays, 
The  Silkworms  labour,  and  the  Diamonds  blaze : 
Air,  Earth,  and  Sea  confpire  to  tempt  her  Tafte, 
And  ranfack'd  Nature  furnimes  the  Feaft. 
Life's  gaudieft  Pride  attracts  her  willing  Eyes, 
And  Balls,  and  Theaters,  a.nd  Courts  arife  : 
Italian  Songfters  pant  her  Ear  to  pleafe, 
Bid  the  firft  Cries  of  infant  Reafon  ceafe, 
Save  her  from  Thought,  and  lull  her  Soul  to  Peace. 


\ 


Deep  funk  in  Senfe  th'imprifon'd  Soul  remains, 
Nor  knows  its  Fall  from  GOD,  nor  feel  its  Chains : 
Unconfcious  ftill,  fleeps  on  in  Errors  Night, 
Nor  ftrives  to  rile,  nor  ftruggles  into  Light : 
Heav'n-born  in  vain,  degen'rate  cleaves  to  Earth, 
(No  Pangs  experienc'd  of  the  Second  r>hth) 
She  only  Fain,  yet  Unawaken'd  found, 
While  all  th'enthralPd  Creation  groans  around. 

C  Know 


ao      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Know  ye  not  that  the  friend/hip  of 
the  World  is  Enmity  with  GOD. 

JAMES  iv.  4. 

6  T  T  7HE  RE  has  my  flumb'ring  Spirit  been, 

V  V       So  late  emerging  into  Light  ? 
So  imperceptible,  within, 

The  Weight  of  this  Egyptian  Night! 

2  Where  have  they  hid  the  WORLD  fo  long, 

So  late  prefented  to  my  View  ? 
Wretch !  tho'  myfelf  encreas'd  the  Throng, 
Myfelf  a  Part  I  never  knew. 

5  Secure  beneath  its  Shade  I  fat, 

To  me  were  all  its  Favours  fhown : 
J  could  not  talle  its  Scorn  or  Hate  i 
Alas,  it  ever  lov'd  its  Own ! 

4.  JESUS,  if  half  difcerning  now, 

From  Thee  I  gain  this  glimm'ring  Light, 
Retouch  my  Eyes,  anoint  them  Thou, 
And  grant  me  to  receive  my  Sight. 

5  O  may  I  of  Thy  Grace  obtain 

The  World  with  other  Eyes  to  fee : 
Its  Judgments  falfe,  its  Pleafures  vain, 
Its  Friendfhip  Enmity  with  Thee. 

6  Delufive  World,  thy  Hour  is  paft, 

The  Folly  of  thy  Wifdom  mew! 
Jt  cannot  now  retard  my  Hafte, 
I  leave  thee  for  the  Holy  Few. 

~  No  I  Thou  blind  Leader  of  the  Blind, 
I  bow  my  Neck  to  Thee  no  more ; 
I  caft  thy  Glories  all  behind, 

And  flight  thy  Smiles,  and  dare  thy  Pow'r. 

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8  Excluded  from  my  SAVIOUR'S  Pray'r, 

Stain'd,  yet  not  hallow'd,  with  His  Blood, 
Shalt  Thou  my  fond  Affeftion  fhare, 

Shalt  Thou  divide  my  Heart  with  GOD  ? 

9  No !  Tho1  it  rouze  thy  utmofl  Rage, 

Eternal  Enmity  I  vow : 
Tho'  Hell  with  thine  its  Pow'rs  engage, 
Prepar'd  I  meet  your  Onfet  now. 

10  Load  me  with  Scorn,  Reproach  and  Shame  j. 

My  patient  Matter's  Portion  give : 
As  Evil  ftill  caft  out  my  Name, 
Nor  fuffer  fuch  a  Wretch  to  live. 

u  Set  to  thy  Seal  that  I  am  His ; 

Vile  as  my  LORD  I  long  to  be  : 
My  Hope,  my  Crown,  my  Glory  this, 
Dying  to  conquer  Sin,  and  Thee ! 


HYMN  to  CONTEMPT. 

1  TT7ELCOME,  Contempt!  Stern,  faithful  Guide » 

V  V     Unpleafmg,  healthful  Food  I 
Hail  pride-fprung  Antidote  of  Pride,. 
Hail  Evil  turn'd  to  Good ! 

2  Thee  when  with  awful  Pomp  array'd 

Ill-judging  Mortals  fee, 
Perverfe  they  fly  with  coward  Speed, 
To  Guilt  they  fly  from  Thee. 

3  Yet  if  one  haply  longing  ftands 

To  choofe  a  Nobler  Part, 
Ardent  from  Sin's  enfnaring  Bands 
To  vindicate  his  Heart : 


C  2  4.  Prefent 


2.2     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

4  Prefent  to  end  the  doubtful  Strife, 

Thy  Aid  he  foon  fhall  feel ; 
Confinn'd  by  Thee,  tho'  warm  in  Life, 
Bid  the  vain  World  farewel. 

5  Thro'  Thee  he  treads  the  ftiining  Way 

That  Saints  and  Martyrs  trod, 
Shakes  off  the  Frailty  of  his  Clay, 
And  wings  his  Soul  for  GOD. 

6  His  Portion  Thou,  he  burns  no  more, 

With  fond  Defire  to  pleafe ; 
The  fierce,  diftracling  Conflict's  o'er, 
And  all  his  Thoughts  are  Peace. 

7  Sent  by  Almighty  Pity  down, 

To  Thee  alone  'tis  giv'n 
With  glorious  Infamy  to  crown 
The  Favourites  of  Heav'n. 

8  -With  Thee  Heav'n's  Fav'rite  Son,  when  made  . 

Incarnate,  deign'd  t'abide ; 
To  Thee  He  meekly  bow'd  his  Head, 
He  bow'd  His  Head,  and  dy'd. 

9  And  {hall  I  fUll  the  Cup  decline, 

His  Suff 'rings  difefteem, 
Difdain  to  make  this  Portion  mine 
When  fanftify'd  by  Him  \ 

10  Or  firm  thro'  Him  and  undifmay'd, 

Thy  fharpeft  Darts  abide  ? 
Sharp  as  the  Thorns  that  tore  His  He?.d, 
The  Spear  that  pierc'd  His  Side. 

1 1  Yes— fmce  with  Thee  my  Lot  is  call, 

I  blefs  my  GOD's  Decree, 
Embrace  with  Joy  what  He  embrac'd, 
And  live  and  die  with  Thee ! 

12  So 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POF.MS. 

12  So  when  before  th'  AngelkHoft 

To  each  his  Lot  is  giv'n,- 
Thy  Name  ihall  be  in  Glory  loft, 
And  Mine  be  found  in  Heav'n ! 


GRACE  before  MEAT. 

OuN IAIN  of  Being,  Source  of  Good? 

At  whofe  Almighty  Breath 
The  Creature  proves  our  Bane  or  Food, 
Diipenfmg  Life  or  Death : 

2  Thee  we  addrefs  with  humble  Fear, 

Vouchfafe  Thy  Gifts  to  crown  ; 
Father  of  All,  Thy  Children  hear, 
And  fend  a  Bleffing  down. 

3  O  may  our  Souls  for  ever  pine 

Thy  Grace  to  tafte  and  fee  j 
Athirft  for  Righteoufnefs  Divine, 
And  hungry  after  Thee  ! 

4  For  this  we  lift  our  longing  Eyes,.        > 

We  wait  the  Gracious  Word  ; 
Speak— and  our  Hearts  from  Earth  fhall  rife,. 
And  feed  upon  the  LORD. 


Another. 

NSLAV'D  to  Senfe,  to  Plcafure  prone, 

I  ond  of  Created  Good  ; 
Father,  our  Helpiemefs  we  own, 
And  trembling  taitc  our  Food. 

z  Trembling  we  tafte  :  for  ah !  no  more 

To  Thee  the  Creatures  lead; 

Chang' d  they  exert  a  Fatal  POWT, 

And  poifon  while  they  feed. 

C  3  3  Cera 


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3  Curft  for  the  Sake  of  wretched  Man, 

They  now  engrofs  Him  whole, 
With  pleafing  Force  on  Earth  detain, 
And  fenfualize  His  Soul. 

4  Grov'h'ng  on  Earth  we  ftill  muft  lie, 

'Till  CHRIST  the  C-irfe  repeal ; 
'Till  CHRIST  defcending  from  on  high 
Infected  Nature  heal. 

5  Come  then,  our  Heav'nly  Adam,  come! 

Thy  healing  Influence  give  ; 
Hallow  our  Food,  reverfe  our  Doom, 
And  bid  us  eat  and  live. 

6  The  Bondage  of  Corruption  break .' 

For  this  our  Spirits  groan ; 
Thy  only  Will  we  fain  would  feek ; 
O  fave  us  from  our  own. 

7  Turn  the  full  Stream  of  Nature's  Tide : 

Let  all  our  Actions  tend 

To  Thee  their  Source ;  Thy  Love  the  Guide, 
Thy  Glory  be  the  End. 

8  Earth  then  a  Scale  to  Heav'n  mail  be, 

Senfe  fhall  point  out  the  Road  ; 
The  Creatures  all  fhall  lead  to  Thee, 
And  all  we  tafte  be  GOD ! 


GRACE  after  MEAT. 

BE  ING  of  Beings,  GOD  of  Love, 
To  Thee  our  Hearts  we  raife  ; 
Thy  all-fuftaining  Pow'r  we  prove, 
And  gladly  fing  Thy  Praife. 


2  Thine, 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     2.5 

z  Thine,  wholly  Thine  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  Sacrifice  receive ; 
Made,  and  preferv'd,  and  fav'd  by  Thee, 
To  Thee  Ourfelves  we  give. 

3  Heav'nward  our  ev'ry  Wifh  afpires: 

For  all  Thy  Mercy's  Store 
The  fole  Return  Thy  Love  requires, 
Is  that  we  afk  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  afk,  we  open  then 

Our  Hearts  t'embrace  Thy  Will : 
Turn  and  beget  us,  LORD,  again, 
With  all  Thy  Fulnefsfill! 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  the  SAVIOUR'S  Love 

Shed  in  our  Hearts  abroad ; 
So  mall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  Be,  with  CHRIST,  in  GOD. 


On  Clemens  Alexandrinus'.?  Defcrip- 
ticn  of  a  P  erf  eft  Chriftian. 

*   T  TERE  from  afar  the  finim'd  Height 
JTl     Of  Holinefs  is  feen : 
But  O,  what  heavy  Trafts  of  Toil, 
What  Deferts  lie  between  ? 

2  Man  for  the  Simple  Life  Divine 

What  will  it  colt  to  break ; 

Ere  Pleafure  foft  and  willy  Pride 

No  more  within  him  fpeak  ? 

3  What  lingering  Anguim  muft  corrode 

The  Root  of  Nature's  Joy  ? 
What  fecret  Shame  and  dire  Defeats 
The  Pride  of  Heart  deftroy?. 

A.  Learn 


Z6     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS, 

4  Learn  Thou  the  whole  of  Mortal  State 

In  Stilnefs  to  fuftain ; 
Nor  footh  with  falie  Delights  of  Earth 
Whom  GOD  hath  doom'd  to  Pain. 

5  Thy  Mind  now  Multitude  of  Thoughts,. 

Now  Stupor  mall  diftrefs ; 
The  Venom  of  each  latent  Vice 
Wild  Images  imprefs. 

6  Yet  darkly  fafe  with  GOD  thy  Sou! 

His  Arm  ftill  onwatd  bears, 
'Till  thro'  each  Tempeft  on  her  Face 
A  Peace  beneath  appears. 

7  'Tis  in  that  Peace  we  fee  and  aft 

By  Inftin&s  from  above ; 
With  finer  Tafte  of  Wifdom  fraught, 
And  myftick  Pow'rs  of  Love. 

8  Yet  afk  not  in  mere  Eafe  and  Pomp 

Of  Ghoftly  Gifts  to  mine: 
'Till  Death  the  Lowneffes  of  Man, 
And  Pitying  Griefs  are  Thine. 


the      C    O  L    L    A    R. 

From  HERBERT. 

more,  I  cry'd,  lhall  Grief  be  mine;, 
I  will  throw  off  the  Load ; 
No  longer  weep,  and  figh,  and  pine 
To  find  an  abfent  GOD. 

2  Free  as  the  Muie,  mv  WJfhes  move, 
Thro'  Nature's  Wilds  they  roam  : 
Loofe  as  the  Wind,  ye  Wand'rers  rove, 
And  bring  me  Pleafares  home .' 

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3  Still  {hall  I  urge  with  endlefs  Toil, 

Yet  not  obtain  my  Suit  ? 
Still  {hall  I  plant  th'  ungrateful  Soil, 
Yet  never  tafte  the  Fruit? 

4  Not  fo,  my  Heart ! — for  Fruit  there  is, 

Seize  it  with  eager  Hafte ; 

Riot  in  Joys,  diflblve  in  Blifs, 

And  pamper  ev'ry  Tafte. 

5  On  Right  and  Wrong  thy  Thoughts  no  more 

In  cold  Difpute  employ ; 
Forfake  thy  Cell,  the  Bounds  pafs  o'er, 
And  give  a  Loofe  to  Joy. 

6  Confcience  and  Reafon's  Pow'r  deride, 

Let  ftronger  Nature  draw, 
Self  be  thy  End,  and  Senfe  thy  Guide, 
And  Appetite  thy  Law. 

7  Away,  ye  Shades,  while  light  I  rife, 

I  tread  you  all  beneath ! 
Grafp  the  dear  Hours  my  Youth  fupplies, 
Nor  idly  dream  of  Death. 

8  Whoe'er  enflav'd  to  Grief  and  Pain, 

Yet  ftarts  from  Pleafure's  Road, 
Still  let  him  weep,  and  ftill  complain, 
And  fink  beneath  his  Load — 

9  But  as  I  rav'd,  and  grew  more  wild 

And  fierce  at  ev'ry  Word, 
Methought  I  heard  One  calling  "  Child ! " 
And  I  reply'd-—  "  My  LORD!" 


GRACE 


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GRACE. 

From  the  fame. 
Y  Stock  lies  dead,  and  no  Increafe 


Does  Thy  Paft  Gifts  improve : 
O  let  Thy  Graces  without  ceafe 
Drop  gently  from  above,. 

2  If  ffill  the  Sun  mould  hide  His  Face, 

Earth  would  a  Dungeon  prove, 
Thy  Works  Night's  Captives :  O  let  Grace 
Drop  gently  from  above. 

3  The  Dew  unfought  each  Morning  falls,. 

Lefs  bounteous  is  Thy  Dove  ?: 
The  Dew  for  which  my  Spirit  calls 
Drop  gently  from  above. 

4  Death  is  ftill  digging  like  a  Mole 

My  Gjave,  where'er  I  move ; 
Let  Grace  work  too,  and  on  my  Soul 
Drop  gently  from  above. 

5  Sin  is  ftill  fpreading  o'er  my  Heart 

A  Hardnefs  void  of  Love  j 
Let  fuppling  Grace,  to  crofs  her  Art, 
Drop  gently  from  above. 

6  O  come;  for  Thou  doft  know  the  WayT 

Or  if  Thou  wilt  not  move, 
Tranflate  me,  where  I  need  not  fay 
Drop  gently  from  above. 


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HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.      2$ 

GRATEFULNESS. 

From  the  fams. 

I   ^  i^Ho  u,  who  haft  giv'n  fo  much  to  me, 

JL     O  give  a  grateful  Heart : 
See  how  Thy  Beggar  works  on  Thee 
By  acceptable  Art ! 

-2  He  makes  thy  Gifts  occafion  more ; 

And  fays,  if  here  he's  croft, 
All  Thou  haft  giv'n  him  heretofore, 
Thyfelf,  and  All  is  loft. 

3  But  Thou  didft  reckon,  when  at  firft 

Our  Wants  Thy  Aid  did  crave, 
What  it  would  come  to  at  the  worft 
Such  needy  Worms  to  fave. 

4  Perpetual  Knockings  at  Thy  Door, 

Tears  fullying  all  Thy  Rooms ; 
Gift  upon  Gift;  much  would  have  more, 
And  ftill  Thy  Suppliant  comes. 

5  Yet  Thy  umveary'd  Love  went  on  j 

Allow' d  us  all  our  Noife ; 
Nay  Thou  haft  dignify'd  a  Groan, 
And  made  a  Sigh  Thy. Joys. 

6  Wherefore  I  cry,  and  cry  again, 

Nor  canft  Thou  quiet  be, 
'Till  my  repeated  Suit  obtain 
A  Thankful  Heart  from  Thee. 

7  Hear  then,  and  Thankfulnefs  impart 

Continual  as  Thy  Grace ; 
O  add  to  all  Thy  Gifts  a  Heart 
Whofe  Pulfe  may  beat  Thy  Praifel 


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The      F  L    O    W   E    R. 

From  the  fame. 

1  X  T  7HiLE  fad  my  Heart,  and  blafted  mourns, 

VV     How  chearing,  LORD,  are  Thy  Returns, 
How  fweet  the  Life,  the  Joys  they  bring ! 

Grief  in  Thy  Prefence  melts  away  : 

Refrefh'd  I  hail  the  gladfomc  Day, 
As  Flow'rs  falute  the  rifmg  Spring. 

2  Who  would  have  thought  my  withered  Heart 
Again  mould  feel  Thy  fov'reign  Art, 

A  kindly  Warmth  again  mould  know  ? 
Late  like  the  Flow'r,  whofe  drooping  Head 
Sinks  down,  and  feeks  its  native  Bed 

To  fee  the  Mother-Root  below. 

3  Thefe  are  Thy  Wonders,  LORD  of  Pow'r, 
Killing  and  Quick'  ning !  One  fhort  Hour 

Lifts  up  to  Heav'n,  and  finks  to  Hell  i 
Thy  Will  fupreme  difpofes  All ; 
We  prove  Thy  Juflice  in  our  Fall, 

Thy  Mercy  in  our  Rife  we  feel. 

4  O  that  my  Lateft  Change  were  o'er ! 

0  were  I  plac'd  where  Sin  no  more 
With  its  Attendant  Grief,  could  come  ? 

Stranger  to  Change,  I  then  mould  rile 
Amidft  the  Plants  of  Paradife, 
And  flourilh  in  Eternal  Bloom. 

5  Many  a  Spring  fmce  here  I  grew, 

1  feem'd  my  Verdure  to  renew, 
And  higher  frill  to  rife  and  higher : 

Water1  d  by  Tears,  and  fau'd  by  Sighs, 
I  pour'd  my  Fragrance  thro1  the  Skies, 
And  heavenward  ever  feem'd  t'afpire. 

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HYMNS  and  SA.CRED  POEMS. 

6  But  while  I  grow,  as  Heav'n  were  mine, 
Thine  Anger  comes,  and  I  decline ; 

Faded  my  Bloom,  my  Glory  loft  : 
Who  can  the  deadly  Cold  fultain, 
Or  ftand  beneath  the  chilling  Pain 

When  blaffed  by  Thine  Anger's  Froft  ? 

7  And  now  in  Age  I  bud  again, 
Once  more  I  feel  the  Vernal  Rain, 

Tho'  dead  fo  oft,  I  live,  and  write : 
Sure  I  but  dream !  It  cannot  be 
That  I,  my  GOD,  that  I  am  He 

On  whom  Thy  Tempefts  fell  all  Night  \ 

3  Thefe  are  Thy  Wonders,  LORD  of  Love, 
Thy  Mercy  thus  delights  to  prove 

We  are  but  Flow'rs  that  bloom  and  die  ! 
Soon  as  This  faving  Truth  we  fee, 
Within  Thy  Garden  plac'd  by  Thee, 

Time  we  furvive,  and  Death  defy. 


B  i  rr E  R  -  s  w  E  E 

From  the  fame, 

AH  my  dear,  angry  LORD, 
Since  Thou  doft  love,  yet  ftrike, 
Caft  down,  and  yet  Thy  Help  afford, 
Sure  I  will  do  the  like. 

I  will  complain,  yet  praife, 
Bewail,  and  yet  approve, 
And  all  my  mournful,  joyful  Days 
I  will  lament,  and  love. 


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HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 


A  MIDNIGHT-HYMN  for  one  un- 
der the  Law. 


HiLE  Midnight  Shades  the  Earth  o'erfpread, 
V  V       And  veil  the  Bofom  of  the  Deep, 
Nature  reclines  her  weary  Head, 

And  Care  refpires,  and  Sorrows  fleep  : 
My  Soul  ftill  aims  at  Nobler  Reft, 
Alpiring  to  her  Saviour's  Breaft, 

2  Aid  me,  ye  hov'ring  Spirits  near, 

Angels  and  Miniilers  of  Grace  : 
Who  ever,  while  you  guard  us  here, 

Behold  your  Heav'nly  Father's  Face  ! 
Gently  my  raptur'd  Soul  convey 
To  Regions  of  Eternal  Day. 

3  Fain  would  I  leave  this  Earth  below, 

Of  Pain  and  Sin  the  dark  Abode  ; 
Where  fhadowy  Joy,  or  folid  Woe 

Allures,  or  tears  me  from  my  GOD  : 
Doubtful,  and  infecure  of  Blifs, 
Since  Death  alone  confirms  me  His. 

4  'Till  then,  to  Sorrow  born  I  figh, 

And  gafp,  and  languifh  after  Home; 
Upward  I  fend  my  {beaming  Eye, 

Expecting  'till  the  Bridegroom  come  : 
Come  quickly,  LORD  !  Thy  own  receive, 
Now  let  me  fee  Thy  Face,  and  live, 

5  Abfent  from  Thee,  my  exil'd  Soul 

Deep  in  a  Flefhly  Dungeon  groans  ; 
Around  me  Clouds  of  Darknefs  roll, 

And  lab'rtng  Silence  fpeaks  my  Moans  : 
Come  quickly,  LORD!  Thy  Face  difplay, 
And  look  my  Midnight  into  Day. 

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6  Error  and  Sin,  and  Death  are  o'er, 

If  Thou  reverie  the  Creature's  Doom, 
Sad  Rachel  weeps  her  Lofs  no  more, 

If  Thou  the  GOD,  the  Saviour  come : 
Of  Thee  pofleft,  in  Thee  we  prove 
The  Light,  the  Life,  the  Heav'n  of  Love. 

After  conpdering  fome  of  his  Friends , 

*  T  T  7H  Y  do  the  Deeds  of  happier  Men 
VV       Into  a  Mind  return, 
Which  can,  oppreft  by  Bands  of  Sloth, 
With  no  fuch  Ardors  burn  ? 

2  GOD  of  my  Life  and  all  my  Pow'rs, 

The  Everlafting  Friend ! 
Shall  Life,  fo  favour'd  in  its  Dawn, 
Be  fruidefs  in  its  End  ? 

2  To  Thee,  O  LORD,  my  tender  Years 

A  trembling  Duty  paid, 
With  Glimpfes  of  the  mighty  GOD 
Delighted  and  afraid. 

4  From  Parent's  Eye,  and  Paths  of  Men, 

Thy  Touch  I  ran  to  meet ; 
It  fwell'd  the  Hymn,  and  feal'd  the  Pray'r, 
'Twas  calm,  and  ftrange,  and  fweet ! 

5  Oft  when  beneath  the  Work  of  Sin 

Trembling  and  dark  I  flood, 
And  felt  the  Edge  of  eager  Thought, 
And  felt  the  kindling  Blood : 

6  Thy  Dew  came  down  —  my  Heart  was  Thine, 

It  knew  nor  Doubt  nor  Strife ; 
Cool  now,  and  peaceful  as  the  Grave, 
And  ftrong  to  Second  Life. 

D  z  7  Full 


34     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS, 

7  Fullofmyfelfloftforfook 

The  Now,  the  Truth,  and  Thee, 
For  fanguine  Hope,  or  fenfual  Guft, 
Or  earth-born  Sophiftry : 

8  The  Folly  thrived,  and  came  in  Sight 

Too  grofs  for  Life  to  bear ; 
I  fmote  the  Breaft  for  Man  too  bafe, 
J  finote—  and  GOD  was  there ! 

9  Still  will  I  hope  for  Voice  and  Strength 

To  glorify  thy  Name ; 
Tho'  I  muft  die  to  all  that's  Mine, 
And  fuffer  All  my  Shame. 


RELIGIOUS  DISCOURSE. 

TO  fpeak  for  GOD,  to  found  Religion's  Praife, 
Of  facred  Paflions  the  wife  Warmth  to  r-aife  ; 
T'infufe  the  Contrite  Wilh  to  Conqueft  nigh, 
And  point  the  Steps  myfterious  as  they  lie ; 
To  feize  the  Wretch  in  full  Career  of  Luft, 
And  footh  the  filent  Sorrows  of  the  Juft  : 
Who  would  not  blefs  for  this  the  Gift  of  Speech,, 
And  in  the  Tongue's  Beneficence  be  rich  ? 

But  who  muft  talk  ?  Not  the  mere  modem  Sage, 
Who  fuits  the  foften'd  Gofpel  to  the  Age ; 
Who  ne'er  to  raife  degen'rate  Practice  ftrive*, 
But  brings  the  Precept  down  to  Chriftian  Lives. 
Not  He,  who  Maxims  from  cold  Reading  took, 
And  never  faw  Himfelf  but  thro'  a  Book : 
Not  He,,  who  Hafty  in  the  Morn  of  Grace, 
Soon  finks  extinguilh'd  as  a  Comet's  Blaze. 
Not  He,  who  ftrains  in  Scripture  phrafe  t'abound,. 
Deaf  to  the  Senfe,  who  ituns  us  with  the  Sound : 
But  He,  who  Silence  loves  j  and  never  dealt 
In  the  falfe  Commerce  of  a  Truth  Unfelt, 

Guilty 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.      3; 

Guilty  you  fpeak,  if  fubtle  from  within 
Blows  on  your  Words  the  Self-admiring  Sin : 
If  unrefolv'd  to  choofe  the  Better  Part, 
Your  forward  Tongue  belies  your  languid  Heart : 
But  then  fpeak  fafely,  when  your  peaceful  Mind 
Above  Self-feeking  bleft,  on  GOD  reclin'd> 
Feels  Him  at  once  fuggeft  unlabour'd  Senfe, 
And  ope  a  Sluce  of  fweet  Benevolence. 
Some  high  Behcfts  of  Heav'n  you  then  fulfil, 
Sprung  from  His  Light  your  Words,  and  ifluing  by 
His  Will,, 

Nor  yet  expecl:  fo  Myjlicalfy  long, 
'Till  Certain  Infpiration  loofe  your  Tongue : 
Exprefs  the  Precept  runs,  "  Do  good  to  all ; " 
Nor  adds,  "  Whene'er  you  find  an  inward  Call.'* 
'Tis  GOD  comm'ands :  no  farther  Motive  feek, 
Speak  or  without,  or  with  Reluftance  fpeak : 
To  Love's  Habitual  Senfe  by  Afts  afpire, 
And  kindle,  'till  you  catch  the  Gofpei-Fire. 

Difcoveries  immature  of  Truth  decline, 
Nor  proftitute  the  Gofpel  Pearl  to  Swine. 
Beware,  too  ralhly  how  you  fpeak  the  whole, 
The  Vilenefs,  or  the  Treafures  of  your  Soul. 
If  fpurn'd  by  fome,  where  weak  on  Earth  you  lie, 
If  judg'd  a  Cheat  or  Dreamer,  where  you  fly  ; 
Here  the  Sublimer  Strain,  th'exerted  Air 
Forego ;  you're  at  the  Bar,  not  in  the  Chair,. 

To  the  pert  Reas'ner  if  you  fpeak  at  allj- 
Speak  what  within  his  Cognizance  may  fall : 
Expofe  not  Truths  Divine  to  Reafon's  Rack, 
Give  him  his  own  belov'd  Ideas  back, 
Your  Notions  'till  they  look  like  His,  dilute ; 
Blind  he  muft  be — but  fave  him  from  Difpute  ? 
But  when  we're  turn'd  of  Reafon's  noontide  Glare,- 
And  Things  begin  to  {hew  us  what  they  are, 

D  3  More- 


3*     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS, 

More  free  to  fuch  your  true  Conceptions  tellr 
Yet  graft  them  on  the  Arts  where  they  excel. 
If  fprightly  Sentiments  detain  their  Tafte ; 
If  Paths  of  various  Learning  they  have  trac'd  ; 
If  their  cool  Judgment  longs,  yet  fears  to  fix : 
Fire,  Erudition,  Hefitation  mix. 

All  Rules  are  dead:  'tis  from  the  Heart  you 

draw 

The  living  Luftre,  and  unerring  Law. 
A  State  of  Thinking  in  your  Manner  (hew, 
Nor  fiercely  foaring,  nor  fupinely  low : 
Others  their  Lightnefs  and  each  inward  Fault 
Quench  in  the  Stilnefs  of  your  deeper  Thought. 
Let  all  your  Geftures  fixt  Attention  draw, 
And  wide  around  diffufe  infectious  Awe  ; 
Prefent  with  GOD  by  Recollection  feem, 
Yet  prefent,  by  your  Chearfulnefs,  with  Them. 

Without  Elation  Chriilian  Glories  paint, 
Nor  by  fond  am'rous  Phrafe  affume  the  Saint. 
Greet  not  frail  Men  with  Compliments  untrue  ; 
With  Smiles  to  Peace  corsfirm'd  and  Conqueft  due, 
There  are  who  watch  t'adore  the  Dawn  of  Grace, 
And  pamper  the  young  Profelyte  with  Praife  : 
Kind,  humble  Souls !   They  with  a  right  good 

Will 
Admire  His  Progrefe — 'till  he  ftands  flock  ftill. 

Speak  but  to  Thirfty  Minds  of  Things  Divine, 
Who  ftrong  for  Thought,  are  free  in  yours  to 

join. 

The  Bufy  from  his  Channel  parts  with  Pain, 
The  Lanquid  loaths  an  Elevated  Strain  : 
With  thefe  you  aim  but  at  good-natur'd  Chat, 
Where  all,  except  the  Love,  is  low  and  flat. 

Not  one  Addrefs  will  diff'rent  Tempers  fit, 
The  Grave  and  Gay,  the  Heavy  and  the  Wit. 

WTits 


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Wits  will  fift  you ;  and  moft  Convi&ion  find 
Where  leaft  'tis  urg'd,  and  feems  the  leaft  defign'd. 
Slow  Minds  are  merely  paifive ;  and  forget 
Truths  not  inculcated :  to  thefe  repeat, 
Avow  your  Counfel,  nor  abftain  from  Heat. 


a. 

I 


Some  gentle  Souls  to  gay  IndifFrence  true, 
Nor  hope,  nor  fear,  nor  think  the  more  for  you  : 
Let  Love  turn  Babler  here,  and  Caution  fleep, 
Blum  not  for  {hallow  Speech,  nor  mufe  for  deep  ; 
Thefe  to  your  Humour,  not  your  Senfe  attend, 
'Tis  not  th' Advice  that  fways   them,    but  the 
Friend. 

Others  have  large  Recedes  in  their  Breafl: 
With  penfive  Procefs  all  they  hear  digeft : 
Here  well- weigh1  d  Words  with  wary  Forefi  ght  fow, 
For  all  you  fay  will  fink,  and  ev'ry  Seed  will  grow. 

At  firft  Acquaintance  prefs  each  Truth  fevere,. 
Stir  the  whole  Odium  of  your  Character: 
Let  hariheft  Do&rines  all  your  Words  engroft,. 
And  Nature  bleeding  on  the  Daily  Crofs. 
Then  to  yourfelf  th'Afcetic  Rule  enjoin, 
To  others  ftoop  furprizingly  benign ; 
Pitying,  if  from  Themfelves  with  Pain  they  part, 
If  ftubborn  Nature  long  holds  out  the  Heart. 
Their  Outworks  now  are  gain'd ;  forbear  to  prefs  ; 
The  more  you  urge  them,  you  prevail  the  lefs  ; 
Let  Speech  lay  by  its  Roughnefs  to  oblige, 
Your  fpeaking  Life  will  carry  on  the  Siege  : 
By  your  Example  ftruck,  to  GOD  they  ftrive 
To  live,  no  longer  to.  Themfelves  alive. 

To  positive  Adepts  inftdious  yield,. 
T'enfure  the  Conqueil,  feem  to  quit  the  Field  : 
Large  in  your  Grants  ;  be  their  Opinion  mown . 
Approve,  amend- — and  wind  it  to  your  own. 

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58     HYMNS  and  SACRED 

Couch  in  your  Hints,  if  more  refign'd  they  hear,. 
Both  what  they  will  be  foon,  and  what  they  are: 
Pleafing  Thefe  Words  now  to  their  confcious  Breaft> 
Th'anticipating  Voice  hereafter  bleft. 

In  Souls  juft  wak'd  the  Paths  of  Light  to  choofe, 
Convictions  keen,  and  Zeal  of  Pray'r  infufe. 
Let  them  love  Rules;  'till  freed  from  Paflion's 

Reign, 
'Till  blamelefs  Moral  Rectitude  they  gain. 

But  left  reform'd  from  each  Extremer  111, 
They  mould  but  Civilize  old  Nature  Itill, 
The  loftier  Charms  and  Energy  difplay 
Of  Virtue  model'd  by  the  Godhead's  Ray;: 
The  Lineaments  Divine,  Perfection's  Plan, 
And  all  the  Grandeur  of  the  Heavenly  Man. 
.  Commences  thus  the  Agonizing  Strife 
Previous  to  Nature's  Death,  and  fecond  Life  : 
Struck  by  their  own  inclement  piercing  Eye, 
Their  feeble  Virtues  blufli,  fubfide,  and  die : 
They  view  the  Scheme  that  mimick  Nature  made, 
A  fancy' d  Goddefs,  and  Religion's  Shade ; 
With  angry  Scorn  they  now  reject  the  whole, 
Unchang'd  their  Heart,  undeify'd  their  Soul ; 
Till  Indignation  fleeps  away  to  Faith, 
And  GOD's  own  Pow'r  and  Peace  take  Root  in  fa- 
cred  Wrath . 

Aim  lefs  to  Teach  than  Love.  The  Work  begun 
In  Words,  is  crownM  by  artlefs  Warmth  alone. 
Love  to  your  Friend  a  Second  Office  owes, 
Yourfelf  and  Him  before  Heav'ns  Footftool  throws'. 
You  place  his  Form  as  Suppliant  by  your  Side, 
(A  helplefs  Worm,  for  whom  the  Saviour  dy'd) 
Into  his  Soul  call  down  th'Etherial  Beam, 
And  longing  afk  to  fpend,  and  to  be  fpent  for  Hini. 

M  I  S  E  R  T. 


HYMNS  and  SACKED  POEMS. 


M      I      S      E      R      T. 

From  the  fame. 

i   T    O  R  D,  let  the  Angels  praife  thy  Name, 
J-  4     Man  is  a  Feeble,  Foolifh  Thing! 
Folly  and  Sin  play  all  his  Game, 

Still  burns  his  Houfe,  He  ftill  doth  fing : 
To-day  he's  here,  To-morrow  gone, 
The  Madman  knows  it — and  fings  on. 

-  How  canft  Thou  brook  his  Foolifhnefs  ? 
When  heedlefs  of  the  Voice  Divine, 
Himfelf  alone  he  feeks  to  pleafe, 

And  carnal  Joys  prefers  to  Thine  ; 
Eager  thro'  Nature's  Wilds  to  rove, 
Nor  aw'd  by  Fear,  nor  charm'd  by  Love. 

3  What  flrange  Pollutions  does  he  wed, 

Slave  to  his  Senfes  and  to  Sin  f 
Naked  of  GOD,  his  Guilty  Head 

He  ftrives  in  Midnight  Shades  to  Screen : 
Fondly  he  hopes  from  Thee  to  fly, 
Unmark'd  by  Thine  all-feeing  Eye. 

4  The  beft  of  Men  to  Evil  yield, 

If  but  the  flighteft  Trial  come: 
They  fa.ll,  by  Thee  no  more  upheld : 

And  when  Affliction  calls  them  home, 
Thy  gentle  Rod  ttey  fcarce  endure, 
And  murmur  to  accept  their  Cure. 

5  Wayward  they  hafle,  while  Nature  leads, 

T'efcape  Thee;  but  thy  gracious  Dove 
Still  mildly  o'er  their  Folly  fpreads 

The  Wings  of  his  expanded  Love : 
Thou  bring'ft  them  back,  nor  fuff'reft  thofc 
Who  Would  be,  to  Remain  Thy  Foes. 

6 


40      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEM*. 

6  My  GOD,  Thy  Name  Man  cannot  praife, 

All  Brightnefs  Thou,  all  Purity  [ 
The  Sun  in  his  Meridian  Blaze 

Is  Darknefs,  if  compar'd  to  Thee. 
O  how  mall  fmful  Worms  proclaim, 
Shall  Man  prefume  to  fpeak  Thy  Name? 

7  Man  cannot  ferve  Thee :  All  his  Care 

Engrofs'd  by  grov'ling  Appetite, 
Is  fixt  on  Earth ;  his  Treafure  there, 

His  Portion,  and  his  bafe  Delight  • 
He  ftarts  from  Virtue's  thorny  Road, 
Alive  to  Sin,  but  dead  to  GOD ! 

8  Ah,  foolifli  Man,  where  are  thine  Eyes  ? 

Loft  in  a  Crowd  of  Earthly  Cares : 
Thy  Indolence  negle&s  to  rife, 

While  Huflcs  to  Heav'n  thy  Soul  prefers  ;. 
Carelefs  the  flarry  Crown  to  feize,. 
By  Pleafure  bound,  or  lull' d  by  Eafe;. 

9  To  GOD,  thro'  all  Creation's  Bounds 

Th'Unconfcious  Kinds  their  Homage  brings 
His  Praife  thro'  Ev'ry  Grove  refounds, 

Nor  knoyy  the  Warblers  whom  they  fing : 
But  Man,  Lord  of  the  Creatures,  knows 
The  Source  from  whence  their  Being  flows.. 

10  He  owns  a  GOD  -  but  eyes  him  not, 

But  lets  his  mad  Diforders  reign : 
They  make  his  Life  a  conftant  Blot, 

And  Blood.  Divine  an  Off'ring  vain. 
Ah  Wretch !  thy  Heart  uhfearchable, 
Thy  Ways  myfterious  who  can  tell  I 

11  Perfect  at  firft,  and  bleft  his  State, 

Man  in  his  Maker's  Image  Ihone ; 
In  Innocence  divinely  great 

He  liv'd ;  he  liv'd  to  GOD  alone  :-. 

His 


HYMNS  ar.d  SACRED  POEMS.      41 

His  Heart  was  Love,  his  Pulfe  was  Praife, 
And  Light  and  Glory  decked  his  Face. 

1 2  But  alter'd  now  and  Jain  he  is, 

Immerfl  in  Flefh,  and  dead  within  j 
Dead  to  the  Tafte  of  native  Blifs, 

And  ever  finking  into  Sin : 
Nay  by  his  wretched  Self  undone. 
Such  is  Man's  State  —and  fuch  my  own  ! 


<Tbe     SINNER. 

From  the  fame. 

1  "¥  T  THEN  all  the  Secrets  of  my  Heart 

VV      With  Horror,  LORD,  I  fee, 
Thine  is,  I  find,  the  fmalleft  Part, 

Tho'  All  be  due  to  Thee, 
Thy  Footfteps  fcarce  appear  within, 

But  Lufts  a  countlefs  Crowd  ; 
Th'immenfe  Circumference  is  Sin, 

A  Point  is  all  my  Good. 

2  O  break  my  Bonds,  let  Sin  enthrall 

My  ftruggling  Soul  no  more  ; 
Hear  thy  falTn  Creature's  feeble  Call, 

Thine  Image  now  reftore ! 
And  tho'  my  Heart  fenfelefs  and  hard 

To  Thee  can  fcarcely  groan, 
Yet  O  remember,  gracious  LORD, 

Thou  once  didlt  write  in  Stone ! 


H       O       M       E. 

From  tie  fame. 

•i  T7AINT  is  my  Head,  and  fick  my  Heart* 
JD      While  Thou  doft  ever,  ever  flay ! 
Fixt  in  my  Soul  I  feel  Thy  Dart, 

Groaning  I  feel  it  Night  and  Day : 
Come,  LORD,  and  fhew  Thyfelf  to  me, 
Or  take,  O  take  me  up  to  Thee  ! 

«  Canft  Thou  with-hold  Thy  healing  Grace, 

So  kindly  lavifh  of  Thy  Blood ; 
When  fwiftly  trickling  down  Thy  Face, 

For  Me  the  purple  Current  flow'd  \ 
Come,  LORD,  and  fliew,  &c. 

3  When  Man  was  loft,  LOVE  look'd  about, 

To  fee  what  Help  in  Earth  or  Sky : 
In  vain ;  for  none  appear' d  without ; 

The  Help  did  in  Thy  Bofom  lie ! 
Come,  LORD,  &fr. 

4  There  lay  Thy  Son :  Bnt  left  His  Reft 

Thraldom  and  Mis'ry  to  remove 
From  thofe  who  Glory  once  pofleft, 

But  wantonly  abus'd  Thy  Love. 
Come,  LORD,  &c. 

5  He  came O  my  dear  Redeemer  dear  F 

And  canft  Thou  after  this  be  ftrange  ? 
Not  yet  within  my  Heart  appear ! 

Can  Love  like  Thine  or  fail  or  change  ? 
Come,  LORD,  &V, 

6  But  if  Thou  tarrieft,  why  muft  I  ? 

My  GOD,  what  is  this  World  to  me ! 
This  World  of  Woe hence  let  them  fly, 

The  Clouds  that  part  my  Soul  and  Thee. 
Come,  LORD,  fcfc.  Why 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     43 

7  Why  fhould  this  weary  World  delight, 
Or  Senfe  th'immortal  Spirit  bind ! 

Why  fhould  frail  Beauty's  Charms  invite, 
The  trifling  Charms  of  Womankind  ? 

Come,  LORD,  b'r. 

t  A  Sigh  Thou  breath'ft  into  my  Heart, 
And  earthly  Joys  I  view  with  Scorn  : 

Far  from  my  Soul,  ye  Dreams  depart, 
Nor  mock  me  with  your  vain  Return ! 

Come,  LORD,  &c. 

9  Sorrow  and  Sin,  and  Lofs  and  Pain     _ 

Are  all  that  here  on  Earth  we  fee ; 
Reftlefs  we  pant  for  Eafe  in  vain, 

In  vain 'till  Eafe  we  find  in  Thee. 

Come,  LORD,  &c. 

10  Idly  we  talk  of  Harvefts  here, 

Eternity  our  Harvefl  is  : 
Grace  brings  the  great  Sabbatick  Year, 

When  ripcn'd  into  Glorious  Blifs. 
Come,  LORD,  &c. 

1 1  O  loofe  this  Frame,  Life's  Knot  untie, 

That  my  free  Soul  may  ufe  her  Wing  j 
Now  pinion'd  with  Mortality, 

A  weak,  entangled,  wretched  Thing ! 
Come,  LORD,  &c. 

1 2  Why  mould  I  longer  flay  and  groan  ? 

The  mofl  of  me  to  Heav'n  is  fled  : 
My  Thoughts  and  Joys  are  thither  gone  ; 

To  all  below  I  now  am  dead. 
Come,  LORD,  6?r, 


E  Come, 


44     HYMNS  and  SACRED 

13  Come,  deareft  LORD!  my  Soul's  Defire 
With  eager  Pantings  gafps  for  Home : 
Thee,  Thee  my  reftlefs  Hopes  require  > 
My  Flefh  and  Spirit  bid  Thee  come  f 
Come,  LORD,  and  fhew  Thyfelf  to  me, 
Or  take,  O  take  me  up  to  Thee ! 


LONGING. 

From  the  fame. 

1  \\7 1 H  T  bending  Knees,  and  aking  Eyes, 

V  V       Weary  and  faint,  to  Thee  my  Cries, 
To  Thee  my  Tears,  my  Groans  I  fend : 
O  when  fhall  my  Complainings  end  ? 

2  Wither'd  my  Heart,  like  barren  Ground 
Accurft  of  GOD  ;  my  Head  turns  round, 
My  Throat  is  hoarfe  :  I  faint,  I  fall, 

Yet  falling  ftill  for  Pity  call. 

3  Eternal  Streams  of  Pity  flow 

From  Thee  their  Source  to  Earth  below : 
Mothers  are  kind,  becaufe  Thou  art, 
Thy  Tendernefs  o'erflows  their  Heart. 

4  LORD  of  my  Soul,  bow  down  thine  Ear, 
Hear,  Bowels  of  Compaffion,  hear  ? 

O  give  not  to  the  Winds  my  Pray'r : 
Thy  Name,  thy  Hallow'd  Name  is  there ! 

5  Look  on  my  Sorrows,  mark  them  weH, 
The  Shame,  the  Pangs,  the  Fires  I  feel : 
Confider,  LORD,  thine  Ear  incline  ! 

Thy  Son  hath  made  my  Sufferings  Thine. 

6  Thou,  JESU,  on  th'accurfed  Tree 
Didft  bow  thy  Dying  Head  for  me ; 

Incline 


HYMNS  and  SA.CRED  POEMS.     45 

Incline  it  now  !  Who  made  the  Ear, 
Shall- He,  fhall  He  forget  to  hear! 

7  See  Thy  poor  Duft,  in, Pity  fee, 
It  ftirs,  it  creeps,  it  aims  at  Thee  ? 
Hafte,  fare  it  from  the  greedy  Tomb ! 
Come !  — Ev'ry  Atom  bids  TJiee  come ! 

8  'Tis  Thine  to  help !  Forget  me  not ! 
O  be  thy  Mercy  ne'er  forgot .' 
Lock'd  is  thy  Ear  ?  Yet  itill  my  Plea 
May  fpeed:  For  Mercy  keeps  the  Key. 

9  Thou  tarrieft,  while  I  fink,  I  die, 
And  fall  to  Nothing !  Thou  on  high 
Seeft  me  Undone :     Yet  am  I  ftil'd 
By  Thee  (loft  as  I  am)  thy  Child! 

10  Didft  Thou  for  This  forfake  thy  Throne? 
Where  are  thy  antient  Mercies  gone  ? 
Why  mould  my  Pain,  my  Guilt  furvive, 
And  Sin  be  dead,  yet  Sorrow  live? 

1 1  Yet  Sin  is  dead ;  and  yet  abide 
Thy  Promiies ; .  they  fpeak,  they  chide ; 
They  in  thy  Bqfoirupour  my.  Tears, 
And  my  Complaints  prefent  as  Theirs. 

12  Hear,  JESU!  hear  my  broken  Heart! 
Broken  fo  long,  that  ev'ry  Part 

Hath  got  a  Tongue  that  ne'er  fhall  ceafe, 
'Till  Thou  pronounce  "  Depart  in  Peace.'* 

13  My  Love,  my  SAVIO.UR,  hear  my  Cry; 
By  thefe  dear  Feet,  at  which  I  lie ! 

Pluck  out  thy  Dart,  regard  my  Sighs  ; 

Now  heal  my  Soul,  or  now  it  dies.  .) 

E  2  « 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 


SEARCH. 

From  the  fame. 

1  T  T  7Hi  T  HER,  O  whither  art  Thou  fled, 

V  V       My  Saviour  and  my  Love  ? 
My  Searches  are  my  daily  Bread, 

Yet  unfuccefsful  prove. 
My  Knees  on  Earth,  on  Heav'n  mine  Eye 

Is  fixt ;  and  yet  the  Sphere, 
And  yet  the  Center  both  deny 

That  Thou,  my  GOD,  art  there. 

2  Yet  can  I  mark  that  Herbs  below 

Their  fragrant  Greens  difplay, 
As  if  to  meet  Thee  They  did  know, 

While  withered  I  decay. 
Yet  can  I  mark  how  Stars  above 

With  confcious  Luflre  Ihine, 
Their  Glories  borrowing  from  thy  Love, 

While  I  in  Darknefs  pine. 

3  I  fent  a  Sigh  to  feek  Thee  oat, 

Drawn  from  my  Heart  in  Pain, 
Wing'd  like  an  Arrow ;  but  my  Scout 

Returned,  alas!  In  vain. 
Another  from  my  endlefs  Store 

I  turnM  into  a  Groan, 
Becaufe  the  Search  was  dumb  before : 

But  all,  alas !  was  one. 

4  Where  is  my  GOD?  What  fecret  Place 

Still  holds,  and  hides  Thee  ftill  ? 
What  Covert  dares  eclipfe  thy  Face  ? — 

Is  it  thy  Awful  Will  ? 
O  let  not  That  thy  Prefence  bound : 

Rather  let  Walls  of  Brafs, 
Let  Seas  and  Mountains  gird  Thee  round, 

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5  Thy  Will  fo  vaft  a  Diftance  is> 

Remoteft  Points  combine, 
Eaft  touches  Weft,  ;compar'd  to  this, 

And  Heav'n  and  Hell  conjoin. 
Take  then  thefe  Bars,  thefe  Lengths  away, 

Turn  and  reftore  my.  Soul : 
Thy  Love  Qmnipptent  difplay., 

Apprqachf  and.  make  me  whole. 

6  When  Thou,  my  LORD,  my  GOD  art  nigh, 

Nor  Life,  nor  Death,  can  move, 
Nor  deepeft  Hell,  nor  Pow'rs  on  high 

Can  part  me  from,  thy  Love. 
For  as  thy  Abfence  paffes  far 

The  wideft  Diftance  known, 
Thy  Prefence  brings  my  Soul  fo  ijear,. 

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DISCIPLINE. 

Fran  the  fame- 

O  THROW  a\vay  thy  Rod, 
O  throw  away  thy  Wrath? 
My  Gracious  SAVIOUR  and  my  GOD, 
O  take  the  gentle  Path. 

Thou  feed,  my  Heart's  Defirc 
Still  unto  Thee  is  bent: 
Still  does  my  longing  Soul  afpire 
To  an  entire  Confent. 

Not  ev'n  a  Word  or  Look 
Do  I  approve  or  own, 
But  by  the  Model  of  thy  Book, 
Thy  facred  Book  aloae, 

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4  Altho*  I  fail,  I  weep ; 
Altho'  I  halt  in  pace, 

Yet  ftill  with  trembling  Steps  I  creep 
Unto  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

5  O  then  let  Wrath  remove  : 
For  Love  will  do  the  Deed  ? 

Love  will  the  Conqueft  gain ;  with  Love 
E'en  ftony  Hearts  will  bleed. 

6  For  Love  is  fwift  of  Foot, 
Love  is  a  Man  of  War ; 

Love  can  refiillefs  Arrows  moot, 
And  hit  the  Mark  from  far. 

7  Who  can  efcape  his  Bow  ? 

That  which  hath  wrought  on  Thee, 
Which  brought  the  King  of  Glory  low, 
Muft  furely  work  on  me. 

g       O  throw  away  thy  Rod  ; 

What  tho'  Man  frailties  hath  ? 
Thou  art  my  SAVIOUR  and  my  GOD! 
O  throw  away  thy  Wrath ! 


D  /  FINE     LOVE 

Prom  the  German. 

THou  hidden  Love  of  GOD,  whofe  Height, 
Whofe  Depth  unfathom'd  no  Man  knows, 
I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  Light, 

Inly  I  figh  for  thy  Repofe : 
My  Heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  reft,  'till  it  finds  Reft  in  Thee, 


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2  Thy  fecret  Voice  invites  me  ftill 

The  Sweetnefs  of  thy  Yoke  to  prove ; 
And  fain  I  would :  But  tho'  my  Will 

feem  fixt,  yet  wide  my  Paffions  rove : 
Yet  Hindrances  ftrew  all  the  Way ; 
I  aim  at  Thee,  yet  from  Thee  ftray. 

3  'Tis  Mercy  all,  that  Thou  haft  brought 

My  Mind  to  feek  her  Peace  in  Thee  I 
Yet  while  I  feek,  but  find  Thee  not, 

No  Peace  my  wandring  Soul  mail  fee. 
O  when  mail  all  my  Wandrings  end, 
And  all  my  Steps  to  Thee- ward  tend  ? 

4  Is  there  a  Thing  beneath  the  Sun, 

That  ftrives  with  Thee  my  Heart  to  mare  ? 
Ah  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  LORD  of  ev'ry  Motion  there: 
Then  mail  my  Heart  from  Earth  be  free, 
When  it  has  found  Repofe  in  Thee. 

5  O  hide  this  SE  LF  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  CHRIST  in  me  may  live! 
My  vile  Affections  crucify, 

Nor  let  one  darling  Luft  furvive. 
In  all  Things  nothing  may  I  fee, 
Nothing  denre,  er  feek  but  Thee ! 

6  O  LOVE,  thy  Sov'reign  Aid  impart, 

To  fave  me  from  low-thoughted  Care : 
Chafe  this  Self-will  thro'  all  my  Heart, 

Thro'  all  its  latent  Mazes  there : 
Make  me  Thy  duteous  Child,  that  I 
Ceafelefs  may  Abba  Father  cry. 

7  Ah  no  !  ne'er  will  I  backward  turn  : 

Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone  I  am ! 
Thrice  happy  He,  who  views  with  Scorn 
Earth's  Toys  for  Thee  his  conftant  Flame. 

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O  help,  that  I  may  never  move 
From  the  bleft  Footfteps  of  thy  Love ! 

8  Each  Moment  draw  from  Earth  away 

My  Heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  Call: 
Speak  to  my  inmoft  Soul,  and  fay 

I  am  thy  Love,  thy  GOD,  thy  All ! 
To  feel  thy  Pow'r,  to  hear  thy  Voice, 
To  tafte  thy  Love  is  all  my  Choice ! 


Written  In  the  Be  ginning  of  a  Reco- 
very from  SickneJ's. 

A  CE,  flutt'ring  Soul!  the  Storm  is  o'er, 
Ended  at  laft  the  doubtful  Strife : 
Refpiring  now,  the  Caufe  explore 
That  bound  thee  to  a  wretched  Life. 

2  When  on  the  Margin'  of  the  Grave, 

Why  did  I  doubt  my  SAVIOUR'S  Art  ? 
Ah !  why  miftruit  his  Will  to  fave  ? 

What  meant  that  Fault' ring  of  my  Heart  ? 

3  'Twas  not  the  fearching  Pain  within 

That  filPd  my  coward  Flefh  with  Fear ; 
Nor  Confcioufnefs  of  Outward  Sin ; 
Nor  Senfe  of  Diifoiution  near. 

4  Of  Hope  I  felt  no  Joyful  Ground, 

The  Fruit  of  Righteoufnefs  alone  ; 
Naked  of  CHRIST  my  Soul  I  found, 
And  ftarted  from  a  GOD  unknown. 

5  Corrupt  my  Will,  nor  half  fubdu'd, 

Could  I  his  purer  Prefence  bear? 

Unchang'd,  unhallow'd,  unrenew'd 

Could  I  before  his  Face  appear  ? 

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6  Father  of  Mercies,  hear  my  Call ! 

Ere  yet  returns  the  Fatal  Hour, 
Repair  my  Lofs,  retrieve  my  Fall, 

And  raife  me  by  thy  quick'ning  Pow'r. 

7  My  Nature  re-exchange  for  Thine ; 

Be  Thou  my  Life,  my  Hope,  my  Gain ; 
Arm  me  in  Panoply  Divine, 

And  Death  mall  make  his  Dart  in  vain. 

g  When  I  thy  promis'd  CHRIST  have  feen, 

And  clafp'd  Him  in  my  Soul's  Embrace, 
Poffeft  of  my  Salvation,  Then  — 

Then,  let  me,  LORD,  depart  in  Peace  ! 


After  a  Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 

1  AND  live  I  yet  by  Pow'r  Divine ! 
JL\.     And  have  I  ftill  my  Courfe  to  run  ? 
Again  brought  back  in  its  Decline 

The  Shadow  of  my  parting  Sun  ? 

2  Wondring  I  aflc,  Is  This  the  Breaft 

Struggling  fo  late  and  torn  with  Pain  f 
The  Eyes  that  upward  look'd  for  Reft, 
And  dropt  their  weary  Lids  again ! 

3  The  recent  Horrors  ftill  appear : 

O  may  they  never  ceafe  to  awe  ! 
Still  be  the  King  of  Terrors  near, 
Whom  late  in  all  liis  Pomp  I  faw. 

4  Torture  and  Sin  prepar'd  his  Way, 

And  pointed  to  a  yawning  Tomb ! 
Darknefs  behind  eclips'd  the  Day, 

And  check' d  my  forward  Hopes  of  Home. 


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5  My  feeble  Flefh  refus'd  to  bear 

Its  ftrong  redoubled  Agonies : 
When  Mercy  heard  ray  fpeechlefs  Pray'r  5 
And  faw  me  faintly,  gafp  for  Eafe. 

6  JESUS  to  my  Deliv'rance  flew, 

Where  funk  in  mortal  Pangs.  I  lay : 
Pale  Death  his  Ancient  Conq'ror  knew, 
And  trembled,  and  ungrafp'd  his  Prey  f 

7  The  Fever  turn'd  its  backward  Courfc, 

Arrefted  by  Almighty  Pow'r; 
Sudden  expir'd  its  Fiery  Force, 

And  Anguifli  gnaw'd  my  Side  no  more, 

8  GOD  of  my  Life,  what  juft  Return 

Can  finful  Duii  and  Afhes  give  ? 
I  only  live  my  Sin  to  mourn, 
To  love  my  GOD  I  only  live  I 

9  To  Thee,  benign  and  faving  Power, 

I  confecrate  my  lengthen'd  Days ; 
While  mark'd  with  Bleffings,  ev'ry  Hour 
Shall  fpeak  thy  co-extended  Praife. 

10  How  mall  I  teach  the  World  to  love, 

Unchang'd  myfelf,  unloos'dmy  Tongue? 
Give  me  the  Pow'r  of  Faith  to  prove, 
And  Mercy  mall  be  all  my  Song.. 

1 1  Be  all  my  Added  Life  employ'd 

Thy  Image  in  my  Soul  to  fee : 
Fill  with  Thyfelf  the  Mighty  Void ; 
Enlarge  my  Heart  to  compafs  Thee  f 

12  O  give  me,  SA.VIOUR,  give  me  more! 

Thy  Mercies  to  my  Soul  reveal : 
Alas !  I  fee  their  endlefs  Store, 
Yet  O!  I  cannot,  cannot /«// 

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1 3  The  Blefiing  of  thy  Love  beftow  • 

For  this  my  Cries  mall  never  fail ; 
Wreftling  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
I  will  not,  'till  my  Suit  prevail, 

14  I'll  weary  Thee  with  my  Complaint  j 

Here  at  thy  JFeet  for  ever  lie, 
With  longing  fick,  with  groaning  faint  • 
O  give  me  Love,  or  eBe  I  die  J 

1 5  Without  this  beft,  divineft  Grace 

'Tis  Death,  'tis  worfe  than  Death  to  live  l 
'Tis  Hell  to  want  thy  Blifsful  Face, 

And  Saints  in  Thee  their  Heav'n  receive. 

1 6  Come  then,  my  Hope,  my  Life,  my  LORD, 

And  fix  in  me  thy  lafting  Home ! 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  Word, 

Thou  with  thy  promis'd  Father,  come  I 

1 7  Prepare,  and  then  poffefs  my  Heart, 

O  take  me,  feize  me  from  above : 
Thee  do  I  love,  for  GOD  Thou  art ; 
Thee  do  I  feel,  for  GOD  is  Love! 


A  Prayer  under  Conwi&ions. 

x  H  E  R  of  Light,  from  whom  proceeds 
Whate'er  thy  Ev'ry  Creature  needs> 

Whofe  Goodnefs  providently  nigh 

Feeds  the  young  Ravens  when  they  cry ; 

To  thee  I  look  j  my  Heart  prepare, 

Suggeft,  and  hearken  to  my  Pray'r. 

Since  by  thy  Light  Myfelf  I  fee 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  Thee, 
Thine 'Eyes  mult  all  my  Thoughts  furvey, 
Preventing  what  my  Lips  would  fay : 

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Thou  feeft  my  Wants ;  for  Help  they  call, 
And  e'er  I  fpeak,  Thou  know'ft  them  all. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  Bafenefs  of  my  Mind 
Wayward,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Thou  know'ft  how  unfubdu'd  my  Will, 
Averfe  to  Good,  and  prone  to  111 : 
Thou  know'ft  how  wide  my  Paffions  rove, 
Nor  check'd  by  Fear,  nor  charm'd  by  Love. 

4  Fain  would  I  know,  as  known  by  Thee, 
And  feel  the  Indigence  I  fee  ; 

Fain  would  I  all  my  Vilenefs  own, 
And  deep  beneath  the  Burthen  groan : 
Abhor  the  Pride  that  lurks  within, 
Deleft  and  loath  myfelf  and  Sin. 

5  Ah  give  me,  LORD,  myfelf  to  feel, 
My  total  Mifery  reveal : 

Ah  give  me,  LORD,  (I  ftill  would  fay) 
A  Heart  to  mourn,  a  Heart  to  pray  j 
My  Bufmefs  this,  my  only  Care, 
My  Life,  my  ev'ry  Breath  be  Pray'r. 

6  Scarce  I  begin  my  fad  Complaint, 
When  all  my  warmeft  Wifties  faint ; 
Hardly  I  lift  my  weeping  Eye, 
When  all  my  kindling  Ardors  die ; 
Nor  Hopes  nor  Fears  my  Bofom  move, 
For  ftill  I  cannot,  cannot  love. 

7  Father,  I  want  a  thankful  Heart ; 
I  want  to  tafte  how  good  Thou  art, 
To  plunge  me  in  thy  Mercy's  Sea, 
And  comprehend  thy  Love  to  me ; 

The  Breadth,  and  Length,  and  Depth,  and  Height, 
Of  Love  divinely  infinite. 

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Father,  I  long  my  Soul  to  raife, 
And  dwell  for  ever  on  thy  Praife, 
Thy  Praife  with  Glorious  Joy  to  tell, 
In  Extafy  unfpeakable ; 
While  the  Full  Pow'r  of  FAITH  I  know, 
And  reign  triumphant  here  below. 


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1  T  T  7 HO  hath  believ'd  the  Tidings ?  Who  ? 

V  V       Or  felt  the  Joys  our  Words  impart  ? 
Gladly  confefs'd  our  Record  true, 

And  found  the  Saviour  in  his  Heart  ? 
Planted  in  Nature's  barren  Ground, 

And  cherifh'd  by  JEHOVAH'S  Care, 
There  null  th'Immortal  Seed  be  found, 

The  Root  Divine  mall  flourifli  there  ! 

2  See,  the  Defire  of  Nations  comes ; 

Nor  outward  Pomp  befpeaks  him  near : 
A  Veil  of  Flefh  the  G  O  D  aflumes, 

A  Servant's  Form  he  {loops  to  wear ; 
He  lays  his  every  Glory  by  ; 

Ignobly  low,  obfcurely  mean, 
Of  Beauty  void,  in  Reafon's  Eye, 

The  Source  of  Lovelinefs  is  feen. 

3  Rejected  and  defpis'd  rof  Men, 

A  Man  of  Griefs,  enur'd  to  Woe  ; 
His  only  Intimate  is  Pain, 

And  Grief  is  all  his  Life  below. 
We  faw,  and  from  the  irkfome  Sight 

Difdainfully  our  Faces  turn'd  ; 
Hell  follow'd  Him  with  fierce  Defpight, 

And  Earth  the  humble  Abjeft  fcorn'd. 


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4  ^Surely  For  Us  He  humblsd  was, 

And  griev'd  with  Sorrows,  not  his  own : 
*Of  all  his  Woes  were  We  the  Caufe, 

We  fill-'d  his  Soul  with  Pangs  unknown. 
Yet  Him  th'Offender  we  efteem'd, 

Striken  by  Heav'ns  vindidlive  Rod, 
. Afflided  for  Himfelf  we  deem'd, 

And  puniflrd  by  an  Angry  GOD. 

5  But  O !  with  our  Tranlgreffions  ftain'd, 

For  our  Offence  He  wounded  was ; 
Ours  were  the  Sins  that  bruis'd,  and  pain'd, 

And  fcourg'd,  and  nail'd  Him  to  the  Crofs, 
T-he  Chaftifement  that  bought  our  Peace, 

To  Sinners  due,  on  Him  was  laid  •. 
'-Confcience  be  ftill !  thy  Terrors  ceafe ! 

The  Debt's  difcharg'd,  the  Ranfom's.paid, 

•6  What  tho'  we  All,  as  wand'ring  Sheep, 

Have  left  our  GOD,  and  lov'd  to  ftray, 
Refus'd  his  mild  Commands  to  keep, 

And  madly  urg'd  the  downward  Way ; 
-   -Father,  on  Him  thy  Bolt  did  fall, 

The  mortal  Law  thy  Son  fulfill'd, 
Thou  laid'ft  on  Him  the  Guilt  of  All, 
-And  by  his  Stripes  we  All  are  heal'd. 

7  Accused,  his  .Mouth  He  open'd  not, 

He  anfwer'd  not  by  Wrongs  opprefs'd •» 
Pure  tho'  He  was  from  finful  Spot, 

Our  Guilt  He  Silently  confeft  J 
fMeek  as  a  Lamb  to  Slaughter  led, 

A  Sheep -before  his  Shearers  dumb, 
"To  fuffer  in  the  Sinner's  Stead, 
JJehold  the  Spotlefs  Vi&im  come! 


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8  Who  could  his  Heavenly  Birth  declare  - 

When  bound  by  Man  He  iilent  flood, , 
When  Worms  arraign'd  Him  at  their  Bar;. 

And  doom'd  to  Death  th' Eternal  GOD? 
Patient  the.  Sufferings  to  fuftain. 

The  Vengeance  to  Tranfgreffors  due, 
Guiltlefs  He  groan'd,  .and  died  for  Man: 

Sinners  rejoice,  He-died  for  you  ! 

9  For  your  imputed  Guilt  He  bled,.. 

Made  Sin  afinful  World  to  fave; 
IVIeekly  He  funk  among  the  Dead  : 

The  Rich  fupplied  an  Honour'd  Grave  ?* 
For  O  !  devoid  of  Sin, .  and  free 

From  Actual  or  Intail'd  Offence, 
No  Sinner  in  Himfelf  was  He, 

But  pure  and  perfect  Innocence. 

JO  Yet  Him  th'Alrnighty  Father's  Will. 

With  bruifing  Chaftifements  purfu'd,  . 
Doom'd  Him  the  Weight  of  Sin  to  feels  f 

And  fternly  juft  requir'd  his  Blood. 
But  lo !  the  Mortal  Debt  is  paid, 

The  coftly  Sacrifice  is  o'er, 
His  Soul  for  Sin  an  Offering  made 

Revives,  and  He  lhall  .die  no  more. 

1 1  His  numerous  Seed  He  now  (hall  fee, . 

Scatter'd  thro'  all  the  Earth  abroad, „ 
Bleft  with  His  Immortality,  . 

Begot  by  him,  and  born  of  GOD.  . 
Head  to  his  Church  o'er  all  below, 

Long  ftial!  He  here  his  Sons  fuftain  j  - 
Their  bounding  Hearts  his.  Power  (hall  knowi  ~ 

And  blefs  the  lov'd  Mefliah's  Reign. 

i*  'Twixt  GOD  and  Them  He  ftill  iliall  ftand,  , 

The  Children  whom  his  Sire  hath  given, 
Their  Caufe  mall  profper  in  his  Hand,         [ven  : 
RIGHTEOUSNESS  looks  down  fromHea' 
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While  pleas'd  He  counts  the  ranfonTd  Race, 
And  calls,  and  draws  them  from  above  ; 

The  Travail  of  his  Soul  furveys, 
And  refts  in  his  Redeeming  Love. 

13  'Tis  done !  my  Juftice  afks  no  more, 

The  Satisfaction's  fully  made : 
Their  Sins  He  in  his  Body  bore ; 

Their  Surety  all  the  Debt  has  paid. 
My  Righteous  Servant  and  my  Son 

Shall  each  believing  Sinner  clear, 
And  All,  who  ftoop  t'abjure  their  own, 

Shall  in  his  Righteoufnefs  appear. 

14  Them  fhall  He  claim  his  juft  Defert, 

Them  his  Inheritance  receive, 
And  many  a  contrite  humble  Heart 

Will  I  for  his  Pofleffion  give, 
Satan  He  thence  fhall  chafe  away, 

AfTert  his  Right,  his  Foes  o'eicome; 
Stronger  than  Hell  retrieve  the  Prey, 

And  bear  the  Spoil  triumphant  Home. 

»5  For  charg'd  with  all  their  Guilt  he  flood, 

Sinners  from  Suffering  to  redeem, 
For  Them  He  pour'd  out 'all  his  Blood, 

Their  Subflitute,  He  died  for  Them. 
He  died  ;  and  rofe  his  Death  to  plead, 

To  teftify  Their -Sins  forgiven  — 
And  ftill  I  hear  Him  interceed, 

And  ftill  He  makes  Their  Claim  to  Heaven ! 


w 


Waiting  for  Redemption. 

E  A  RY  of  ftruggling  with  my  Pain, 
Hopelefs  to  burft  my  Nature's  Chain, 

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Hardly  I  give  the  Conteft  o'er, 
I  feek  to  free  myfelf  no  more. 

2  •     From  my  own  Works  at  laft  I  ceafe, 
GOD  muft  create  and  feal  my  Peace  ; 
Fruitlefs  my  Toil,  and  Vain  my  Care, 
For  all  my  Fitnefs  is  Defpair. 

3'     LORD,  I  defpair  myfelf  to  heal  3 
I  fee  my  Sin,  but  cannot  feel  : 
I  cannot,  'till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'Obedient  Waters  flow.  . 

4       'Tis  Thine  an  Heart  of  Flefh'to  give,  . 
Thy  Gifts  I  only  can  receive  : 
Here  then  to  Thee  I  all  refign, 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  feal  is 


5  With  fimple  Faith,  to  Thee  I  call, 
My  Light,  my  Life,  my  LORD,  my  AH: 
I  wait  the  Moving  of  the  Pool  ; 

I  wait  the  Word  that  fpeaks  me  Whole. 

6  Speak,  gracious  LORD,  my  Sicknefs  cure, 
Make  my  infected  Nature  pure  : 

Peace,  Righteoufnefs,  and  Joy  import,, 
And  pour  Thyfelf  into  my  Heart.. 


GAI  .  iii.  22. 

e  Scripture  bath  concluded  all  un- 
der Sin,  that  the  Promije  by  Faith 
of  JESUS  CHRIST  might  fa  given 
to  them  that  believe. 

E  S  U,  the  Sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee 
Loft  and  undone  for  Aid  I  flee., 

F  3  Wcaiy 


J 


(To     HYMK'S  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Weary  of  Earth,  Myfelf,  and  Sin  : 
Open  thine  Arms,  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity,  and  heal  my  Sin-fick  Soul, 
'Tis  Thou  alone  canft  make  me  whole, 
Fal'n,  'till  in  Me  thine  Image  mine, 
And  curd  I  am,  'till  Thou  art  mine. 

3  Hear,  JESU,  hear  my  helplefs  Cry, 
O  fave  a  Wretch  condemn'd  to  die ! 
The  Sentence  in  Myfelf  I  feel, 

And  all  my  Nature  teems  with  Hell. 

4  When  {hall  Concupifcence  and  Pride 
No  more  my  tortur'd  Heart  divide  f 
When  fhall  this  Agony  be  o'er, 

And  the  Old  Adam  rage  no  more! 

5  Awake,  the  Woman's  Conqu'ring  Seed, 
Awake,  and  bruife  the  Serpent's  Head, 
Tread  down  thy  Foes,  with  Power  controul 
The  Beaft  and  Devil  in  my  Soul. 

6  The  Manfion  for  Thyfelf  prepare, 
Difpofe  my  Heart  by  Ent'ring  there ! 
'Tis  This  alone  can  make  me  clean, 
/Tis  This  alone  can  caft  out  Sin. 

7  Long  have  I  vainly  hop'd  and  ftrove 
To  force  my  Hardnefs  into  Love, 

To  give  Thee  all  thy  Laws  require ; 
And  labour'd  in  the  Purging  Fire : 

8  A  thoufand  fpecious  Arts  eflay'd, 
Call'd  the  deep  Myjiic  to  my  Aid : 
His  boafted  Skill  the  Brute  refin'd, 
But  left  the  fubtler  Fiend  behind. 


Frail 


and  SACRED  POEMS.      6t 

9       Frail,  dark,  impure,  I  ftill  remain, 
Nor  hope  to  break  my  Nature's  Chain : 
The  fond  felf-emptying  Scheme  is  paft,. 
And  lo  !  conftrain'd  I  yield  at  laft. 

i  o       At  laft  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  mould  fit  Myfelf  for  Thee: 
Here  then  to  Thee,  I  all  refign, 
Thine  is  the  Work,  and  only  Thine. 

1 1  No  more  to  lift  my  Eyes  I  dare. 
Abandon'd  to  ajuft  Defpair; 

I  Have  my  Punifhment  in  View,, 
I  Feel  a  thoufand  Hells  my  Due. 

1 2  What  mall  I  fay  thy  Grace  to  move  ? 
LORD  I  am  Sin — but  Thou  art  Love : 
I  give  up  every  Plea  befide, 

LORD  I  am  damn'd — but  Thou  haft  died  I 

» 3       While  groaning  at  thy  Feet  I  fall. 
Spurn  me  away,  refufe  my  Call, 
If  Love  permit,  contraft  thy  Brovvy 
And,  if  Thou  canft,  deftroy  me  now  F 


Hoping  for  GRACE. 

From  tie  German. 

Ti  yTY  Soul  before  Thee  proftrate  lies, 
J.VJL     To  Thee  her  Source  my  Spirk  flies,. 
My  Wants  I  mourn,  my  Chains  I  fee  : 
O  let  thy  Prefence  fet  me  free ! 

Loft  and  undone,  for  Aid  I  cry ; 
In  thy  Death,  SAVIOUR,  let  me  die  f 
Griev'd  with  thy  Grief,  pain'd  with  thy  Pain, 
Ne'er  may  I  feel  Self-love  again. 

3  JES 


6z.    HYMNS  and  SACS.ED  POEMS. 

3  JESU,  vouchfafe  my  Heart  and  Will 
With  thy  meek  Lowlinefs  to  fill ; 

No  more  her  Pow'r  let  Nature  boaft, 
But  in  thy  Will  may  mine  be  loft. 

4  In  Life's  fnort  Day  let  me  yet  more 
Of  thy  enlivening  Pow'r  implore : 
My  Mind  mufl  deeper  fink  in  Thee, 
My  Foot  ftand  nrm  from  Wandring  free. 

5-      Ye  Sons  of  Men,  here  nought  avails 
Your  Strength,  here  all  your  Wifdom  fails ;. 
Who  bids  a  Cnful  Heart  be  clean  ? 
Thou  only,  .LORD,  fupreme  of  Men. 

6  And  well  I  know  thy  tender  Love  ; 
Thou  never  didft  unfaithful  prove : 
And  well  I  know  Thou  ftand'ft  by  me, 
Pleas'd  from  Myfelf  to  fet  me  fres. 

7  Still  will  I  watch,  and  labour  {till 
To  banifh  ev'ry  Thought  of  111 ; 
'Till  Thou  in  thy  good  Time  appear,. 
And,  fav'ft  me  from  the  Fowler^s  Snare. 

2       Already  fpringing  Hope  I  feel ; 
GOD  will  deftroy  the  Pow'r  of  Hell; 
GOD  from  the  Land  of  Wars  and  Pain 
Leads  me  where  Peace  and  Safety  reign. 

9       One  only  Care  my  Soul  {hall  know, 
Father,,  all  thy  Commands  to  do  : 
Ah  deep  engrave  it  on  my  Breaft, 
That  I  in  Thee  ev'n  now  am  blell. 

10       When  my  warm  Thought  I  fix  on  Thee, 
And  plunge  me  in  thy  Mercy's  Sea, 
Then  ev'n  on  me  thy  Face  mall  fhine, 
And  quicken  this  dead  Heart  of  mine. 

xi  S« 


HYMNS  find  SACRED  POEMS. 

"J  i       So  ev'n  in  Storms  my  Zeal  fnall  grow ; 
So  ftiall  I  thy  Hid  Sweetnefs  know ; 
And  feel  (what  endlefs  Age  fhall  prove) 
That  Thou,  my  LORD,  my  GOD,  art  Love. 


the    D  A   W  N.I   N   G. 

From  HERBERT. 

WAKE,  fad  Heart,  whom  Sorrows  drown, 

Lift  up  thine  Eyes,  and  ceafe  to, mourn, 
Unfold  thy  Forehead's  fettled  Frown  ; 
Thy  SAVIOUR,  and  thy  Joys  return. 

2  Awake,  fad  drooping  Heart  awake ! 

No  more  lament,  and  pine,  and  cry : 
His  Death  Thou  ever  doft  partake, 
Partake  at  laft  his  Vi&ory. 

3  Arife ;  if  thou  doft  not  withftand, 

CHRIST'S  Refurreftion  Thine  may  be: 
O  break  not  from  the  Gracious  Hand 
Which,  as  it  rifes,  raifes  Thee. 

4  Chear'd  by  thy  SAVIOUR'S  Sorrows  rife; 

He  griev'd,  that  Thou  mayft  ceafe  to  grieve; 
Dry  with  his  Burial  Cloths  thine  Eyes, 
He  dy'd  Himfelf  that  Thou  mayft  live  f 

PSAL.  CXXX1X.    27. 

Try  me,    O   G  O  D,    and  feek   the 
Ground  of  my  Heart. 

i     TEsu  !  my  great  High-prieft  above, 

J   My  Friend  before  the  Throne  of  Love  ! 
If  now  for  Me  prevails  thy  Prayer, 
If  now  I  find  Thee  pleading  there; 


*4      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

If  Thou  the  Secret  Wilh  convey, 
And  fweetly  prompt  my  .Heart  to  pray, 
Hear ;  and  my  weak  Petitions  join, 
Almighty  Advocate, , to  Thine] 

2-!     Fain  would  I  know,  my  utmoft  111, 
And  groan  my  Nature's  Weight  to  feel, 
To  feel  the  Clouds  that  round  me  roll, 
The  Night  that  hangs  upon  my  Soul ; 
The  Darknefs  of  my  Carnal  Mind, 
My  Will  perverfe,  .my  Paflions  blind, 
Scatter'd  o'er  all  the  Earth  abroad, 
Immeafurably  far  from  GOD. 

3  JESU  !  my  Heart's  Defire  obtain, . 
My  earned  Suit  prefent,  and  gain, 
My  Fulnefs  of  Corruption  fhew, 
The  Knowledge  of  Myfelf  beflow ; 
A  deeper  Difplicence  at  Sin, 

A  fharper  Senfe  of  Hell  within, 
A  ftronger  Struggling  to  get  free, 
A  keener  Appetite  for  Thee. 

4  For  Thee  my  Spirit  often  pants, 
Yet  often  in  purfuing  faints, 
Drooping  it  loon  neglefts  t'afpire, 
Nor  fans  the  ever-dying  Fire  r 

No  more  thy  Glory's  Skirts  are  feen, 
The  World,  the  Creature  fteals  between  °, 
Heavenward  no  more  my  Wilhea  move, 
And  I  forget  that  Thou  .art  Love. 

5  O  Sovereign  Love,,  to.  Thee  I  cry, 
Give  me  thy  f  elf,  or  e!fe  I  die. 

Save  me  from  Death,  from  Hell  fet  free, 
Death,  Hell,  are  but  the  Want  of  Thee  : 
Quickned  by  thy  imparted  Flame, 
Sav'd,  when  pofleft  of  Thee,  I  am  j 
My  Life,  my  only  Heav'n  Thou  art : 
O  might  I  feel  Thee  in  my  Heart !  . 


'HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS,     'tf 


Me     CHANGE. 

From  the  German. 

Esu,  whofe  Glory's  (beaming  Rays, 
Tho'  duteous  to  thy  high  Command 
Not  Seraphs  view  with  open  Face, 

But  veil'd  before  thy  Prefence  ftand : 
How  mall  weak  Eyes  of  Flefh,  weigh'd  dowm 

With  Sin,  and  dim  with  Error's  Night, 
Dare  to  behold  thy  awful  Throne, 

Or  view  thy  unapproached  Light  ? 

2  Reftore  my  Sight !  let  thy  free  Grace 

An  Entrance  to  the  Holieft  give  ! 
Open  my  Eyes  of  Faith !  thy  Face 

So  fliall  I  fee ;  yet  feeing  live. 
Thy  Golden  Scepter  from  above 

Reach  forth;  fee  my  whole  Heart  I  bow; 
Say  to  my  Soul,  Thou  art  my  Love, 

My  Chofen  midil  ten  thoufand  Thou. 

3  O  JESU,  full  of  Grace  !  the  Sighs 

Of  a  fick  Heart  with  Pity  view ! 
Hark  how  my  Silence  fpeaks ;  and  cries, 

Mercy,  Thou  GOD  of  Mercy,  mew! 
I,  know  Thou  canft  not  but  be -Good! 

How  fhouldftThou,  LORD,  thy  Grace  reftrain? 
Thou,  LORD,  whofe  Blood  fo  largely  flow'd 

To  fave  me  from  all  Guilt  and  Pain. 

4  Into  thy  gracious  Hands  I  fall, 

And  with  the  Arms  of  Faith  embrace ! 

0  King  of  Glory,  hear  my  Call ! 

O  raife  me,  heal  me  by  thy  Grace  f 
-  -Now  Righteous  thro'  thy  Wounds  I  am* 
No  Condemnation  now  I  dread; 

1  tafte  Salvation  in  thy  Name, 

Alive  in  Thee  my  Living  Head? 


S5     HYMNS  and  SACRED   POEMS, 

5  Still  let  thy  Wifdom  be  my  Guide, 

Nor  take  thy  Light  from  me  away  T 
Still  with  me  let  thy  Grace  abide, 

That  I  from  Thee  may  never  ftray  : 
Let  thy  Word  richly  in  me  dwell ; 

Thy  Peace  and  Love  my  Portion  be, 
My  Joy  t'endure,  and  do  thy  Will, 

'Till  perfect  I  am  found  in  Thee ! 

6  Arm  me  with  thy  whole  Armour,  LORD, 

Support  my  Weaknefs  with  thy  Might : 
^Gird  on  my  Thigh  thy  conq'ring  Sword, 

And  ftiield  me  in  the  threat'ning  Fight  • 
From  Faith  to  Faith,  from  Grace  to  Grace, 

So  in  thy  Strength  {hall  I  go  on, 
'Till  Heav'n  and  Earth  flee  from  thy  Face, 

And  Glory  end  what  Grace  begijn. 


II  Y  M  N  S 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     6^ 

HYMNS 

A  N  D 

SACRED  POEMS. 

PART     II. 

CH  R  i  ST  the  Friend  of  Sitmers. 


HERE  fhall  my  wondring  Soul  begin  ? 
How  fhall  I  All  to  Heav'n  alpire  ? 
A  Slave  redeem'd  from  Death  and  Sin, 
A  Brand  pluck'd  from  Eternal  Fire  ; 
How  (hall  I  equal  Triumphs  raife, 
And  fing  my  Great  Deliverer's  Praife? 


2  O  how  (hall  I  the  Goodnefs  tell, 

Father,  which  Thou  to  me  haft  ihow'd, 
That  I,  a  Child  of  Wrath,  and  Hell, 

I  fhould  be  call'd  a  Child  of  GOD ! 
Should  know,  mould  feel  my  Sins  forgiven, 
Bleft  with  this  Antepaft  of  Heaven! 

3  And  (hall  I  flight  my  Father's  Love, 

Or  bafely  fear  his  Gifts  to  own  ? 
Unmindful  of  his  Favours  prove  ? 

Shall  I,  the  hallow'd  Crofs  to  flr.m, 
Refufe  his  Righteoufnefs  t' impart, 
By  hiding  it  within  my  Heart  ? 

G  4  No: 


68      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

4  No :  Tho'  the  Antient  Dragon  rage, 
And  call  forth  all  his  Holt  to  War, 

Tho'  Earth's  Self-righteous  Sons  engage  ? 
Them,  and  their  God  alike  I  dare: 

JESITS,  the  Sinner's  Friend  proclaim, 

JESUS,  to  Sinners  flill  the  fame. 

*$-  Outcafts  of  Men,  to  You  I  call, 

Harlots,  and  Publicans,  and  Thieves ! 
Pie  fpreads  his  Arms  t'embrace  you  all ; 

Sinners  alone  his  Grace  receives  : 
No  Need  of  Him  the  Righteous  have, 
He  came  the  Loft  to  feek  and  fave ! 

6  Come  all  ye  Magdalem  in  Luft, 

•    Te  Ruffians  fell  in  Murders  old; 
Repent,  and  live  ;  defpair,  and  truft ! 

JESUS  for  you  to  Death  was  fold; 
Tho'  Hell  proteft,  and  Earth  repine, 
He  died  for  Crimes  like  Yours — and  Mine. 

7  .Come,  O  my  guilty  Brethren,  come, 

Groaning  beneath  your  Load  of  Sin ! 
His  bleeding  Heart  (hall  make  you  room, 

His  open  Side  mall  take  you  in  : 
He  calls  you  N  ow,  invites  you  home- 
Come,  O  my  guilty  Brethren,  come ! 

3  For  you  the  purple  Current  flow'd 

In  Pardons  from  his  wounded  Side: 
Languiih'd  for  you  th' Eternal  GOD, 
For  you  the  Prince  of  Glory  dy'd. 
Believe ;  and  All  your  Sin's  forgiven, 
Onlj  Believe — and  yours  is  Heaven. 


On 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMTS.     69 

On  the  Converfion  ofa  Common  Harlot. 

LUKE  xv.   10. 

Tbere  is  Joy  in  the  Prejence  of  thf 
Angels  of  G.Q.D  over  one  Sinner 
that 


I  N  G  ye  Heavens,  and  Earth  rejoict^. 

Make  to  GOD  a  chearful  Nolle  ; 
He  the  Work  alone  hath  done, 
He  hath  glorified  his  Son. 

2  Sons  of  GOD  exulting  rife; 
Join  the  Triumph  of  die  Skies, 
See  the  Prodigal  is  come, 

Shout  to  bear  the  Wanderer  home  f' 

3  Strive  in  Joy  with  Angels  ftrive, 
Dead  She  was,  but  novv's  alive, 
Loud  repeat  the  glorious  Sound, 
Loft  She  was,  but  now  is  found  ! 

4  This  through  Ages  all  along, 
This  be  ftill  the  Joyous  Song, 
Wide  diffus'd  o'er  Earth  abroad, 
Mufick  iii  the  Ears  of  GOD. 

r       Refcued  from  the  Fowler's  Snare, 
JESUS  fpreads  his  Arms  for  Her, 
JESU'S  Arms  her  facred  Fence  : 
Come,,  ye  Fiends,  and  pluck  her  thence  I 

6       Thence  me  never  (hall  remove, 
Safe  in  his  Redeeming  Love  : 
This  the  Purchafe  of  his  Groans  \ 
This  the  Soul  he  died  for  once  ! 
G  2 


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7         Now  the  gracious  Father  fmiles, 
Now  the  SAVIOUR  boafts  his  Spoils: 
Now  the  Spirit  grieves  no  more  : 
Sing  ye  Heav'ns,  and  Earth  adore ! 


Looking  unto  JESUS  the  Author  and 
Finifier  of  our  Faith. 

ORD,  if  to  Me  thy  Grace  hath  given, 
A  Spark  of  Life,  a  Tafte  of  Heaven, 
The  Gofpel  Pearl,  the  Woman's  Seed, 
The  Bruifer  of  the  Serpent's  Head  : 

2  Why  fleeps  my  Principle  Divine  ? 
Why  haftens  not  my  Spark  to  fnine  ? 
The  Saviour  in  my  Heart  to  move, 
And  all  my  Soul  to  flame  with  Love  ? 

3  Buried,  o'erwhelm'd,  and  loft  in  Sin, 
And  feemingly  extindl  within, 
Th'Immortal  Seed  unaclive  lies, 

The  Heav'nly  Adam  finks,  and  dies : 

4  Dies,  and  revives  the  Dying  Flame. 
Call  down,  but  not  deftroy'd  I  am, 
'Midft  thoufand  Lufts  I  ftill  refpire, 
And  tremble,  unconftsm'd,  in  Fire. 

5  Suffer'd  awhile  to  want  my  GOD, 
To  groan  beneath  my  Nature's  Load, 
That  Ail  may  own,  that  All  may  fee, 
WUngodly  juflijied  in  Me. 


ANO- 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.      ~T 


AND  T  H  E  R. 

AVI  OUR  of  Men,  how  long  {hall  I 

Forgotten  at  thy  Footftool  lie  ! 
Clofe  by  the  Fountain  of  thy  Blood, 
Yet  groaning  (till  to  be  renew'd ; 

2  A  Miracle  of  Grace  and  Sin, 
Pardon'd,  yet  ftill,  alas,  unclean  ? 
Thy  Righteoufnefs  is  counted  Mine  : 
When  will.it  in  my  Nature  fhine  ? 

3  Darkfome  I  ftill  remain  and  void, 
And  painfully  unlike  my  GOD, 
'Till  Thou  diffufe  a  brighter  Ray, 
And  turn  the  Glimm.lring  into  Day. 

4  Why  didft  Thou  the  Ffrft  Gift  impart, 
And  fprinkle  with  thy  Blood  my  Heart, 
But  that  my  fprinkled  Heart  might  prove, 
The  Life  and  Liberty  of  Love  ? 

5  Why  didft  Thou  bid  my  Terrors  ceafe, . 
And  fweetly  fill  my  Soul  with  Peace, 

But  thn.t  my  peaceful  Soul  might  know 
The  Joys  that  from  Believing  flow  ? 

6  See  then  thy  Ranfom'd  Servant,  fee, 
I  hunger,  LORD,  I  thirl  t  for  Thee  ! 
Feed  me  with  Love,  thy  Spirit  give, 

I  gafp,  in  Him,  in  Thee  to  live. 

7  The  Promis'd  Comforter  impart, 
Open  the  Fountain  in  my  Heart ; 
There  let  Him  flow  with  fpringing  Joys,, 
And  into  Life  Eternal  rife.. 

G  3  8  Thee 


72      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POMES. 

There  let  Him  ever,  ever  dwell, 
The  Pledge,  the  Witnefs,  and  the  Seal ; 
I'll  glory  then  in  Sin  forgiven, 
In  CHRIST  my  Life,  my  Love,  my  Heaven? 


HYMN  of  THANKSGIVING  to  the 
FATHER. 

THEE,  O  my  G O D  and  King, 
My  Father,  Thee  I  fing ! 
Hear  well-pleas'd  the  joyous  Sound, 

Praife  from  Earth  and  Heav'n  receive  j 
Loft,  I  now  in  CHRIST  am  found, 
Dead,  by  Faith  in  CHRIST  I  live. 

Father,  behold  thy  Son, 
In  CHRIST  I  am  thy  own. 
Stranger  long  to  Thee  and  Reft, 

See  the  Prodigal  is  come  : 
Open  wide  thine  Arms  and  Breaft, 
Take  the  weary  Wand'rer  home. 

Thine  Eye  obferv'd  from  far, 
Thy  Pity  look'd  me  near: 
Me  thy  Bowels  yearn' d  to  fee, 
Me  thy  Mercy  ran  to  find, 
Empty,  poor,  and  void  of  Thee, 
Hungry,  fick,  and  faint,  and  blind. 

Thou  on  my  Neck  didft  fall, 
Thy  Kifs  forgave  me  all : 
Still  the  gracious  Words  I  hear, 

Words  that  made  the  SAVIOUR  mine, 
Hafte,  for  him  the  Robe  prepare, 
His  be  Righteoufnefs  Divine ! 

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Thee  then,  my  G  O  D  and  King, 
My  Father,  Thee  I  fmg  • 
Hear  well-pleas'd  the  joyous  Sound, 

Praife  from  Earth  and  Heav'n  receive  ; 
Loft,  I  now  in  CHRIST  am  found, 
Dead,  by  FAITH  in  CHRIST  I  live. 


O 


HYMN  to  the  SON. 

Filial  Deity, 

Accept  my  New-born  Cry  ! 
See  the  Travail  of  thy  Soul, 

SAVIOUR,  and  be  fatisfy'd ; 
Take  me  now,  poflefs  me  whole, 
Who  for  Me,  for  Me  haft  dy'd ! 

Of  Life  Thou  art  the  Tree, 
My  Immortality  f 
Feed  this  tender  Branch  of  Thine, 

Ceafelefs  Influence  derive, 
Thou  the  true,  the  Heav'nly  Vine, 
Grafted  into  Thee  I  live. 

Of  Life  the  Fountain  Thou, 
I  know — 1  feel  it  Now  ! 
Faint  and  dead  no  more  I  droop : 
Thou  art  in  me :  Thy  Supplies 
Ev'ry  Moment  fpringing  up 
Into  Life  Eternal  rife. 

(.  Thou  the  Good  Shepherd  art, 

From  Thee  I  ne'er  fhall  part : 
Thou  my  Keeper  and  my  Guide, 
Make  me  ftill  thy  tender  Care, 
Gently  lead  me  by  thy  Side, 
Sweetly  in  thy  Bofom  bear. 

;  Thou  art  my  Daily  Bread ; 

O  CHRIST,  Thou  art  my  Head : 


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Motion,  Virtue,  Strength  to  Me, 
Me  thy  Living  Member  flow; 

Nourifh'd  I,  and  fed  by  Thee, 
Up  to  Thee  in  all  Things  gro\\'. 

6  Prophet,  to  me  reveal 
Thy  Father's  perfecl  Will. 

Never  Mortal  (pake  like  Thee, 

Human  Prophet  like  Divine  : 
Loud  and  ilrong  their  Voices  be, 

Small  and  ilill  and  inward  Thine  f 

7  On  Thee  my  Prieft  I  call, 
Thy  Blood  aton'd  for  All. 

Still  the  Lamb  as  flain  appears, 

Still  Thou  Hand 'it  before  the  Throne, 

Ever  off'ring  up  thy  Pray'rs, 
Thsfe  prefenting  with  thy  own. 

8  JESU  !  Thou  art  my  King, 
From  Thee  my  Strength  I  bring! 

Shadow'd  by  thy  mighty  Hand, 

SAVIOUR,  who  mall  pluck  me  thence  ? 

FAITH  fupports,  by  FAITH  I  ftand 
Strong  as  thy  Omnipotence, 

9  O  Filial  Deity, 

Accept  my  New-born  Cry ! 
See  the  Travail  of  thy  Soul, 

SAVIOIJR,  and  be  latisfy'd  j 
Take  me  now,  poflefs  me  whole, 

Who  for  Me,  for  Me  hail  dy'd ! 


HYMN  to  the  HOLY  GHOST. 

EAR,  Holy  Spirit,  hear, 
My  Inward  Comforter  1 

Loos'd 


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Loos'd  by  Thee  my  ftamm'ring  Tongue 

Firft  effays  to  praife  Thee  now, 
This  the  New,  the  Joyful  Song, 

Hear  it  in  thy  Temple  Thou ! 

Long  o'er  my  Formlefs  Soul 
The  dreary  Waves  did  roll  j 
Void  I  lay,  and  funk  in  Night : 

Thou,  the  overfhadowing  Dove, 
Call'dft  the  Chaos  into  Light, 
Bad:ft  me  Be,  and  live,  and  love. 

Thee  I  exult  to  Feel, 
Thou  in  my  Heart  doft  dwell : 
There  Thou  bear'ft  thy  Witnefs  true, 
Shed'ft  the  Love  of  G OD  abroad  ; 
I  in  CHRIST  a  Creature  New, 
I,  ev'n  I,  am  born  of  G  O  D ! 

Ere  yet  the  Time  was  come 
To  fix  in  Me  thy  Home,. 
With  me  oft  Thou  didft  refide  •- 

Now,  my  G  O  D,  Thou  In  me  art  ? 
Here  Thou  ever  malt  abide  j 
One  we  are,  no  more  to  part. 

Fruit  of  the  SAVIOUR'S  Pray'r, 
My  Promis'd  Comforter ! 
Thee  the  World  cannot  receive, 

Thee  they  neither  know  nor  fee, 
Dead  is  all  the  Life  they  live, 

Dark  their  Light,  while  void  of  Thee. 

Yet  I  partake  thy  Grace 
Thro'  CHRIST  my  Righteoufnefs  ; 
Mine  the  Gifts  Thou  doft  impart, 
Mine  the  Unftion  from  above, 
Pardon  written  on  my  Heart, 

Light,  and  Life,  and  Joy,  and  Love. 

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7  Thy  Gifts,  beft  Paraclete, 
I  glory  to  repeat : 

Sweetly  Sure  of  Grace  I  am, 

Pardon  to  my  Soul  apply 'd, 
Int'reft  in  the  fpotlefs  Lamb  ; 

Dead  for  All,  for  me  He  dy'd. 

8  Thou  art  Thyfelf  the  Seal ; 
I  more  than  Pardon  feel : 

Peace,  Unutterable  Peace, 

Joy  that  Ages  ne'er  can  move, 

Faith's  Affurance,  Hope's  Increafe,. 
All  the  Confidence  of  Love  f 

9  Pledge. of  the  Promife  giv'n, 
My  Antepaft  of  Heav'n  j  - 

Earneft  Thou  of  Joys  Divine, 

Joys  Divine  on  Me  beftow'd, 
Heav'n,  and  CHXIST,.  and  All  is  mine, 

All  the  Plenitude  of  G  O  D. 

JO  Thou  art  My  Inward  Guide, 

I  alk  no  Help  befide : 
Arm  of  G  OD,  on  Thee  I  call, 

Weak  as  Helplefs  Infancy  ! 
Weak  I  am  —  yet  cannot  fall 

Stay'd  by  FAITH,  and  led  by  Thee  f 

1 I  Hear,  Holy  Spirit,  hear, 

My  Inward  Comforter ! 
X.oos'd  by  Thee  my  ftamm'ring  Tongue 

Firft  efiays  to  praife  Thee  now  ; 
This  the  New,  the  Joyful  Song, 
Hear  it  in  thy  Temple  Thou ! 


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The      GLANCE. 

From  HERBERT. 

1  T  T  7  H  E  N  firil:  thy  gracious  Eye's  Survey, 

V  V       Ev'n  in  die  midit  of  Youth  and  Night, 
Mark'd  me,  where  funk  in  Sin  I  lay, 
I  felt  a  ftrange,  unknown  Delight. 

2  My  Soul,  as  all  at  once  renew'd 

Own'd  the  Divine  Pliyfician's  Art, 
So  fwift  che  healing  Look  bedew'd, 

Embalm'd,  o1er-ran,  and  fill'd  my  Heart. 

3  Since  then  I  many  a  bitter  Storm 

Have  felt,  and  feeling  fure  had  'dy'd, 
Had  tiie  malicious  Fatal  Harm 
Roll'd  on  its  unmolefted  Tide : 

4  But  working  (till,  within  my  Soul, 

Thy  fweet  Original  Joy  remain'd  ; 
Thy  Love  did  all  my  Griefs  controul, 
Thy  Love  the  Viclory  more  than  gain'd. 

5  If  the  firil  Glance,  but  open'd  now 

And  now  feaPd  up,  fo  pow'rfui  prove, 
What  wondrous  Transports  mall  we  know 
When  glorying  in  thy  full-ey'd  Love  ! 

6  When  Thou  malt  look  us  out  of  Pain, 

And  raife  us  to  thy  Blifsful  Sight, 
With  open  Face  ftrong  to  fcitain 
The  Blaze  of  thy  unclouded  Light! 


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can  it  be,  that  I  fhould  gain 
An  Int'reit  in  the  Saviour's  Blood  ! 
JDy'd  He  for  Me?  —  who  caus'd  his  Pain  ! 
For  Me  ?  —  who  him  to  Death  purfu'd  ! 
Amazing  Love  I  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  my  GO  D  fhouldft  die  for  Me  ? 

4  'Tis  Myft'ry  all  !  th'  Immortal  dies! 

Who  can  explore  his  ftrange  Defign  ? 
In  vain  the  firft-born  Seraph  tries 

To  found  the  Depths  of  Love  Divine. 
"*Tis  Mercy  all  !  let  Earth  adore  ; 
Let  Angel  Minds  enquire  no  more. 

3  He  left  his  Father's  Throne  above, 

(So  free,  fo  infinite  his  Grace  !) 
Empty  'd  himfelf  of  All  but  Love, 

And  bled  for  Adams  helplefs  Race  : 
'Tis  Mercy  all,  immenfe  and  free  ! 
<For  O  my  GOD  !  it  found  out  Me  ! 

4  Long  my  imprifon'd  Spirit  lay, 

Fail  bound  in  Sin  and  Nature's  Night  • 
Thine  Eye  diffus'd  a  quick  'ning  Ray  ; 

I  woke  ;  the  Dungeon  fiam'd  with  Lights 
My  Chains  fell  off,  my  Heart  was  free, 
I  rofe,  went  forth,  and  follow'd  Thee. 

5  Still  the  fmall  inward  Voice  I  hear, 

That  whifpers  all  my  Sins  forgiv'n  ; 
Still  the  Atoning  Blood  is  near, 

That  quench  'd  the  Wrath  of  hoftile  Heav'n  : 
I  feel  the  Life  his  Wounds  impart  ; 
I  feel  my  SAVIOUR  in  my  Heart. 

6  No 


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6  No  Condemnation  now  I  dread, 

JESUS,  and  all  in  Him,  is  Mine  : 
Alive  in  Him,  my  Living  Head, 

And  cloath'd  in  Righteoumefs  Divine, 
Bold  I  approach  th'Eternal  Throne, 
And  claim  the  Crown,  thro'  CHRIST,  my  own. 


The         CALL. 

From  HERBERT. 


O  my  Way,  my  Truth,  my  Life! 
A  Way  that  gives  us  Breath, 
A  Truth  that  ends  its  Followers  Strife, 
A  Life  that  conquers  Death  ! 

2  Come,  O  my  Light,  my  Feaft,  my  Strength  ! 

A  Light  that  mews  a  Feaft  ; 
A  Feaft  that  (till  improves  by  Length, 
A  Strength  that  makes  the  Guell  ! 

3  Come,  O  my  Joy,  my  Love,  my  Heart  I 

A  Joy  that  none  can  move  ; 

A  Love  that  none  can  ever  part, 

A  Heart  that  joys  in  Love  ! 


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The    DIALOGUE. 

From  the  fame. 
AVI  O  UR,  if  Thy  precious  Love 


Could  be  merited  by  mine, 
FAITH  thefe  Mountains  would  remove  ; 
FAITH  would  make  me  ever  Thine : 
But  when  all  my  Care  and  Pains, 
Worth  can  ne'er  create  in  Me, 
Nought  by  me  thy  Fuli\efs  gains ; 
Vain  the  Hope  to  purchaie  Thee. 

H  z  C.  Ceafe, 


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2  C.  Ceafe,  my  Child,  thy  Worth  to  weigh, 

Give  the  needlefs  Conteft  o'er : 
Mine  Thou  art !  while  thus  I  fay, 

Yield  Thee  up,  and  afk  no  more. 
What  thy  Eftimate  may  be, 

Only  can  by  Him  be  told, 
Who  to  ranfom  wretched  Thee, 

Thee  to  gain,  Himfelf  was  fold. 

3  S.  But  when  All  in  Me  is  Sin, 

How  can  I  thy  Grace  obtain  ? 
How  prefume  Thyfelf  to  win  ? 

G  O  D  of  Love,  the  Doubt  explain  — • 
Or  if  Thou  the  Means  fupply, 

Lo!  to  Thee  I  Allrdign! 
Make  me,  LORD,  (I  afk  not  why, 

How,  I  afk  not)  ever  Thine ! 

,4  C.  This  I  would— That  humbly  ftill 

Thou  fubmit  to  my  Decree, 
Meekly  fubje&ing  thy  Will, 

Clofely  copying  after  Me  : 
That  as  I  did  leave  my  Throne ; 

Freely  from  my  Glory  part ; 
Die,  to  make  thy  Heart  my  own  — 

S.  Ah !  no  more— Thou  break'ft  my  Heart ! 


Subje&ion   to  CHRIST. 

From  the  German. 

i    TE  S  U,  to  Thee  my  Heart  I  bow, 
j     Strange  Flames  far  from  my  Soul  remove ; 
Faireft  among  ten  thoufand  Thou, 

Be  Thou  my  LORD,  my  Life,  my  Love. 


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2  All  Heav'n  Thou  fill' ft  with  pure  Defire  ; 

O  mine  upon  my  frozen  Breaft ; 
With  facred  Warmth  my  Heart  infpire, 
May  I  too  thy  hid  Sweetneis  tafte. 

3  I  fee  thy  Garments  roll'd  in  Blood, 

Thy  ftreaming  Head,  thy  Hands,  thy  Side  . 
All  hail,  Thoa  Suff'ring  Conquering  GOD  ! 
Now  Man  mall  live  ;  for  GOD  hath  dy'd, 

4  O  kill  in  Me  this  Rebel  Sin, 

And  triumph  o'er  my  willing  Breaft: 
Reftore  thy  Image,  LORD,  therein, 
And  lead  me  to  my  Father's  Reft. 

r  Ye  earthly  Loves,  be  far  away ! 

SA  v  i OUR,  be  Thou  my  Love  alone  ; 
No  more  may  Mine  ufurp  the  Sway, 
But  in  me  thy  great  Will  be  done  ! 

6  Yea,  Thou  true  Witnefs,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
All  Things  for  Thee  I  count  but  Lofs  j 
My  fole  Defire,  my  conftant  Aim, 
My  only  Glory  be  thy  Crofs  !    - 


Renouncing  all  for  CHR  IS  T. 

from  the  French. 


1  /""^OME,  SAVIOUR  JESU,  from  above, 
V_>|     Aflift  me  with  thy  heav'nly  Grace, 
Withdraw  my  Heart  from  worldly  Love, 

And  for  Thy  felf  prepare  the  Pkce. 

2  O  let  thy  facred  Prefence  fill 

And  fet  my  longing  Spirit  free, 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  Will, 
But  Night  and  Day  to  feaft  on  Thee. 

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3  While  in  thefe  Regions  here  below, 

No  other  Good  will  I  purfue ; 
I'll  bid  this  World  of  Noife  and  Show 
With  all  its  fiatt'ring  Snares,  adieu. 

4  That  Path,  with  humtle  Speed  I'll  feek, 

Wherein  my  SAVIOUR'S  Footfteps  fhine, 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  fpeak 
Of  any  other  Love  than  Thine. 

5  To  Thee  my  earneft  Soul  afpires, 

To  Thee  I  offer  all  my  Vows, 
Keep  me  from  falfe  and  vain  Defires, 

My  GOD,  my  SAVIOUR,  and  my  Spouie. 

6  Henceforth  may  no  prophane  Delight 

Divide  this  confecrated  Soul ; 
PofTefs  it  Thou,  who  haft  the  Right, 
As  LORD  and  Matter  of  the  whole. 

7  Wealth,  Honour,  Pleafure,  or  what  elfe 

This  mort-enduring  World  can  give, 
Tempt  as  you  will,  my  Heart  repels, 
To  CHRIST  alone  refolv'd  to  live. 

8  Thee  I  can  love,  and  Thee  alone 

With  holy  Peace,  and  Inward  Blifs ; 
To  find  Thou  tak'ft  me  for  thy  own, 
O  what  a  Happinefs  is  This ! 

9  Nor  Heav'n  nor  Earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  Love  within  my  Breaft, 
This,  this  I  always  will  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  reft. 

io  Thy  Gifts,  ifcall'dfor,  I  refign, 

Pieas'd  to  receive,  pleas'd  to.  reftore ; 
Gifts  are  thy  Work ;  it  ihall  be  mine 
The  Giver  only  to  adore. 


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e 


From  HERBERT. 


O  JVI  E  hither  All,  whofe  grov'ling  Tafte 

Inflaves  your  Souls,  and  lays  them  wafte  5- 
Save  your  Expence,  and  mend  your  Cheer: 
Here  GOD  Himfelf  's  prepared  and  dreft, 
Himfelf  vouchfafes  to  be  your  Feaft, 
In  whom  Alone  all  Dainties  are. 

2  Come  hither  All,  whom  tempting  Wine 
Bows  to  your  Father  BeliaT^  Shrine, 

Sin  all  your  Boaft,  and  Senfe  your  G  O  D  '. 
Weep  now  for  what  you've  drank  amifs, 
And  loofe  your  Tafte  for  fenfual  Blifs 

By  drinking  here  your  SAVIOUR'S  Blood; 

3  Come  hither  All,  whom  fearching  Pain, 
Whom  Confcience's  loud  Cries  arraign 

Producing  all  your  Sins  to  view  : 
Tafte  ;  and  difmifs  your  Guilty  Fear,  . 
O  tafte  and  fee  that  GOD  is  here 

To  heal  your  Souls,  and  Sin  fubdue. 

4  Come  hither  All,  whom  Carelefs  Joy 
Does  with  alluring  Force  deftroy, 

While  loofe  ye  range  beyond  your  Bounds  i 
True  Joy  is  here,,  that  paffes  quite, 
And  all  your  tranfient  mean  Delight 

Drowns,  as  a  Flood  the  lower  Grounds. 

5  Come  hither  All,  whofe  Idol-love, 
While  fond  the  pleaiing  Pain  ye  prove,. 

Raifes  your  foolifh  Raptures  high  : 
True  Love  is  here  ;  whofe  dying  Breath 
Gave  Life  to  Us  ;  who  tafted  Death, 

And  tailing  once  no  more  can  die^ 

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6  LORD,  I  have  now  invited  All, 
And  inftant  Hill  the  Guefts  mall  call, 

Still  (hall  I  All  invite  to  Thee  : 
For  O  my  GOD,  it  feems  but  right 
In  mine,  thy  meaneft  Sen-ants  Sight, 

That  where  All  Is,  there  All  fhould  be ! 


fbe     B  A   N   ^  U  E    T". 

From  the  fame. 

1  "IT  7 E  L C O M E,  delicious  Sacred  Cheer, 

VV    Welcome,  my  GOD,  my  SAVIOUR  dear, 
O  with  me,  In  me  live  and  dwell ! 

Thine,  Earthly  Joy  fnrpafies  quite, 

The  Depths  of  thy  fupreme  Delight 
Not  Angel  Tongues  can  tafte  or  tell. 

2  What  Streams  of  Sweetnefs  from  the  Bowl 
Surprize  and  deluge  all  my  Soul, 

Sweetnefs  that  is,  and  makes  Divine  ! 
Surely  from  GOD's  Right  Hand  they  flow, 
From  thence  dtriv'd  to  Earth  below, 

To  chear  us  with  Immortal  Wine. 

3  Soon  as  I  tafte  the  Heav'nly  Bread, 
What  Manna,  o'er  my  Soul  is  fhed, 

Manna  that  Angels  never  knew! 
Victorious  Sweetnefs  fills  my  Heart, 
Such  as  my  GOD  delights  t'impart, 

Mighty  to  fave,  and  Sin  fubdue. 

4  I  had  forgot  my  Heavenly  Birth, 
My  Soul  degen'rate  clave  to  Ear:h, 

In  Senfe  and  Sins  bafe  Pleafures  drown'd  : 
When-  GOD  aflum'd  Humanity, 
And  fpilt  his  Sacred  Blood  for  me, 

To  find  me  grov'ling  on  die  Ground. 

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5  Soon  as  his  Love  has  rais'd  me  up, 
He  mingles  Bleflings  in  a  Cup, 

And  fweetly  meets  my  ravifli'd  Tafte, 
Joyous  I  now  throw  off  my  Load, 
I  caft  my  Sins  and  Care  on  G  O  D, 

And  Wine  becomes  a  Wing  at  laft. 

6  Upborn  on  This,  I  mount,  I  fly  ; 
Regaining  fwift  my  Native  Sky, 

I  wipe  my  ftreaming  Eyes,  and  fee 
Him,  whom  I  feek,  for  whom  I  fue, 
My  GOD,  my  SAVIOUR  there  I  view, 

Him,  who  has  done  fo  much  for  me ! 

7  O  let  thy  wondrous  Mercy's  Praife, 
Infpire,  and  confecrate  my  Lays, 

And  take  up  all  my  Lines  and  Life ; 
Thy  Praife  my  ev'ry  Breath  employ  : 
Be  all  my  Bdinefs,  all  my  Joy 

To  ftrive  in  This,  and  love  the  Strife  ? 


'Therefore  with  Angels,  &c. 

1  T    O  R  D  and  G  O  D  of  Heav'nly  Pow'rs^ 
1  j     Theirs ;  yet  O !  benignly  Oars; 

Glorious  King,  let  Earth  proclaim, 
Worms  attempt  to  chaunt  thy  Name. 

2  Thee  to  laud  in  Songs  Divine, 
Angels  and  Archangels  join  ; 
We  with  them  our  Voices  raife, 
Echoing  thy  Eternal  Praife: 

3  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  LORT>, 
Live  by  Heav'n  and  Earth  ador'd  \ 
Full  of  Thee,   they  ever  cry, 
Glory  be  to  GOD  moll  High  \ 

Glory 


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Glory  be  to  GOD  on  high,  &c. 


1  /"^LORY  be  to  GOD  on  high, 
VJT     GOD  whofe  Glory  fills  the  Sky  : 
Peace  on  Earth  to  Man  forgiv'n, 

Man  the  Well-belov'd  of  Heav'nf 

2  Sov'reign  Father,  Heav'nly  King  ! 
Thee  we  now  preiume  to  fmg  ; 
Glad  Thine  Attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberlefs. 

3  Hail  !  by  all  thy  Works  ador'd, 
Hail!  the  everlafting  LORD  ! 

Thee,  with  thankful  Hearts,  we  prove 
LORD  of  Pow'r,  and  G  O  D  of  Love. 

4  CHRIST  our  LORD  and  GOD  we  own, 

CHRIST  the  Father's  only  Son! 
Lamb  of  GOD,  for  Sinners  flain, 
SAVIOUR  of  offending  Man! 

5  Bow  Thine  Ear,  in  Mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  World's  Atonement  Thou  * 
JESU,  in  thy  Name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  Sins  away. 

6  Pow'rful  Advocate  with  GOD, 
Juftify  us  by  thy  Blood  ? 

Bow  Thine  Ear,  in  Mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  World's  Atonement  Thou  ? 

7  Hear;  for  Thou,  O  CHRIST  alone 
Art  with  thy  great  Father  One  ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghoft  with  Thee, 
One  fupreme  Eternal  Three. 


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HTMN  to  CHRIST. 

Alter" d from  Dr.  Hicks'j  Reform 'd  Devotions. 

1  TE  S  U,  behold  the  Wife  from  far, 
J      Led  to  thy  Cradle  by  a  Star, 

Bring  Gifts  to  Thee,  their  GOD  and  King ! 
O  guide  us  by  Light,  that  we 
The  Way  may  find,  and  ftill  to  Thee 

Our  Hearts,  our  All  for  Tribute  bring. 

2  JESU,  the  pure,  the  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Who  to  the  Temple  humbly  came, 

Duteous  the  Legal  Rights  to  pay : 
O  make  our  proud,  our  ftubborn  Will, 
All  thy  wife,  gracious  Laws  fulfil, 

Whate'er  rebellious  Nature  fay. 

3  JESU,  who  on  the  fatal  Wood 

Pcur'dlt  out  thy  Life's  lad  Drop  of  Blood, 

NaiTd  to  th'accurfed  fhameful  Crofs : 
O  may  we  blefs  thy  Love,  and  be 
Ready,  dear  LORD,  to  bear  for  Thee 
All  Shame,  all  Grief,  all  Pain,  all  Lofs. 

A  JESU,  who  by  Thine  own  Love  {lain, 
By  Thine  own  Pow'r  took'fl  Life  again, 

And  Conqueror  from  the  Grave  didft  rife : 
O  may  thy  Death  our  Souls  revive, 
And  ev'n  on  Earth  a  new  Life  give, 

A  glorious  Life  that  never  dies. 

5  JESU,  who  to  thy  Heav'n  again 
Return'dft  in  Triumph,  there  to  reign 
Of  Men  and  Angels  Sov'reign  King: 
O  may  our  parting  Souls  take  Flight 
Up  to  that  Land  of  Joy  and  Light, 
And  there  for  ever  grateful  fing. 

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6  All  Glory  to  the  facred  Three, 
One  undivided  Deity, 

All  Honour,  Pow'r,  and  Love  and  Praife ; 
Still  may  thy  blefled  Name  mine  bright 
In  Beams  of  uncreated  Light, 

Crown'd  with  its  own  eternal  Rays. 


On  the  CRUCIFIXION. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  SAVIOUR  of  Mankind 
Jj     Nail'd  to  the  fhameful  Tree  ! 
How  vaft  the  Love  that  Him  inclin'd 

To  bleed  and  die  for  Thee ! 

2  Hark  how  he  groans  !  while  Nature  makes, 

And  Earth' o  ftrong  Pillars  bend  ! 
The  Temple's  Veil  in  funder  breaks, 
The  folid  Marbles  rend. 

3  'Tisdone!  the  precious  Ranfom's  paid ; 

Receive  my  Soul,  he  cries ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  facred  Head  ? 
He  bows  his  Head  and  dies. 

4  But  foon  He'll  break  Death's  envious  Chain, 

And  in  full  Glory  mine ! 
O  Lamb  of  G  O  D,  was  ever  Pain, 
Was  ever  Love  like  Thine ! 


MAGNIFICAT:. 


Soul  extols  the  mighty  LORD, 
In  GOD  the  SAVIOUR  joys  my  Heart: 
Thou  haft  not  my  low  State  abhorr'd  ; 
Now  know  I,  Thou  my  SAVIOUR  art. 

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2  Sorrow  and  Sighs  are  fled  away, 

Peace  now  I  fed,  and  Joy  and  Reft: 
Renew'd,  I  hail  the  Feftal  Day, 
Henceforth  by  endlefs  Ages  bleft. 

3  Great  are  the  Things  which  Thou  haft  done, 

How  holy  is  thy  Name,  O  LORD! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  Mercy  fhewn 
To  all  that  tremble  at  thy  Word ! 

4  Thy  conqu'ring  Arm  with  Terror  crown'd, 

Appear 'd  the  Humble  to  fuftain : 
And  all  the  Sons  of  Pride  have  found 
Their  boafted  Wifdom  void  and  vain. 

5  The  Mighty  from  their  native  Sky 

Caft  down,  Thou  haft  in  Darknefs  bound: 
And  rais'd  the  Worms  of  Earth  on  high, 
With  Majefty  and  Glory  crown'd. 

6  The  Rich  have  pin'd  amidft  their  Store, 

Nor  e'er  the  Way  of  Peace  have  trod  ; 
Mean  while  the  hungry  Souls  thy  Pow'r 
Fill'd  with  the  Fulnefs  of  their  GOD. 

7  Come,  SAVIOUR,  come,  of  old  decreed ! 

Faithful  and  true  be  Thou  confeft : 

By  all  Earth's  Tribes  in  Abrahams  Seed 

Henceforth  thro'  endlefs  Ages  bleft. 


I'rufl  in  PR  o v  i  D  E  N  c  E. 


From  the  German. 

IO  M  M I T  thou  all  thy  Griefs 

And  V/ays  into  his  Hands ; 
To  his  fure  Truth  and  tender  Care, 

Who  Earth  and  Heav'n  commands. 

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Who  points  the  Clouds  their  Courfe, 
Whom  Winds  and  Seas  obey  ; 
He  fhall  direft  thy  wand'ring  Feet, 
He  fhall  prepare  thy  Way. 

Thou  on  the  LORD  rely, 
So  fafe  fhalt  thou  go  on  ; 
Fix  on  his  Work  thy  ftedfaft  Eye, 
So  fhall  thy  Work  be  done. 

No  Profit  canft  thou  gain 
By  felf-confuming  Care ; 
To  Him  commend  thy  Caufe,  his  Ear 
Attends  the  fofteft  Pray'r. 

Thy  Everlafting  Truth, 
Father,  thy  ceafelefs  Love 
Sees  all  thy  Children's  Wants,  and  knows 
What  beft  for  each  will  prove. 

And  whatfoe'er  Thou  will'ft, 
Thou  doft,  O  King  of  Kings ; 
What  thy  unerring  Wifdom  chofe, 
Thy  Pow'r  to  Being  brings. 

Thou  ev'ry  where  haft  Way, 
And  all  Things  ferve  thy  Might ; 
Thy  ev'ry  A61  pure  Bleffing  is, 
Thy  Path  unfully'd  Light. 

When  Thou  arifeft,  LORD, 
What  fhall  thy  Work  withftand  ? 
When  all  thy  Children  want  Thou  giv'ft, 
Who,  who  fhall  ftay  thy  Hand  ? 

Give  to  the  Winds  thy  Fears ; 
Hope,  and  be  undifmay'd  ; 
GOD  hears  thy  Sighs,  and  counts  thy  Tears, 
GOD  fhall  lift  up  thy  Head. 

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i  o  Thro'  Waves,  and  Clouds,  and  Storms 

He  gently  clears  thy  Way  ; 
Wait  Thou  his  Time,  fo  frail  this  Night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  Day. 

1 1  Still  heavy  is  thy  Heart  ? 
Still  fink  thy  Spirits  down  ? 

Caft  off  the  Weight,  let  Fear  depart, 
And  ev'ry  Care  be  gone. 

1 2  What  tho1  Thou  ruleft  not  ? 

Yet  Heav'n,  and  Earth,  and  Hell 
Proclaim,  GOD  fitteth  on  the  Throne, 
And  ruleth  all  Things  well ! 

1 3  Leave  to  his  Sov'reign  Sway 
To  choofe,  and  to  command ; 

So  fhalt  thou  wondring  own,  his.  Way 
How  wife,  how  itrong  his  Hand. 

1 4  Far,  far  above  thy  Thought 
His  Counfel  (hall  appear, 

When  fully  He  the  Work  hath  wrought, 
That  caus'd  thy  needlefs  Fear. 

1 5  Thou  feeft  our  Weaknefs,  LORD, 
Our  Hearts  are  known  to  Thee ; 

O  lift  Thou  up  the  flaking  Hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  Knee  ! 

1 6  Let  us  in  Life,  in  Death, 
Thy  ftedfaft  Truth  declare, 

And  publifh  with  our  lateft  Breath 
Thy  Love  and  Guardian  Care  ? 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POMES. 


In     AFFLICTION. 

i   T?  T  E  R  N AL  Beam  of  Light  Divine, 
r^     Fountain  of  unexhauited  Love, 
In  whom  the  FATHER'S  Glories  mine, 

Thro'  Earth  beneath,  and  Heav'n  above  ; 

-2  JESU  !  the  weary  Wand'rer's  Reft; 
Give  me  thy  eafy  Yoke  to  bear, 
With  ftedfaft  Patience  arm  my  Breaft, 
With  fpotlefs  Love,  and  lowly  Fear. 

3  Thankful  I  take  tlie  Cup  from  Thee, 

Prepar'd  and  mingled  by  thy  Skill : 
Tho'  bitter  to  the  Tafle  it  be, 
.Pow'rful  the  wounded  Soal  to  heal. 

4  Be  Thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages  nigh: 

So  fnall  each  murm'ring  Thought  be  gone, 
And  Grief,  and  Fear,  and  Care  ihall  fly 
As  Clouds  before  the  Mid-day  San. 

3  Speak  to  my  warring  Paffions,  "Peace; 

Say  to  my  trembling  Heart,  "  Be  fiill : 
Thy  Pow'r  my  Strength  and  Fortrefs  is, 
.For  all  Things  ferve  thy  So v 'reign  Will. 

;6  .O  Death,  where  is  thy  Sting  ?  Where  now 

Thy  boafled  Victory,  O  Grave  ? 
Who  ihall  contend  with  GOD:  Or,  Who 
.Can  hurt  whom  GOD  delights  to  fave? 


SACRED  POEMS. 


In  AFFLICTION,  c 

From  the  German; 

1  ""T^Hou  Lamb  of  GOD,  Thou  Prince  of  Peace, 

A        For  Thee  my  thirfty  Soul  doth  pine  ! 
My  longing  Soul  implores  thy  Grace, 
O  make  me  in  thy  Likenefs  fhine»_ 

2  With  fraudlefs,  even,  humble  Mind,  < 

Thy  Will  in  all  Things  may  I  fee : 
In  love  be  ev'ry  Wjfli  refign'd, 

And  hallow'd  my  whole  Heart  to  Thee.- 

3  When  Pain  o'er  my  weak  Flefh  prevails. 

With  Lamb-like  Patience  arm  my 
When  Grief  my  wounded  Soul  afiails, 
In  lowly  Meeknefs  may  I  reft. 

4  Clofe  by  thy  Side  ftift  may  I  keep, 

Howe'er  Life's  various  Current  flow; 
With  ftedfaft  Eye  mark  ev'ry  Step, 
And  follow  Thee  where'er  Thou  go. 

5  Thou,  LORD,  the  dreadful  Fight  haft  won  - 

Alone  Thou  haft  the  Wine-prefs  trod ; 
In  me  thy  ftrengthening  Grace  be  fhewn, 
O  may  I  conquer  thro'  thy  Blood ! 

6  So  when  on  Ston  Thou  ihalt  ftand, 

And  ail  Heav'ns  Hoft  adore  their  King,. 
Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  Right  Hand, 
And  free  from  Pain  thy  Glories  fing. 


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ANOTHER. 

From  the  fame. 

1  A   L  L  Glory  to  th1  Eternal  Three, 

JL\.     Of  Light  and  Love  th'unfathom'd  Sea ! 
Whofe  boundlefs  Pow'r,  whofe  faving  Grace, 
Reliev'd  me  in  my  deep  Diflrefs. 

2  Still,  LORD,  from  thy  exhauftlefs  Store, 
Pure  Bleffing,  and  Salvation  fhow'r ; 
'Till  Earth  I  leave,  and  foar  away 

To  Regions  of  unclouded  Day. 

3  My  Heart  from  all  Pollution  clean, 

O  purge  it,  tho'  with  Grief  and  Pain: 

To  Thee  lo  !  ,1  my  All  refign, 

Thine  be  my  Will,  my  Soul  be  Thine. 

4  O  guide  me,  lead  me  in  thy  Ways : 
'Tis  Thine  the  finking  Hand  to  raifc  f 
O  may  I  ever  lean  on  Thee : 

'Tis  Thine  to  prop  the  feeble  Knee. 

5  O  Father,  fandify  this  Pain, 
Nor  let  one  Tear  be  flied  in  vain  f 
Soften,  yet  arm  my  Breaft :  No  Fear, 
No  Wrath,  but  Love  alone  be  there. 

6  O  leave  not,  caft  me  not  away 

In  fierce  Temptation's  dreadful  Day: 
Speak  but  the  Word ;  inflant  (hall  ceafe 
7'he  Storm,  and  all  my  Soul  be  Peace ! 


HYMNS  ar,d  SACRED  POEMS. 


In  DE  SERT  ION  or  TEMPT  AT  ION. 

1  \  H  f  my  dear  LORD,  whofe  changelefs  Low 
JL\.     To  Me,  nor  Earth  nor  Hell  can  pan  ; 
When  fhail  my  Feet  forget  to  rove  ? 

Ah,  what  mall  fix  this  faithlefs  Heart  i 

2  Why  do  thefe  Cares  my  Soul  divide,   . 

If  Thou  indeed  haft  fet  me  free  ? 
Why  am  I  thus,  if  GO  D  hath  dy'd  ; 
If  G  O  D  hath  dy'd  to  ranfom  Me  ? 

3  Around  me  Clouds  of  Darknefs  roll, 

In  deepeft  Night  I  ftill  walk  on  ; 
Heavily  moves  my  fainting  Soul, 

My  Comfort  and  my  GOD  are  gone. 

4  Chearlefs  and  all  forlorn  I  droop  ; 

In  vain  I  lift  my  weary  Eye  ; 
No  Gleim  of  Light,  no  Ray  of  Hope 
Appears  throughout  thtdarken'd  Sky. 

5  My  feeble  Knees  I  bend  again, 

My  drooping  Hands  again  I  rear  : 
Vain  is  the  Tafk,  the  Effort  vain, 
My  Heart  abhors  the  irkfome 


6  Oft  with  thy  Saints  my  Voice  I  raife, 

And  feem  to  join  the  taftelefs  Song: 
Faintly  afcends  th'imperfeft  Praife, 

Or  dies  upon  my  thoughtlcfs  Tongue.-  . 

7  Cold,  weary,  languid,  heartlefsr  dead,   , 

To  thy  dread  Courts  I  oft  repair  ; 
-  By  Confcience  drag'd,  or  Cuftom  led 

1  come  j  nor  know  that  G  O  D  is  there  ! 


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96      HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

8  Nigh  with  my  Lips  to  Thee  I  draw, 

Unconfcious  at  thy  Altar  found  j 
Far  off  my  Heart :  Nor  touch'd  with  Awe, 
Nor  mov'd  -  tho'  Angek  tremble  round, 

9  In  All  I  do,  Myfelflfeel, 

And  groan  beneath  the  wonted  Load, 
Still  unrenew'd,  and  carnal  ftill, 

Naked  of  CHRIST,  and  void  of  G O  D. 

10  Nor  yet  the  Earthly  ddcun  dies, 

But  lives,  and  moves,  andr  fights  again, 
Still  the  fierce  Gufts  of  Paflion  rife, 
And  rebel  Nature  ftrives  to  reign. 

1 1  Fondly  my  foolifh  Heart  eflays 

T'augment  the  Source  of  perfect  Blifs, 
Love's  All-fufficient  Sea  to  raife 
With  Drops  of  Creature-Happinefs. 

1 2  O  Love  !  thy  Sov'reign  Aid  impart, 

And  guard  the  Gifts  thyfelf  haft  giv'n  : 
My  Portion  Thou,  my  Treafure  art, 
And  Life,  and  Happinefs,  andHeav'n. 

1 2  Would  ought  with  Thee  my  Wiflies  fhare, 

Tho1  dear  as  Life  the  Idol  be, 
The  Idol  from  my  Breaft  I'll  tear, 
Refolv'd  to  feek  my  All  from  Thee. 

I .  Whatever  I  fondly  counted  Mine, 

To  Thee,  my  LORD,  I  here  reftore: 
Gladly  I  all  for  Thee  refign : 
Give  me  Thyfelf,  I  afk  no  more ! 


ANOTHER 


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ANOTHER. 

1  TV/TY  GOD  (if  I  may  call  Thee  Mine 
JLVjL     From  Heav'n  and  Thee  remov'd  fo  far) 
Draw  nigh  ;  thy  pitying  Ear  incline, 

And  caft  not  out  my  languid  Pray'r. 
Gently  the  Weak  Thou  lov'ft  to  lead, 
Thou  lov'ft  to  prop  the  feeble  Knee, 

0  break  not  then  a  bruifed  Reed, 

Nor  quench  the  fmoaking  Flax  in  me. 

2  Buried  in  Sin,  thy  Voice  I  hear, 

And  burft  the  Barriers  of  my  Tomb, 
In  all  the  Marks  of  Death  appear, 

Forth  at  thy  Call,  tho'  bound,  I  come, 
Give  me,  O  give  me  fully,  LORD, 

Thy  Refurredlion's  Pow'r  to  know ; 
Free  me  indeed ;  repeat  the  Word, 

And  loofe  my  Bands,  and  let  me  go. 

3  Fain  would  I  go  to  Thee,  my  GOD, 

Thy  Mercies,  and  my  Wants  to  tell : 

1  feel  my  Pardon  feal'd  in  Blood  ; 

SAVIOUR,  thy  Love  I  wait  to  feel. 
Freed  from  the  Pow'r  of  cancel'd  Sin ; 

When  mail  my  Soul  triumphant  prove  ? 
Why  breaks  not  out  the  Fire  within 

In  Flames  of  Joy,  and  Praife,  and  Love  ? 

4  When  mall  my  Eye  affeft  my  Heart, 

Sweetly  diflblv'd  in  gracious  Tears  ? 
Ah,  LORD,  the  Stone  to  Flefh  convert ! 

And  'till  thy  lovely  Face  appears, 
Still  may  I  at  thy  Footftool  keep, 

And  watch  the  Smile  of  op'ning  Heav'n: 
Much  would  I  pray,  and  love,  and  weep ; 

I  would ;  for  I  have  much  forgiv'n. 

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5  Yet  O !  ten  Thoufand  Lufts  remain, 

And  vex  my  Soul,  abiblv'd  from  Sin, 
Still  rebel  Nature  ilrives  to  reign, 

Stili  am  I  all  unclean,  unclean  f 
Afik'i'd  by  Pride,  allur'd  by  Senfe, 

On  Earth  the  Creatures  court  my  Stay  ; 
Falfe  flatt'rir.g  Idols,  get  ye  hence, 

Created  Good  be  far  away ! 

6  JESU,  to  Thee  my  Soul  afpires, 

JESU,  to  Thee  I  plight  my  Vows, 
Keep  me  from  Earthly,  bale  Defires, 

My  GOD,  my  SAVIOUR,  and  my  Spoufe, 
Fountain  of  all-fufficient  Blifs, 

Thou  art  the  Good  I  leek  below ; 
Fulnefs  of  Joys  in  Thee  there  is, 

Without  'tis  Mi&'ry  all,  and  Woe. 

7  Take  this  poor,  wandring,  worthlefs  Heart, 

Its  Wandrings  all  to  Thee  are  knownx 
May  no  falfe  Rival  claim  a  Part, 

Nor  Sin  difleize  Thee  of  Thine  own. 
Stir  up  thy  interpofing  Pow'r, 

Save  me  from  Sin,  from  Idols  fave, 
Snatch  me  from  fierce  Temptation's  Hour,, 

And  hide,  O  liide  me  in  the  Grave ! 

$  I  knew  Thou  wilt  accept  me  Now, 

I  know  my  Sins  are  now  forgiv'n ! 
My  Head  to  Death  O  let  me  bow, 

Nor  keep  my  Life,  to  lofe  my  Heav'n- 
Far  from  this  Snare  my  Soul  remove, 

This  only  Cup  would  I  decline, 
J  deprecate  a  Creature-Love, 

O  take  me,  to  fecure  me  Thine.. 

9  Or  if  thy  Wifer  Will  ordain 

The  Trial,  I  would  die  to  fhun,. 
Welcome  the  Strife,  the  Grief,  the  Pain, 
Thy  Name  be  prais'd,  thy  Will  be  done  I 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     o<> 

I  from  thy  Hand  the  Cup  receive, 

Meekly  fubmit  to  thy  Decree, 
Gladly  for  Thee  confent  to  live ! 

Thou,  LORD,  haft  liv'd,  had  died  for  Me !  * 


ISAIAH  xliii.  2. 

When  thou  paffeft  thro'  the  Water -s, 
I  will  be  with  thee ;  and  thro 
the  Rivers,  they  foall  not  overflow 
thee :  When  thou  walkeft  thro'  the 
Fire  thou  fialt  not  be  burnt  -}  nei- 
ftall  the  Flame  kindle  upon  thee. 

1  T>EACE,  doubting  Heart— my  GOD's  I  am ! 
JL       Who  form'd  me  Man  forbids  my  Fear : 
The  LORD  hath  call'd  me  by  my  Name, 

The  LORD  protects  for  ever  near: 
His  Blood  for  Me  did  once  atone, 
And  ilill  he  loves  and  guards  his  own. 

2  When  paffing  thro'  the  Watry  Deep, 

I  afk  in  FAITH  his  promis'd  Aid, 
The  Waves  an  awful  Diftance  keep, 

And  fhrink  from  my  devoted  Head : 
Fearlefs  their  Violence  I  dare ; 
They  cannot  harm,  for  G  O  D  is  there ! 

3  To  Him  my  Eye  of  FAITH  I  turn, 

And  thro'  the  Fire  purfue  my  Way  ; 
The  Fire  forgets  its  Pow'r  to  burn, 

The  lambent  Flames  around  me  play : 
I  own  his  Pow'r,  accept  the  Sign, 
And  fhout  to  prove  the  SAVIOUR  Mine. 

4  Still 


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4  Still  nigh  me,  O  my  SAVIOVR,  ftand, 

And  guard  in  fierce  Temptation's  Hour  j 
Hide  in  the  Hollow  of  thy  Hand, 

Shew  forth  in  me  thy  Saving  Pow'r, 
Still  be  thy  Arm  my  fure  Defence, 
Nor  Earth,  nor  Hell  mail  pluck  me  thence. 

5  Since  Thou  haft  bid  me  come  to  Thee, 

(Good  as  7'hou  art,  and  ftrong  to  fave) 
I'll  walk  o'er  Life's  tempeituous  Sea, 

Upborn  by  the  ur yielding  Wave; 
Dauntlefs,  tho'  Rocks  of  Pride  be  near, 
And  yawning  Whirlpools  of  Defpair. 

6  When  Darknefs  intercepts  the  Skies, 

And  Sorrow's  Waves  around  me  roll, 
When  high  the  Storms  of  Paflion  rife, 

And  half  o'erwhelm  my  finking  Soul ; 
My  Soul  a  fudden  Voice  mail  feel, 
And  hear  a  Whifper,  "  Peace,  be  ffill." 

7  Tho'  in  Affliction's  Furnace  tried, 

Unhurt,  on  Snares  and  Deaths  I'll  tread; 
Tho'  Sin  aflail,  and  Hell  thrown  wide, 

Pour  all  its  Flames  upon  my  Head, 
Like  Mofes'  Bum  I'll  mount  the  higher, 
And  fiourifh,  unconfum'd  in  Fire. 


The  BELIEVER'*  SUPPORT. 

From  the  German. 

Thou,  to  whofe  all-fearching  Sight 
The  Darknefs  fhineth  as  the  Light, 
Search,  prove  my  Heart ;  it  pants  for  Thee  : 
O  burft  thefe  Bands,  and  fet  it  free. 


O 


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2  Wafti  out  its  Stains,  refine  its  Drofs, 
Nail  my  Affections  to  the  Crois ! 
Hallow  each  Thought :   Let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  LORD,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darkfome  Wild  I  ftray, 

Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Way : 

No  Foes,  no  Violence  I  fear, 

No  Fraud,  while  Thou,  my  GOD,  art  near. 

4  When  rifoig  Floods  my  Soul  o'erflow, 
When  finks  my  Heart  in  Waves  of  Wroe, 
JESU,  thy  timely  Aid  impait, 

And  raife  my  Head,  and  cheer  my  Heart. 

5  SAVIOUR,  where'er  thy  Steps  I  fee, 
Dauntlefs,  untir'd  I  foilow  Thee : 
O  let  thy  Hand  fupport  me  dill, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  Hill. 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  Way, 
My  Strength  proportion  to  my  JDay : 
'Till  Tod,  aed  Grief,  and  Pain  mail  ceafe, 
Where  all  is  Calm,  and  Joy,  and  Peace. 


Living  by  CHRIST. 

From  the  fame. 

i    T  E  S  U,  thy  boundlefs  Love  to  me 
J    No  Thought  can  reach,  no  Tongue  declare : 
O  knit  my  thankful  Heart  to  Thee, 
A»d  reign  without  a  Rival  there : 
Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone  I  am  : 
Be  Thou  alone  my  conftant  Flame. 

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2  O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  Soul 

May  dwell,  but  thy  pure  Love  alone  : 
O  may  thy  Love  poflefs  me  whole, 

My  Joy,  my  Treafure,  and  my  Crown. 
Strange  Fires  far  from  my  Soul  remove, 
My  ev'ry  Aft,  Word,  Thought,  be  Love, 

3  O  Love,  how  chearing  is  thy  Ray  ? 

All  Pain  before  thy  Prefence  flies ! 
Care,  Anguim,  Sorrow  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  Streams  arife : 
O  JESU,  nothing  may  I  fee, 
Nothing  hear,  feel,  or  think  but  Thee! 

4  Unwearied  may  I  this  purfue, 

Dauntlefs  to  the  High  Prize  afpire ; 
Hourly  within  my  Breait  renew 

This  holy  Flame,  this  heav'nly  Fire ; 
And  Day  and  Night  be  all  my  Care 
To  guard  this  facred  Treafure  there. 

5  My  SAVIOUR,  Thou  thy  Love  to  me 

In  Want,  in  Pain,  in  Shame  haft  fhow'd  ; 
For  me  on  the  accurfed  Tree, 

Thou  pouredft  forth  thy  guiltlefs  Blood: 
Thy  Wounds  upon  my  Heart  imprefs, 
Nor  ought  fhr.ll  the  lov'd  Stamp  efface. 

6  More  hard  than  Marble  is  my  Heart, 

And  foul  with  Sins  of  deepeft  Stain : 
But  Thou  che  mighty  SAVIOUR  art, 

Nor  flow'd  thy  cleanfing  Blood  in  vain. 
Ah  !  foften,  melt  this  Rock,  and  may 
Thy  Blood  wafh  al!  thefe  Stains  away. 

7  O  that  my  Heart,  which  opens  ftands, 

May  catch  each  Drop,  that  torturing  Pain, 
Arm'd  by  my  Sins,  wrung  from  thy  Hands, 
Thy  Feet,  thy  Head,  thy  cv'ry  Vein : 

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HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS,     is; 

That  (till  my  Breaft  may  heave  with  Sighs, 
Still  Tears  of  Love  o'erflow  my  Eyes. 

8  O  that  I  as  a  little  Child 

May  follow  Thee,  nor  ever  reft, 
'Till  fweetly  Thou  haft  pour'd  thy  mild 

And  lowly  Mind  into  my  Breaft. 
Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be 
'Till  I  become  one  Spirit  with  Thee. 

9  O  draw  me,  SAVIOUR,  after  Thee, 

So  mall  I  run  and  never  tire  : 
With  gracious  Words  11:11  comfort  me ; 

Be  Thou  my  Hope,  my  fole  Defire : 
Free  me  from  ev'ry  Weight :  Nor  Fear, 
Nor  Sin  can  come,  if  Thou  art  here. 

10  My  Health,  my  Light,  my  Life,  my  Crown, 

My  Portion,  and  my  Treafure  Thou ! 
O  take  me,  feal  me  for  Thine  own ; 

To  Thee  alone  my  Soul  I  bow  : 
Without  Thee  all  is  Pain ;  my  Mind 
Repofe  in  nought  but  Thee  can  find. 

1 1  Howe'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  turn, 

In  Thee  alone  is  all  my  Reft  : 
Be  Thou  my  Flame ;  within  me  burn, 

JESU,  and  I  in  Thee  am  bleft. 
Thou  art  the  Balm  of  Life  :  My  Soul 
Is  faint ;  O  fave,  O  make  it  whole ! 

1 2  What  in  thy  Love  poflefs  I  not  ? 

My  Star  by  Night,  my  Sun  by  Day ; 
My  Spring  of  Life  when  parch'd  with  Drought, 

My  Wine  to  chear,  my  Bread  to  ftay, 
My  Strength,  my  Shield,  my  fafe  Abode, 
My  Robe  before  the  Throne  of  G  O  D ! 

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1 3  Ah  Love !  Thy  Influence  withdrawn 

What  profits  me  that  I  am  born  ? 
All  my  Delight,  my  Joy  is  gone, 

Nor  know  I  Peace,  'till  Thou  return : 
Thee  may  I  feek  'till  I  attain; 
And  never  may  we  part  again. 

14  From  all  Eternity  with  Love 

Unchangeable  Thou  haft  me  view'd.; 
Ere  knew  this  beating  Heart  to  move, 

Thy  tender  Mercies  me  purfu'd : 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 
And  clofe  me  in  on  ev'ry  Side. 

1 5  Still  let  thy  Love  point  out  my  Way, 

(How  wondrous  Things  thy  Love  hath  wrought !) 
Still  lead  me  left  I  go  aftray, 

Direft  my  Work,  infpire  my  Thought : 
And  when  I  fall,  foon  may  I  hear 
Thy  Voice,  and  know  that  Love  is  near. 

1 6  In  SufF'ring-  be  thy  Love  my  Peace, 

In  Weaknefs  be  thy  Love  my  Pow'r; 
And  when  the  Storms  of  Life  mail  ceafe, 

JESU,  in  that  important  Hour, 
In  Death  as  Life  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
And  fave  me,  who  for  me  haft  died ! 


GOD's  Love  to  Mankind. 

From  the  fame. 

OGOD,  of  Good  th'unfathom'd  Sea, 
Who  would  not  give  his  Heart  to  Thee  f 
Who  would  not  love  Thee  with  his  Might? 
O  JESU,  Lover  of  Mankind, 
Who  would  not  his  whole  Soul  and  Mind 
With  all  his  Strength  to  Thee  unite  ? 

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2  Thou  min'ft  with  everlafting  Rays ; 
Before  the  unfufferable  Blaze 

Angels  with  both  Wings  veil  their  Eyes : 
Yet  free  as  Air  thy  Bounty  ftreams 
On  all  thy  Works  j  thy  Mercy's  Beams 

DifFufive  as  thy  Sun's  ariie. 

3  Ailonifh'd  at  thy  frc/»  ,iing  Brow,. 

Earth,  Hell,  ar.d  Heav'ns  itrong  Pillars  bow, 

Terrible  Majeity  is  Thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vaft  Love  exprefs 
Which  bows  Thee  down  to  me,  who  lefs 

Than  nothing  am,  'till  Thou  art  mine  ? 

4  High-thron'd  on  Heav'ns  eternal  Hill, 
In  Number,  Weight,  and  Meafure  ftill 

Thou  fweetly  ord'reft  all  that  is : 
And  yet  Thou  deign'ft  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  Steps,  that  I  with  Thee 

Enthron'd  may  reign  in  endlefs  Blifs. 

5  Fountain  of  Good,  all  Bleffing  flows 
From  Thee  ;  no  Want  thy  Fulnefs  knows : 

What  but  Thyfelf  canft  Thou  defire  ? 
Yes :  Self-fufficient  as  Thou  art, 
Thou  doit  defire  my  worthlefs  Heart, 

This,  only  this  Thou  doft  require. 

6  Primeval  Beauty  !  in  thy  Sight 
The  firft-born,  faireft  Sons  of  Light 

See  all  their  brightest  Glories  fade  • 
What  then  to  me  thy  Eyes  could  turn, 
In  Sin  conceiv'd,  of  Woman  born, 

A  Worm,  a  Leaf,  a  Biaft,  a  Shade  ? 

7  Hell's  Armies  tremble  at  thy  Nod, 
And  trembling  own  th' Almighty  GOD, 

Sov 'reign  of  Earth,  Air,  Hell  and  Sky. 

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But  who  is  This  that  comes  from  far, 
Whofe  Garments  roll'd  in  Blood  appear  ? 
'Tis  GOD  made  Man  for  Man  to  die ! 

8  O  GOD  of  Good  th'unfathom'd  Sea, 
Who  would  not  give  his  Heart  to  Thee  ? 

Who  would  not  love  Thee  with  his  Might  ? 
O  JESU,  Lover  of  Mankir.n, 
Who  would  not  his  whole  Soul  and  Mind 

With  all  his  Strength  to  Thee  unite  ? 


GOD's    GREATNESS. 

From  the  fame. 

GOD,  Thou  bottomlefs  Abyfs, 

Thee  to  Perfection  who  can  know  ? 
O  Height  immenfe  !  what  Words  fuffice 

Thy  countlefs  Attributes  to  mow : 
Unfathomable  Depths  Thou  art ! 

O  plunge  me  in  thy  Mercy's  Sea; 
Void  of  true  Wifdom  is  my  Heart, 

With  Love  embrace  and  cover  me. 
While  Thee  All-infinite  I  fet 

By  FAITH  before  my  ravim'd  Eye, 
My  Weaknefs  bends  beneath  the  Weight, 

O'erpower'd  I  fink,  I  faint,  I  die. 

2  Eternity  thy  Fountain  was, 

Which,  like  Thee,  no  Beginning  knew ; 
Thou  wait  e'er  Time  began  his  Race, 

Ere  glow'd  with  Stars  th'Etheriai  Blue : 
Greatnefs  unfpeakable  is  Thine, 

Greatnefs,  whofe  undiminim'd  Ray, 
When  fhort  liv'd  Worlds  are  loft,  mall  mine, 

When  Earth  and  Heav'n  are  fled  away. 

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Unchangeable,  all-perfect  LORD, 

Effential  Life's  unbounded  Sea, 
What  lives  and  moves,  lives  by  thy  Word, . 

It  lives,  and  moves,  and  is  from  Thee. 

3  Thy  Parent  Hand,  thy  forming  Skill 

Firm  fix'd  this  Univerfal  Chain  ; 
Elfe  empty,  barren  Darknefs  ftill 

Had  held  his  unmolefted  Reign : 
Whate'er  in  Earth,  or  Sea,  or  Sky 

Or  fhuns,  or  meets  the  wand  ring  Thought, 
Efcapes  or  ftrikes  the  fearching  Eye, 

By  Thee  was  to  Perfection  brought. 
High  is  thy  Pow'r  above  all  Height: 

Whate'er  thy  Will  decrees  is  done  : 
Thy  Wifdom  equal  to  thy  Might 

Only  to  Thee,  O  GOD,  is  known. 

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4  Heaven's  Glory  is  thy  awful  Throne, 

Yet  Earth  partakes  thy  gracious  Sway  j 
Vain  Man !  thy  Wifdom  Folly  own, 

Loft  is  thy  Reafon's  feeble  Ray. 
What  his  dim  Eye  could  never  fee, 

Is  plain  and  naked  to  thy  Sight ; 
What  thickeit  Darknefs  veils,  to  Thee 

Shines  clearly  as  the  Morning  Light. 
In  Light  Thou  dwell'fl: :  Light  that  no  Shade 

No  Variation  ever  knew : 
And  Heav'n  and  Hell  fund  all  difplay'd, 

And  open  to  thy  piercing  View. 

5  Thou,  true  and  only  GOD,  lead'ft  fortk 

Th'immortal  Armies  of  the  Sky : 
Thou  laugh'ft  to  fcorn  the  Gods  of  Earth  ; 

Thou  thunder'ft,  and  amaz'd  they  fly. 
With  down-caft  Eye  th'Angelick  Choir 

Appear  before  thy  awful  Face, 
Trembling  they  ftrike  the  golden  Lyre, 

And  thro'  Heav'ns  Vault  refound  thy  Praife, 

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In  Earth,  in  Heav'n,  in  all  Thou  art : 
The  confcious  Creature  feels  thy  Nod, 

Whofe  forming  Hand  on  every  Part 
Impreft  the  Image  of  its  GOD. 

6  Thine,  LORD,  is  Wifdom,  Thine  alone; 

Juftice,  and  Truth  before  Thee  fland  ; 
Yet  nearer  to  thy  facred  Throne 

Mercy  with-holds  thy  lifted  Hand. 
Each  Ev'ning  fhews  thy  tender  Love, 

Each  rifing  Morn  thy  plenteous  Grace  ; 
Thy  waken'd  Wrath  doth  flowly  move, 

Thy  willing  Mercy  flies  apace. 
To  thy  benign,  indulgent  Care, 

Father,  this  Light,  this  Breath  we  owe, 
And  all  we  have,  and  all  we  are 

From  Thee,  great  Source  of  Being  flow. 

7  Parent  of  Good,  thy  bounteous  Hand 

Inceffant  Bleflings  down  diftills, 
And  all  in  Air,  or  Sea,  or  Land 

With  plenteous  Food  and  Gladnefs  fills. 
All  Things  in  Thee  live,  move,  and  are, 

Thy  Pow'r  infus'd  doth  all  fuftain ; 
Ev'n  thofe  thy  daily  Favours  mare 

Who  thanklefs  fpurn  thy  eafy  Reign. 
Thy  Sun  Thou  bidft  his  genial  Ray 

Alike  on  All  impartial  pour ; 
To  all  who  hate  or  blefs  thy  Sway 

Thou  bidit  defcend  the  fruitful  Show'r. 

$  Yet  while  at  length,  \vho  fcorn'd  thy  Might 

Shall  feel  Thee  a  coniuming  Fire, 
How  fweet  the  Joys,  the  Crown  how  bright 

Of  thofe  who  to  thy  Love  afpire ! 
All  Creatures  praife  th'  Eternal  Name  I 
Ye  Hofls  that  to  his  Courts  belong, 
Cherubic  Quires,  Seraphic  Flames, 
•ke  tJve  everlafiing  Song. 

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Thrice  Holy,  Thine  the  Kingdom  is, 

The  Pow'r  omnipotent  is  Thine, 
And  when  created  Nature  dies 

Thy  never-ceaiing  Glories  fliine. 


HYMN  on  the  Titles  of  CHRIST. 

ARISE,  my  Soul,  arife 
Thy  SAVIOUR'S  Sacrifice! 
All  the  Names  that  Love  conld  find, 

All  the  Forms  that  Love  could  take 
JESUS  in  Himfelf  has  join'd, 

Thee,  my  Soul  his  own  to  make. 

Equal  with  GOD,  moft High, 
He  laid  his  Glory  by : 
He,  th' Eternal  GOD,  was  born, 

Man  with  Men  He  deign'd  t'appear, 
Objeft  of  his  Creature's  Scorn, 
Pleas 'd  a  Servant's  Form  to  wear. 

Hail  everlafting  LORD, 
Divine,  Incarnate  Word! 
Thee  let  all  my  Pow'rs  confefs, 

Thee  my  lateft  Breath  proclaim ; 
Help,  ye  Angel  Choirs,  to  blefs, 
Shout  the  lov'd  Immanuef^  Name. 

Fruit  of  a  Virgin's  Womb 
The  promis'd  Blefling's  come: 
CHRIST  the  Father's  Hope  of  old, 

CHRIST  the  Woman's  conqu'ring  Seed, 
CHRIST  the  SAVIOUR!  long  foretold, 
Born  to  bruife  the  Serpent's  Head. 

Refulgent  from  afar 

See  the  bright  Morning  Star! 

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See  the  Day-fpritig  from  on  high 

Late  in  deepeft  Darknefs  rife, 
Night  recedes,  the  Shadows  fly, 

Flame  with  Day  the  Op'ning  Skies .' 

6  Our  Eyes  on  Earth  furvey 
The  Bazling  Sheckinab! 

Bright,  in  endlefs  Glory  bright, 

Now  in  Fkfh  He  ftoops  to  dwell, 
GOD  of  GOD,  and  Light  of  Light, 

Image  of  th'Invifible. 

7  He  mines  on  Earth  ador'd 
The  Presence  of  the  LOR.D: 

GOD,  the  mighty  GOD  and  true, 

GOD  by  higheft  Heav'n  confeft, 
Stands  difplay'd  to  Mortal  View, 

GOD  Supreme,  for  ever  bleft. 

JESU  !  to  Thee  I  bow 
Th'Almighty's  Fellow  Thou .' 
Thou,  the  Father's  Only  Son  ; 
Pleas'd  He  ever  is  in  Thee, 
Juft  and  Holy  Thou  alone, 

Full  of  Grace  and  Truth  for  Me. 

9  High  above  ev'ry  Name 

JESUS,  the  great  IAM\ 
Bows  to  JESUS  ev'ry  Knee, 

Things  in  Heav'n,  and  Earth,  and  Hell, 
Saints  adore  Him,  Demons  flee, 
Fiends,  and  Men,  and  Angels  feel. 

10  He  left  his  Throne  above 

Emptied  of  all,  but  Love: 
Whom  the  Heav'ns  cannot  contain 

GOD  vouchfaf  d  a  Worm  t'appear, 
LORD  of  Glory,  Sen  of  Man, 
•    Poor,  and  vile,  and  abjecl  here. 

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1 1  His  own  on  Earth  he  fought 
His  own  receiv'd  Him  not : 

Him,  a  Sign  by  All  blafphem'd, 

Outcaft  and  defpis'd  of  Men, 
Him  they  all  a  Madman  deem'd, 

Bold  to  feoff  the  Nazarine. 

1 2  Hail  Galilean  King ! 
Thy  humble  State  I  fmg ; 

Never  mail  my  Triumphs  end, 

Hail  derided  Majefty, 
JESUS,   hail!  the  Sinner's  Friend, 

Friend  of  Publicans — and  Me ! 

1 3  Thine  Eye  obferv'd  my  Pain, 
Thou  good  Samaritan  ! 

Spoil'd  I  lay,  and  bruis'd  by  Sin, 

Gafp'd  my  faint  expiring  Soul, 
Wine  and  Oil  thy  Love  pour'd  in, 

Clos'd  my  Wounds,  and  made  me  whole. 

*4  Hail  the  Life-giving  LORD, 

Divine,  Engrafted  Word ! 
Thee  the  Life  my  Soul  has  found, 

Thee  the  Refurreciion  prov'd : 
Dead  I  heard  the  Quick' ning  Sound, 

Own'd  thy  Voice  ;  Believ'd,  and  Lov'd ! 

1 5  With  Thee  gone  up  on  high 

I  live,  no  more  to  die  : 
Firft  and  Laft,  I  feel  Thee  now, 
Witnefs  of  thy  Empty  Tomb, 
Alpba  and  Omega  Thou 

Walt,  and  Art,  and  Art  to  come ! 


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Ha  HTMN  to  CHRIST. 

AVIOUR,  the  World's  and  Mine, 
Was  ever  Grief  like  Thine  ! 
Thou  my  Pain,  my  Curfe  haft  took, 

All  my  Sins  were  laid  on  Thee  ; 
Help  me,  LORD  ;  to  Thee  I  look, 
Draw  me,  SAVIOUR,  after  Thee. 

•  'Tis  done .'  My  G  O  D  hath  died, 

My  Love  is  Crucify 'd! 
"  Break  this  ftony  Heart  of  mine, 

Pour  my  Eyes  a  ceafelefs  Flood, 
Feel,  my  Soul,  the  Pangs  Divine, 
Catch,  my  Heart,  the  lifting  EJood ! 

When,  O  my  GOD,  fhall  I 
For  Thee  fubmit  to  die  ? 
How  the  mighty  Debt  repay, 
Rival  of  thy  Paffion  prove  ? 
Lead  me  in  Thyfelf  the  Way, 
Melt  my  Hardnefs  into  Love. 

To  Love  is  all  my  Wifh, 
I  only  live  for  This  •- 
Grant  me,  LORD,  my  Heart's  Defire, 

There  by  FAITH  for  ever  dwell: 
This  I  always  will  require 
Thee  and  only  Thee  to  feel. 

Thy  Pcw'r  I  pant  to  prove 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  Love, 
Strengthen'd  by  thy  Spirit's  Might, 

Wiic  to  fathom  Things  Divine, 
What  the  Length,  and  Breadth,  and  Height, 
What  the  Depth  of  Love  like  Thine. 


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Ah !  give  me  This  to  know 
With  all  thy  Saints  below. 
Swells  my  Soul  to  compafs  Thee, 

Galps  in  Thee  to  live  and  move, 
Fill'd  with  All  the  Deity, 
Ah1  immeril  and  loft  in  Love ! 


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Ill"  HTAfN  to  CHRIST. 

'TI L  L,  O  my  Soul,  prolong 
The  never-ceafing  Song ! 
CHRIST  my  Theme,  my  Hope,  my  Joy; 

His  be  all  my  Happy  Days, 
Praife  my  ev'ry  Hour  employ, 
Ev'ry  Breath  be  fpent  in  Praife. 

His  would  I  wholly  be 
Who  hVd  and  died  for  me : 
Grief  was  all  his  Life  below, 

Pain,  and  Poverty,  and  Lofs : 
Mine  the  Sins  that  bruis'd  Him  fo, 

Scourg'd,  and  nail'd  him  to  the  Crofs. 

• 

He  bore  the  Curfe  of  All, 
A  Spotlefs  Criminal : 
Burthen'd  with  a  World  of  Guilt, 

Blacken'd  with  Imputed  Sin, 
Man  to  fave  his  Blood  he  fpilt, 
Died,  to  make  the  Sinner  clean. 

Join  Earth  and  Heav'n  to  blefs 
The  LORD  our  Rigbteoufnefs ! 
Myft'ry  of  Redemption  This, 

This  the  SAVIOUR'S  ftrange  Defign, 
Man's  Offence  was  Counted  His, 
Ours  is  Ricrhteoufnefc  Divine. 


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Far  as  our  Parent's  Fall 
The  Gift  is  come  to  All : 
Sinn'd  we  All,  and  died  in  one  ? 
Juft  in  One  we  All  are  made, 
CHRIST  the  Law  fulfill'd  alone, 
Dy'd  for  All,  for  All  Obey'd. 

In  Him  compleat  we  mine, 
.  His  Death,  his  Life  is  Mine. 

Fully  am  I  juftify'd, 

Free  from  Sin,  and  more  than  free ; 

Guiltlefs,  fmce  for  Me  He  dy'd, 
Righteous,  fince  He  Liv'd  for  Me ! 

JESU  !  to  Thee  I  bow, 
Sav'd  to  the  Utmoft  now. 
O  the  Depth  of  Love  Divine ! 

Who  thy  Wifdom's  Stores  can  tell? 
Knowledge  infinite  is  Thine, 
All  thy  Ways  Unfearchable  ! 


Hymn  to  CHRIST  the  King. 

JESU,  my  G  O  D  and  King, 
Thy  Regal  State  I  fing. 
Thou,  and  only  Thou  art  great, 

High  thine  Everlafting  Throne  j 
Thou  the  Sov'reign  Potentate, 
Bleft,  Immortal  Thou  alone. 


Eflay  your  choiceft  Strains, 
The  King  Mejfiah  reigns ! 
Tune  your  Harps,  Celeftial  Quire, 

Joyful  all,  your  Voices  niife, 
CHRIST  than  Earth-born  Monarchs  higher, 
Sons  of  Men  and  Angels  praife. 


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Hail  your  dread  LORD  and  Ours, 
Dominions,  Thrones,  and  Pow'rs ! 
Source  of  Pow'r  He  rules  alone: 

Veil  your  Eyes,  and  proflrate  fall, 
Caft  your  Crowns  before  his  Throne, 
Hail  the  Caufe,  the  LORD  of  all! 

Let  Earth's  remoteft  Bound 

With  echoing  Joys  refound ; 

CHRIST  to  praife  let  all  confpire: 

Praife  doth  all  to  CHRIST  belong  ; 
Shout  ye  firft-born  Sons  of  Fire, 
Earth  repeat  the  Glorious  Song. 

Worthy,  O  LORD,  art  Thou 
That  ev'ry  Knee  fhould  bow, 
Every  Tongue  to  Thee  confefs, 

Univerfal  Nature  join, 
Strong  and  Mighty  Thee  to  blefs, 
Gracious,  Merciful,  Benign? 

Wifdom  is  due  to  Thee, 
And  Might,  and  Majefty : 
Thee  in  Mercy  rich  we  prove  ; 

Glory,  Honour,  Praife  receive, 
Worthy  Thou  of  all  our  Love, 
More  than  all  we  pant  to  give. 

Juftice  and  Truth  maintain 

Thine  Everlaftiag  Reign. 

One  with  Thine  Almighty  Sire, 

Partner  of  an  Equal  Throne, 

King  of  Hearts,  let  all  confpire, 

Gratefully  thy  Sway  to  own. 


8  Prince  of  the  Hofts  of  G  O  D, 

Difplay  thy  Pow'r  abroad : 


Strong 


u<J     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POMES. 

Strong  and  high  is  thy  Right  Hand, 

Terrible  in  Majefly ! 
Who  can  in  Thine  Anger  fland? 

Who  the  vengeful  Bolt  can  flee  ? 

9  Thee  when  the  Dragon's  Pride 

To  Battle  vain  defy'd, 
Brighter  than  the  Morning-liar 

Lucifer,  as  Lightning  fell, 
Far  from  Heav'n,  from  Glory  far, 
Headlong  hurl'd  to  deepeft  Hell. 

I  °  Sin  felt  of  old  thy  Pow'r, 

Thou  Patient  Conqueror  ? 
Long  he  vex'd  the  World  below, 

Long  they  groan'd  beneath  his  Reign ; 
Thou  deftroy'dft  the  Tyrant  Foe, 

Thou  redeem 'dft  the  Captive,  Man. 

I 1  Trembles  the  King  of  Fears 
Whene'er  thy  Crofs  appears. 

Once  its  dreaded  Force  he  found : 
SAVIOUR,  cleave  again  the  Sky  j 

Slain  by  an  Eternal  Wound 
Death  mall  then  for  ever  die ! 


IId  Hymn  to  CHRIS?  the  King. 

JESU,  Thou  art  our  King, 
To  Me  thy  Succour  bring. 
CHRIST  the  Mighty  One  art  Thou, 

Help  for  All  on  Thee  is  laid : 
This  the  Word ;  I  claim  it  Now, 
Send  me  now  the  Promis'd  Aid. 

High  on  thy  Father's  Throne, 
O  look  with  Pity  down ! 

Held 


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Help,  O  help !  attend  my  Call, 

Captive  lead  Captivity, 
King  of  Glory,  LORD  of  All, 

CHRIST,  be  LORD,  be  King  to  Me! 

I  pant  to  feel  thy  Sway, 
And  only  Thee  t'obey. 
Thee  my  Spirit  gafps  to  meet, 

This  my  one,  my  ceafelefs  Pray'r, 
Make,  O  make  my  Heart  thy  Seat, 
O  fet  up  thy  Kingdom  there  ! 

Triumph  and  reign  in  Me, 
And  fpread  thy  Victory: 
Hell,  and  Death,  and  Sin  controal, 

Pride,  and  Self,  and  ev'ry  Foe, 
All  iubdue  ;  thro'  all  my  Soul 
Conqu'ring  and  to  conquer  go.. 


I'be  SAVIOUR  glorify  d  by  AIL 

From  the  German. 


,  JESU,  art  our  King, 
JL    Thy  ceaielefs  Praile  we  fing  : 
Praife  mall  our  glad  Tongue  employ, 

Praiie  o'erflow  our  grateful  Soul, 
While  we  vital  Breath  enjoy, 
While  Eternal  Ages  roll. 

Thou  art  th'  Eternal  Light, 
That  iliin'll:  in  deepeit  Night. 
Wondring  gaz'd  th'  Angelic  Train, 

While  Thou  bow'dit  the  Heav'ns  beneath,. 
GOD  with  GOD  wert  Man  with  Man, 
Maji  to  fave  from  endlefs  Death. 


3  Thoa 


ii8     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Thou  for  our  Pain  didft  mourn, 
Thou  halt  our  Sicknefs  born : 
All  our-  Sins  on  Thee  were  laid ; 
Thou  with  unexampled  Grace 
All  the  mighty  Debt  haft  paid 
Due  from  .ddam's  helplefs  Race. 

Thou  haft  o'erthrown  the  Foe, 
GOD's  Kingdom  fix'd  below. 
Conqu'ror  of  all  adverfe  Pow'r, 

Thou  Heav'n's  Gates  haft  open'd  wide : 
Thou  Thine  own  doft  lead  fecure 
In  thy  Crofs,  and  by  thy  Side. 

Enthron'd  above  yon  Sky 
Thou  reign'ft  with  GOD  moft  high. 
Proftrate  at  thy  Feet  we  fell : 

Pow'r  fupreme  to  Thee  is  giv'n  ; 
Thee,  the  righteous  Judge  of  all, 
Sons  of  Earth,  and  Hofts  ofHeav'n. 

Cherubs  with  Seraphs  join, 
And  in  thy  Praife  combine : 
All  their  Quires  thy  Glories  fing : 

Who  fhall  dare  with  Thee  to  vie  ? 
Mighty  LORD,  eternal  King, 

Sovereign  both  of  Earth  and  Sky  ! 

Hail  venerable  Train, 
Patriarchs,  firft-born  of  Men ! 
Hail  Apoftles  of  the  Lamb, ' 

By  whofe  Strength  ye  faithful  prov'd : 
Join  t' extol  his  facred  Name 

Whom  in  Life  and  Death  ye  lov'd. 


8  The  Church  thro'  all  her  Bounds 

With  thy  high  Praife  refounds. 


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Confeflbrs  undaunted  here 

Unamam'd  proclaim  their  King  5. 
Children's  feebler  Voices  there 

To  thy  Name  Hofanna's  fing. 

o  'Midil  Danger's  blackeft  Frown 

Thee  Holts  of  Martyrs  own : 
Pain  and  Shame  alike  they  dare, 

Firmly,  fmgularly  Good ; 
Glorying  thy  Crofs  to  bear, 

'Till  they  feal  their  Faith  with  Blood. 

10  Ev'n  Heathens  feel  thy  Pow'r, 
Thou  luff 'ring  Conqueror! 

Thoufand-Virgins,  chafte  and  clean, 
From  Love's  pleafing  Witchcraft  free> 

Fairer  than  the  Sons  of  Men, 

Confecrate  their  Hearts  to  Thee. 

1 1  Wide  Earth's  remoteft  Bound 
Full  of  thy  Praife  is  found  : 

And  all  Heav'ns  eternal  Day 

With  thy  {breaming  Glory  flames ' 

All  thy  Foe.,  mall  melt  away 
From  th'inlufferable  Beams. 

1 2  O  LOTRD,  O  G  O  D  of  Love, 
Let  Us  thy  Mercy  prove  ! 

King  of  all  with  pitying  Eye 

Mark  the  Toil,  the  Pains  we  feeh 

'Midit  the  Snares  of  Death  we  lie, 
'Midft  the  banded  Pow'rs  of  Hell. 

1 3  Arife,  ftir  up  thy  Pow'r 
Thou  death! efs  Conqueror! 

Help  us  to  obtain  the  Prize, 

Help  us  well  to  clofe  our  Race  j 
That  with  Thee  above  the  Skies 

Endlete  Joys  we  may  poffefs.. 
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HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 


^MORNING  HYMN. 

1  "  QEE  the  Day-fprir.g  from  afar 

ij>  "  Ulher'd  by  the  Morning-Star! 
Hafte  ;  to  Him  who  fends  the  Light, 
Hallow  the  Remains  of  Night. 

2  Souls,  put  on  your  glorious  Drefs, 
Waking  into  Righteoulnefs : 
Cloath'd  with  CHRIST  afpire  to  mine, 
Radiance  He  of  Light  Divine ; 

3  Beam  of  the  Eternal  Beam, 

He  in  GOD,  and  GOD  in  Him! 
Strive  we  Him  in  Us  to  fee, 
Tranfcript  of  the  Deity. 

4  Burft  we  then  the  Bands  of  Death, 
Rais'd  by  his  all-quickning  Breath  ; 
Long  we  to  be  loos'd  from  Earth, 
Struggle  into  fecond  Birth. 

5  Spent  at  length  is  Nature's  Night ; 
CHRIST  attends  to  give  us  Light, 
CHRIST  attends  Himfelf  to  give ; 
GOD  we  now  niay  fee,  and  live. 

6  Tho'  the  Outward  Man  decay  ; 
Form'd  within  us  Day  by  Day 
Still  the  Inner  Man  we  view, 
CHRIST  creating  all  Things  New. 

7  Turn,  O  turn  us,  LORD,  again, 
Raifer  Thou  of  Fallen  Man ! 
Sin  deftroy,  and  Nature's  Boaft, 
SA  v  i  o  u  R  Thou  of  Spirits  Loft ! 


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Thy  great  Will  in  Us  be  done : 
Crucified  and  dead  Oar  own, 
Ours  no  longer  let  us  be ; 
Hide  us  from  Ourfelves  in  Thee  ? 

Thou  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Suffer  us  no  more  to  ftray ; 
Give  us,  LORD,  and  ever  give 
Thee  to  know,  in  Thee  to  live ! 


ANOTHER.     From  the  German. 

1  I  E  S  U,  thy  Light  again  I  view, 
.1      Again  thy  Mercy's  Beams  I  fee, 
And  all  within  me  wakes,  anew 

To  pant  for  thy  Immenfity : 
Again  my  Thoughts  to  Thee  afpire 
In  fervent  Flames  of  ftrong  Delire. 

2  But  O  I  what  Offering  (hall  I  give 

To  Thee,  the  LORD  of  Earth  and  Skies? 
My  Spirit,  Soul,  and  Flei"h  receive   , 

An  holy,  living  Sacrifice  : 
Small  as  it  is,  'tis  all  my  Store : 
More  mouldft  Thou  have  if  I  had  more. 

3  Now  then,  my  GOD,  Thou  haft  my  Soul ; 

No  longer  mine,  but  Thine  I  am : 
Guard  Thou  thy  own ;  pofTefs  it  whole, 

Chear  it  by  Hope,  with  Love  inflame. 
Thou  haft  my  Spirit ;  there  difplay 
Thy  Glory,  to  the  perfed  Day. 

4  Thou  haft  my  Flefti ;  Thine  hallow'd  Shrine, 

Devoted  folely  to  thy  Will : 
Here  let  thy  Light  for  ever  mine. 

This  Houfe  ftill  let  thy  Prefence  fiH : 
O  Source  of  Life,  live,  dwell,  and  move 
In  Me,  'till  all  my  Life  be  Love.  5  O 


122     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

5  O  never  in  thefe  Veils  of  Shame, 

Sad  Fruits  of  Sin,  my  Glorying  be  ? 
Cloath  with  Salvation  thro'  thy  Name 

My  Soul,  and  may  I  put  on  Thee  f 
Be  living  FAITH  my  coftly  Drefs, 
And  my  belt  Robe  thy  Righteoufnefs ! 

6  Send  down  thy  Likenefs  from  above, 

And  let  this  my  Adorning  be  : 
Cloath  me  with  Wifdom,  Patience,  Love, 

With  Lowlinefs,  and  Purity, 
Than  Gold  and  Pearls  more  precious  far, 
And  brighter  than  the  Morning-Star. 

7  LORD,  arm  me  with  thy  Spirit's  Might, 

Since  I  am  call'd  by  thy  great  Name : 
In  Thee  my  wandring  Thoughts  unite, 

Of  all  my  Works  be  Thou  the  Aim. 
Thy  Love  attend  me  all  my  Days, 
And  my  fole  Bufinefs  be  thy  Praife  ! 


CHRIST  protecting  and  fanftifying* 

From  the  fame. 

1  /^JESU,  Source  of  calm  Repofe, 

\^J  Thy  Like  nor  Man,  nor  Angel  knows, 

Faireft  among  ten  thoufand  fair! 
Even  thofe  whom  Death's  fad  Fetters  bound, 
Whom  thickeft  Darknefs  compaft  round, 

Find  Light  and  Life,  if  Thou  appear. 

2  Effulgence  of  the  Light  Divine, 
Ere  rolling  Planets  knew  to  mine, 

Ere  Time  its  ceafelefs  Courfe  began  ; 
Thou,  when  th'appointed  Hour  was  come, 
Didft  not  abhor  the  Virgin's  Womb, 

But  GOD  with  GOD  wert  Man  with  Man. 

3  The 


HYMNS  anil  SACRED  POEMS.     1 

3  The  World,  Sin,  Death  oppofe  in  vain, 
Thou  by  thy  dying  Death  hail:  (lain, 

My  great  Deliverer,  and  my  GOD! 
In  vain  does  the  old  Dragon  rage, 
In  vain  all  Hell  its  Pow'rs  engage ; 

None  canwithftand  thy  conqu'ring  Blood. 

4  LORD  over  all,  fent  to  fulfil 

Thy  gracious  Father's  fov'reign  Will, 
To  thy  dread  Scepter  will  I  bow : 

With  duteous  Rev'rence  at  thy  Feet, 

Like  humble  Mary,  lo,  I  fit : 

Speak,  LORD,  thy  Servant  heareth  now. 

5  Renew  Thine  Image,  LORD,  in  me, 
Lowly  and  gentle  may  I  be ; 

No  Charms  but  thefe  to  Thee  are  dear : 
No  Anger  mayft  Thou  ever  find, 
No  Pride  in  my  unruffled  Mind, 

But  FAITH  and  heav'n-born  Peace  be  there. 

6  A  patient,  a  victorious  Mind 

That,  Life  and  all  Things  caft  behind, 
'  Springs  forth  obedient  to  thy  Call ; 
An  Heart,  that  no  Defire  can  move, 
But  ftill  t'adore,  believe,  and  love, 

Give  me,  my  LORD,  my  Life,  my  All. 


Supplication  for  Grace. 

From  the  fame. 

O  GOD  of  GOD,  in  whom  combine 
The  Heights,  and  Depths  of  Love  Divine, 
With  thankful  Hearts  to  Thee  we  fmg  : 
To  Thee  our  longing  Souls  afpire 
In  fervent  Flames  of  flrong  Defire : 
Come,  and  thy  facred  Undtion  bring. 

2  All 


124    HYMNS  ami  SACRED  POEMS. 

2  All  Things  in  Earth,  and  Air,  and  Sea 
Exift,  and  live,  and  move  in  Thee : 

All  Nature  trembles  at  thy  Voice : 
With  Awe  ev'n  we  thy  Children  prove 
Thy  Pow'r :  O  let  us  tafte  thy  Love; 

So  evermore  ihall  we  rtjoice. 

3  O  pow'rful  Love,  to  Thee  we  bow, 
Objeft  of  all  our  Wifties  Thou, 

(Our  Hearts  are  naked  to  Thine  Eye) 
To  Thee,  who  from  th' Eternal  Throne 
Cam'ft,  empty'dcf  thy  Godhead,  down 

For  us  to  groan,  to  bleed,  to  die. 

4  Grace  we  implore  ;  when  Billows  roll 
Grace  is  the  Anchor  of  the  Soul ; 

Grace  ev'ry  Sicknefs  knows  to  heal : 
Grace  can  fubdue  each  fond  Defire, 
And  Patience  in  all  Pain  infpire, 

Howe'er  rebellious  Nature  fwell. 

5  O  Love,  our  ilubborn  Wills  fubdue, 
Create  our  ruin'd  Frame  anew ; 

Difpel  our  Darknefs  by  thy  Light  : 
Into  all  Truth  our  Spirit  guide, 
But  from  our  Eyes  for  ever  hide 

All  Things  difpleafing  in  thy  Sight. 

6  Be  Heav'n  ev'n  now  our  Soul's  Abode, 
Hid  be  our  Life  with  CHRIST  in  GO  D, 

Our  Spirit,  LORD,  be  One  with  Thine  : 
Let  all  our  Works  in  Thee  be  wrought, 
And  fill'd  with  Thee  be  all  our  Thought, 

'Till  in  us  thy  full  Likenefs  mine. 


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HYMN  to  the  HOLY  GHOST. 


1  /"^OME,  HOLY  GHOST,  all-qaickning  Fire, 
V_>i     Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  reft! 
Drawn  by  the  Lure  of  ilrong  Delire, 

O  come,  and  confecrate  my  Breaft  : 
The  Temple  of  my  Soul  prepare, 
And  fix  thy  facred  Prefence  there  ! 

2  If  now  Thine  Influence  I  feel, 

If  now  in  Thee  begin  to  live  ; 
Still  to  my  Heart  Thyfelf  reveal, 

Give  me  Thyfelf,  for  ever  give  : 
A  Point  my  Good,  a  Drop  my  Store  : 
Eager  I  aflc,  and  pant  for  more. 

3  Eager  for  Thee  I  afk  and  pant, 

So  ftrong  the  Principle  Divine 
Carries  me  out  with  fweet  Conftraint, 

'Till  all  my  hallow'd  Soul  be  Thine  : 
Plung'd  in  the  Godhead's  deepeft  Sea, 
And  loft  in  Thine  Immenfity. 

4.  My  Peace,  my  Life,  my  Comfort  now, 

My  Treafure,  and  mine  All  Thou  art  ! 
True  Witnefsof  my  Sonfhip  Thou, 
Engraving  Pardon  on  my  Heart  : 
Seal  of  my  Sins  in  CHRIST  forgiv'n, 
Earneft  of  Love,  and  Pledge  of  Heav'n. 

5  Come  then,  my  GOD,  mark  out  Thine  Heir, 

Of  Heav'n  a  larger  Earneft  give, 
With  clearer  Light  thy  Witnefs  bear, 

More  fenfibly  within  me  live  : 
Let  all  my  Pow'rs  Thine  Entrance  feel, 
And  deeper  ftamp  Thyfelf  the  Seal. 


Come 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

6  Come,  HOLY  GHOST,  all-quick'ning  Fire, 

Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  reft ! 
Drawn  by  the  Lure  of  ftrong  Defire, 

O  come,  and  confecrate  my  Breaft : 
The  Temple  of  my  Soul  prepare, 
And  fix  thy  facred  Prefence  li.ere  ! 


Upon   the   Dejcent  of  the  HOLY 
GHOST  on  the  Day  of  Pentecojl. 

Alter  d  from  Dr.  H.  More. 

1  TT  7HEN  CHRIST  had  left  his  Flock  below, 

y  V       The  Lofs  his  faithful  Flock  deplor'd : 
Him  in  the  Flefh  no  more  they  know, 
And  languifh  for  their  abfent  LORD. 

2  Not  long — for  He  gone  up  on  high 

Gifts  to  receive,  and  claim  his  Crown, 
Beheld  them  forrowing  from  his  Sky, 
And  pour'd  the  Mighty  Bkffing  down. 

3  He,  for  the  Prefence  of  his  Flefh, 

The  Spirit's  feven-fold  Gifts  imparts, 
And  living  Streams  their  Souls  refrefh, 
And  Joy  divine  overflows  their  Hearts. 

4  While  all  in  fweet  Devotion  join'd, 

Humbly  to  wait  for  GOD,  retire, 
The  promis'd  Grace  in  rufhing  Wind 
Defccnds,  and  cloven  Tongues  of  Fire. 

5  GOD's  mighty  Spirit  fills  the  Dome, 

The  feeble  Dome  beneath  him  {hook, 
Trembled  the  Crowd  to  feel  him  come, 
Soon  as  the  Sons  of  Thunder  fpoke. 

Father] 


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6  Father !  if  juftly  ftill  we  claim 

To  Us  and  Ours  the  Promife  made, 
To  Us  be  gracioufly  the  fame, 

And  crown  with  Living  Fire  our  Head, 

7  Our  Claim  admit,  and  from  above 

Of  Holinefs  the  Spirit  fhow'r, 
Of  wife  Difcernment,  humble  Love, 
And  Zeal,  and  Unity,  and  Pow'r. 

8  The  Spirit  of  convincing  Speech 

Of  Pow'r  demonftrative  impart, 
Such  as  may  ev'ry  Confcience  reach, 
And  found  the  Unbelieving  Heart. 

9  The  Spirit  of  refining  Fire, 

Searching  the  Inmoft  of  the  Mind, 
To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  Delire, 
And  kindle  Life  more  pure  and  kind. 

10  The  Sp'rit  of  FAITH  in  this  thy  Day 

To  break  the  Pow'r  of  cancel' d  Sin, 
Tread  down  its  Strength,  o'erturn  its  Sway, 
And  ftill  the  Conqueft  more  than  win. 

1 1  The  Spirit  breath  of  Inward  Life 

Which  in  our  Hearts  thy  Laws  may  write ; 
Then  Grief  expires,  and  Pain,  and  Strife, 
'Tis  Nature  all,  and  all  Delight. 

12  On  all  the  Earth  thy  Spirit  mow'r, 

The  Earth  in  Righteoufnefs  renew ; 
Thy  Kingdom  come,  and  Hell's  o'erpow'r, 
And  to  thy  Scepter  all  fubdue. 

1 3  Like  mighty  Wind,  or  Torrent  fierce 

Let  it  Oppofers  £.11  o'er-riui, 
And  ev'ry  Law  of  Sin  reverfe, 

That  FAITH  and  Love  may  make  all  one. 

M  14  Yea 


iz8     HYMNS  find  SACRED  POEMS. 

1 4  Yea,  let  thy  Spirit  in  ev'ry  Place 

Its  Richer  Energy  declare, 
While  lovely  Tempers,  Fruits  of  Grace, 
The  Kingdom  of" thy  CHRIST  prepare. 

15  Grant  this,  O  Holy  GOD,  and  True f 

The  Antient  Seers  Thou  didit  infpire  : 
To  Us  perform  the  Promife  due, 

Defcend,  and  crown  us  Now  with  Fire. 


PUBLICK  WORSHIP. 

From  the  German. 

1  T    Oj  G  O  D  is  here !  let  us  adore 

£  j     And  own,  how  dreadful  is  this  Place  f 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  Pow'r, 

And  filent  bow  before  his  Face. 
Who  knows  his  Pow'r,  his  Grace  who  prove, 
Serve  him  with  Awe,  with  Rev'rence  love. 

2  Lo,  G  O  D  is  here !  Him  Day  and  Night 

Th'united  Quires  of  Angels  fing : 
To  Him  enthron'd  above  all  Height 

Heav'n's  Hoft  their  nobleft  Praifes  bring : 
Difdain  not,  LORD,  our  meaner  Song, 
Who  praife  Thee  with  a  flamm'ring  Tongue. 

3  Gladly  the  Toys  of  Earth  we  leave, 

Wealth,  Pleafure,  Fame,  for  Thee  alone  : 
To  Thee  our  Will,  Soul,  Flefh  we  give  ; 

O  take,  O  feal  them  for  Thine  own. 
Thou  art  the  G  O  D ;  Thou  art  the  LORD  : 
Be  Thou  by  all  thy  Works  ador'd  ! 

4  Being  of  Beings,  ,may  our  Praife 

Thy  Courts  with  grateful  Fragrance  fill, 
Still  may  we  ftand  before  thy  Face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  fov'reign  Will : 


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To  Thee  may  all  our  Thoughts  arife, 
Ceafelefs,  accepted  Sacrifice ! 

r  In  Thee  we  move.     All  Things  of  Thee 
Are  fall,  Thou  Source  and  Life  of  All ! 
Thou  vaft,  unfathomable  Sea ! 

Fall  proftrate,  loft  in  Wonder,  fall, 
Ye  Sons  of  Men ;  for  G  OD  is  Man  ! 
All  may  we  lofe,  fo  Thee  we  gain ! 

6  As  Flow'rs  their  op'ning  Leaves  difplay, 

And  glad  drink  in  the  Solar  Fire, 
So  may  we  catch  thy  ev'ry  Ray, 

So  may  thy  Influence  us  infpire  i 
Thou  Beam  of  the  Eternal  Beam ! 
Thou  purging  Fire,  Thou  quietening  Flame ! 


PRAYER  to  CHRIS  ? before  the 
SACRAMENT. 

From  the  fame. 

Thou,  whom  Sinners  love,  whofe  Care 

Doth  all  our  Sicknefs  heal, 
Thee  we  approach  with  Heart  fmcere, 

Thy  Pow'r  we  joy  to  feel. 
To  Thee  our  humbleft  Thanks  we  pay, 

To  Thee  our  Souls  we  bow ; 
Of  Hell  erewhile  the  helplefs  Prey, 
Heirs  of  thy  Glory  now. 

As  Incenfe  to  thy  Throne  above 

O  let  our  Pray'rs  arife .' 
O  wing  with  Flames  of  Holy  Love 

Our  living  Sacrifice. 

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Stir  up  thy  Strength,  O  LORD  of  Might, 

Our  willing  Breafts  infpire : 
Fill  our  whole  Souls  with  heav'nly  Light, 

Melt  with  Seraphick  Fire. 

3  From  thy  bleft  Wounds  our  Life  we  draw ; 

Thine  all-atoning  Blood 
Daily  we  drink  with  trembling  Awe ; 

Thy  Flefh  our  daily  Food. 
Come,  LORD,  thy  fov'reign  Aid  impart, 

Here  make  thy  Likenefs  mine, 
£tamp  thy  whole  Image  on  our  Heart, 

And  all  our  Souls  be  Thine. 


HYMN  after  the  SACRAMENT. 

*   QONSofGOD,  triumphant  rife, 
O  Shout  th'accomplim'd  Sacrifice  ! 
Shout  Your  Sins  in  CHRIST  forgiv'n, 
Sons  of  GOD,  and  Heirs  of  Heav'n  ! 

2  Ye  that  round  our  Altars  throng, 
LiiVning  Angels  join  the  Song  : 
Sing  with  Us,  ye  Heav'nly  Pow'rs, 
Pardon,  Grace,  and  Glory  Ours ! 

3  Love's  Myfterious  Work  is  done  .' 
Greet  we  now  th'atoning  Son, 
Heal'd  and  quicken'd  by  his  Blood, 
Join'd  to  CHRIST,  and  one  with  GOD. 

4  CHRIST,  of  all  oor  Hopes  the  Seal  ; 
Peace  Divine  in  CHRIST  we  feel, 
Pardon  to  our  Souls  applied  : 
Dead  for  All,  for  Me  he  died  ! 

5  Sin  fhall  tyrannize  no  more, 
Purg'd  its  Guilt,  diffolv'd  its  Pow'r  ; 

JESUS 


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JESUS  makes  our  Hearts  his  Throne, 
There  He  lives,  and  reigns  alone. 

6  Grace  our  ev'ry  Thought  controuls, 
Heav'n  is  open'd  in  our  Souls, 
Everlafting  Life  is  won, 

Glory  is  on  Earth  begun. 

7  CHRIRT  in  Us  ;  in  Him  we  fee 
Fulnefs  of  the  Deity: 

Beam  of  the  Eternal  Beam; 
Life  Divine  we  tafte  in  Him  ! 

8  Him  we  tafte  ;  but  wait  to  know 
Mightier  Happinefs  below, 
Him  when  fully  Ours  we  prove, 
Ours  the  Heav'n  of  perfect  Love! 


ACTS  ii.  41,  &c. 

'"  •  *  H  E  Word  pronounc'd,  the  Gofpsl-Word, 
I       The  Crowd  with  various  Hearts  receiv'd : 

In  many  a  Soul  the  SAVIOUR  ftir'd, 
Three  thoufand  yielded,  and  believ'd. 

Thefe  by  th'Apoffles'  Counfels  led, 

With  them  in  mighty  Pray'rs  combin'd, 

Broke  the  Commemorative  Bread, 
Nor  from  the  Fellowfhip  declin'd. 

G  O  D  from  above,  with  ready  Grace 
And  Deeds  of  Wonder,  guards  his  Flocfe^ 

Trembles  the  World  before  their  Face, 
By  JESUS  crum'd,  their  Conqu'ring  Rock. 


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132     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

4  The  happy  Band  whom  CHRIST  redeems, 

One  only  Will,  one  Judgment  know: 
None  this  contentious  Earth  efteems, 
Diilinctions,  or  Delights  below. 

5  The  Men  of  worldly  Wealth  poffeft 

Their  Selfifh  Happinefs  remove, 
Sell,  and  divide  it  to  the  reft, 
And  buy  the  Bleffed.iefs  of  Love. 

6  Thus  in  the  Prefence  of  their  GOD, 

JESUS  their  Life,  and  Heav'n  their  Care, 
With  fmgle  Heart  they  took  their  Food 
Heighten'd  by  Eucharift  and  PrayV. 

7  G  O  D  in  their  ev'ry  Work  was  prais'd: 

The  People  blefs'd  the  Law  benign : 
Daily  the  Church,  his  Arm  had  rais'd, 
Receiv'd  the  Sons  of  Mercy  in. 


To  be  funs'  at  Work. 


O  N  of  the  Carpenter,  receive 

This  humble  Work  of  mine  ; 
Worth  to  my  meaneft  Labour  give, 
By  joining  it  to  Thine, 

c  Servant  of  all,  to  toil  for  Man 

Thou  wou'dft  not,  LORD,  refufe: 
Thy  Majefty  did  not  difdain 
To  be  employ'd  for  us. 

g  Thy  bright  Example  I  purfue, 
To  Thee  in  all  Things  rife, 
And  all  I  think,  or  fpeak,  or  do, 
Is  one  great  Sacrifice. 


4  Carelefs 


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4  Carelefs  thro'  outward  Cares  I  go, 

From  all  Diftradion  free  : 
My  Hands  are  but  engag'd  below, 
My  Heart  is  ftill  with  The«. 

5  O  when  wilt  Thou  my  Life  appear ! 

How  gladly  would  I  cry, 
'Tis  done,  the  Work  Thou  gav'ft  me  here, 
'Tis  finifh'd,  LORD  —  and  die. 


ANOTHER. 

U  M  M  O  N '  D  my  Labour  to  renew, 

And  glad  to  act  my  Part, 
LORD,  in  thy  Name,  my  Talk  I  do, 
And  with  a  finale  Heart, 


•s 


*  End  of  my  every  Action  Thou ! 

Thy felf  in  All  I  fee: 
Accept  my  hallow'd  Labour  now ; 
I  do  it  unto  Thee, 

3  Whatever  the  Father  views  as  Thine, 

He  views  with  gracious  Eyes : 
JESUS!  this  mean  Oblation  join 
To  thy  great  Sacrifice. 

4  Stampt  with  an  Infinite  Defert 

My  Work  he  then  mail  own ; 
Well  pleas'd  in  Me,  when  mine  Thou  art, 
And  I  his  favourite  Son ! 


GOD    with  us. 

From  the  German. 

T  E  R  NA  L  Depth  of  Love  Divine 

In  JESUS,  GOD-with-Us,  difplay'4, 
How  bright  thy  beaming  Glories  mine  .' 
How  wide  thy  healing  Streams  are  fpread ! 


134     HYMNS  ami  SACRED  POEMS. 

With  whom  doft  Thou  delight  to  dwell? 

Sinners,  a  vile,  and  thanklefs  Race : 
O  GOD !  what  Torgue  aright  can  tell 

How  vaft  thy  Love,  how  great  thy  Grace ! 

2  The  Didates  of  thy  Sov'reign  Will 

With  Joy  our  grateful  Hearts  receive: 
All  thy  Delight  in  us  fc;ifill, 

Lo  !  all  we  are  to  Thee  we  give. 
To  thy  fure  Love,  thy  tender  Care, 

Our  Flefli,  Soul,  Spirit  we  rtfign; 
O !  fix  thy  facred  Prefence  there, 

And  feel  th' Abode  for  ever  Thine. 

3  O  King  of  Glory,  thy  rich  Grace 

Our  (hort  Defires  furpaffes  far ! 
Yea,  ev'n  our  Crimes,  tho'  numberlefs, 

Lefs  num'rous  than  thy  Mercies  are. 
Still  on  Thee,  Father,  may  we  reft ! 

Still  may  we  pant  thy  Son  to  know ! 
Thy  Sp'rit  ftill  breath  into  our  Breaft, 

Fountain  of  Peace,  and  Joy  below ! 

4  Oft  have  we  feen  thy  mighty  Pow'r, 

Since  from  the  World  Thou  mad'ft  us  free: 
Still  may  we  praife  Thee  more  and  more, 

Our  Hearts  more  firmly  knit  to  Thee  5 
Still,  LORD,  thy  faving  Health  difplay, 

And  arm  our  Souls  with  heav'nly  Zeal : 
So,  fearlefs  {hall  we  urge  our  Way 

Thro'  all  the  Pow'rs  of  Earth  and  Hell  J 


GOD    our  Portion. 

From  the  Spanifli. 

GOD,  my  G O D,  my  All  Thou  art 
Ere  fhines  the  Dawn  of  rifing  Day, 
Thy  fov'reign  Light  within  my  Heart, . 
Thine  all-enliv'ning  Pow'r  difplay. 


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2  For  Thee  my  thirfty  Soul  does  pant, 

While  in  this  defert  Land  I  live  : 
And  hungry  as  I  am,  and  faint, 
Thy  Love  alone  can  Comfort  give. 

3  In  a  dry  Land  behold  I  place 

My  whole  Defire  on  Thee,  O  LORD  : 
And  more  I  joy  to  gain  thy  Grace 
Than  all  Earth's  Treafures  can  afford. 

4  In  Holinefs  within  thy  Gates 

Of  old  oft  have  I  fought  for  Thee  : 
Again  my  longing  Spirit  waits 
That  Fulneis  of  Delight  to  fee. 

5  More  dear  than  Life  itfelf  thy  Love 

My  Heart  and  Tongue  mail  ftill  employ, 
And  to  declare  thy  Praife  will  prove 
My  Peace,  my  Glory,  and  my  Joy. 

6  In  bleffing  Thee  with  grateful  Songs 

My  happy  Life  mall  glide  away  ; 
The  Praife  that  to  thy  Name  belongs 
Hourly  with  lifted  Hands  I'll  pay. 

7  Abundant  Sweetnefs,  while  I  fmg 

Thy  Love,  my  ravifh'd  Soul  o'erflows, 
Secure  in  Thee,  my  GOD  and  King, 
Of  Glory  that  no  Period  knows. 

8  Thy  Name,  O  LORD,  upon  my  Bed 

Dwells  on  my  Lips,  and  fires  my  Thought, 
With  trembling  Awe  in  midnight  Shade, 
I  mufe  on  all  Thine  Hands  have  v\-rought. 

9  In  all  I  do  I  feel  Thine  Aid; 

Thei^fore  thy  Greatnefs  will  I  fing, 
O  GOD,  who  bidft  my  Heart  be  glad 
Beneath  the  Shadow  of  thy  Wing. 

10  My 


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10  My  Soul  draws  nigh,  and  cleaves  to  Thee ; 

Then  let  or  Earth  or  Hell  affail, 
Thy  Mighty  Hand  (hall  fet  me  free, 

For  whom  Thou  fav'il,  He  ne'er  mail  fail. 


Gratitude  for  our  Converficn. 

From  the  German. 

1  r  I^H  E  E  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower, 

JL     Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown, 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  Power, 
In  all  my  Works  and  Thee  alone ! 
Thee  will  I  love  'till  the  pure  Fire 
Fill  my  whole  Soul  with  chail  Defire. 

2  Ah !  why  did  I  fo  late  Thee  know, 

Thee,  lovelier  than  the  Sons  of  Men ! 
Ah  f  why  did  I  no  fooner  go 

To  Thee,  the  only  Eafe  in  Pain ! 
Afham'd  I  figh,  and  inly  mourn 
That  I  fo  late  to  Thee  did  turn. 

3  In  Darknefs  willingly  I  ftray'd ; 

I  fought  Thee,  yet  from  Thee  I  rov'd  : 
For  wide  my  wandring  Thoughts  were  fpread, 

Thy  Creatures  more  than  Thee  I  lov'd  : 
And  now,  if  more  at  length  I  fee, 
'Tis  thro'  thy  Light,  and  comes  from  Thee. 

4  I  thank  Thee,  Uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  Beams  on  me  have  (hin'd ; 
I  thank  Thee,  who  haft  overthrown 

My  Foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  Mind : 
I  thank  Thee,  whofe  enliv'ning  Voice 
Bids  my  freed  Heart  in  Thee  rejoice. 

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e  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  Race, 

Nor  differ  me  again  to  ftray  : 
Strengrhen  my  Feet,  with  fteady  Pace 

Still  to  prefs  forward  in  thy  Way : 
My  Soul,  and  Flem,  O  LORD  of  Might, 
Fill,  fatiate  with  thy  heav'nly  Light. 

5  Give  to  my  Eyes  refrefhing  Tears, 

Give  to  my  Heart  chart,  hallow'd  Fires, 

Give  to  my  Soul  with  Filial  Fears 

The  Love  that  all  Heav'n's  Hoft  infpiies : 

That  all  my  Pow'rs  with  all  their  Might 

In  thy  fole  Glory  may  unite. 

7  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown  ! 

Thee  will  I  love  my  LORD,  my  GOD! 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  thy  Frown 
Or  Smile,  thy  Scepter  or  thy  Rod  : 
What  tho'  my  Flem  and  Heart  decay  ? 
Thee  mail  I  love  in  endlefs  Day  ! 


BOLDNESS  in  the  GOSPEL. 

From  the  fame. 

H  A  L  L  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  Man, 
Thy  Spirit's  Courfe  in  me  reftrain  ? 
Or  undifmay'd,  in  Deed  and  Word 
Be  a  true  Witnefs  to  my  LORD  ? 

2  Aw'd  by  a  Mortal's  Frown,  mail  I 
Conceal  the  Word  of  GOD  moft  high  ? 
How  then  before  Thee  mall  I  dare 
To  ftand,  or  how  Thine  Anger  bear  ? 

3  Shall  I,  to  footh  th' unholy  Throng, 
Soften  thy  Truths,  and  fmooth  my  Tongue  ? 
To  gain  Earth's  gilded  Toys,  or  flee 

The  Crofs,  eudur'd,  my  GOD,  by  Thee  ? 


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4  What  then  is  He  whofe  Scorn  I  dread  ? 
Whofe  Wrath  or  Hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 
A  Man  J  an  Heir  of  Death  !  a  Slave 
To  Sin !  a  Bubble  on  the  Wave  f 

5  Yea  let  Man  rage  !  fmce  Thou  wilt  fpread 
Thy  fhadowing  Wings  around  my  Head : 
Since  in  all  Pain  thy  tender  Love 

Will  ftill  my  fweet  Refrefhment  prove. 

6  SAVIOUR  of  Men  !  thy  fearching  Eye 
Doth  all  mine  inmoft  Thoughts  defcry  -. 
Doth  ought  on  Earth  my  Wifhes  raife  ; 
Ox  the  World's  Pleafures,  or  its  Praife  ? 

7  The  Love  of  CHRIST  doth  me  conftrain 
To  feek  the  wandring  Souls  of  Men  : 
With  Cries,  Intreaties,  Tears,  to  fave, 
To  fnatch  them  ftom  the  gaping  Grave. 

8  For  this  let  Men  revile  my  Name, 
No  Crofs  I  fhun,  I  fear  no  Shame : 

All  hail,  Reproach,  and  welcome  Pain ! 
Only  thy  Terrors,  LORD,  reftrain. 

9  My  Life,  my  Blood,  I  here  prefent ; 
If  for  thy  Truth  they  may  be  fpent, 
Fulfil  thy  fov'reign  Counfel,  LORD! 
Thy  Will  be  done !  thy  Name  ador'd ! 

10  Give  me  thy  Strength,  O  GOD  of  Pow'rf 
Then  let  Winds  blow,  or  Thunders  roar ! 
Thy  faithful  Witnefs  will  I  be ; 
'Tis  fat :  I  can  do  all  thro'  Thee  F 


ANOTHER 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 


ANOTHER. 

1  /CAPTAIN  of  my  Salvation,  hear! 

\^>     Stir  up  thy  Strength  and  bow  the  Skies  ; 
Be  Thou,  the  G  O  D  of  Battles,  near; 
In  all  thy  Majeily  arife ! 

2  The  Day,  the  dreadful  Day's  at  hand  ! 

In  Battle  cover  Thou  my  Head : 
Part  is  thy  Word :  I  here  demand, 
And  confident  expect  Thine  Aid. 

3  Now  arm  me  for  the  threatning  Fight, 

Now  let  thy  Power  defcend  from  high, 
Triumphant  in  thy  Spirit' sJVIight 
So  mall  I  every  Foe  defy. 

4  I  aft  thy  Help ;  by  Thee  fent  forth 

Thy  glorious  Gofpel  to  proclaim, 
Be  Thou  my  Mouth,  and  make  the  Earth, 
And  fpread  by  Me  Thine  awful  Name. 

5  Steel  me  to  Shame,  Reproach,  Difgrace, 

Arm  me  with  all  Thine  Armour  now, 
Set  like  a  Flint  my  fteady  Face, 
Harden  to  Adamant  my  Brow. 

6  Bold  may  I  wax,  exceeding  bold 

My  high  Commiffion  to  perform, 
Nor  ihrink  thy  harlheft  Truths  t'unfold, 
But  more  than  meet  the  gathering  Storm. 

7  Adverfe  to  Earth's  rebellious  Throng, 

Still  may  I  turn  my  fearlefs  Face, 
Stand  as  an  Iron  Pillar  ftrong, 
And  ftedfaft  as  a  Wall  of  Brafs. 

N  8  Give 


140     HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Give  me  thy  Might,  Thou  G  O  D  of  Power ; 

Then  let  or  Men  or  Fiends  affail, 
Strong  in  thy  Strength,  I'll  ftand  a  Tower 

Impregnable  to  Earth  or  Hell. 


Congratulation  to  a  Friend,  upon  Be- 
lieving in  CHRIST. 

1  T  T  7  H  A  T  Morn  on  Thee  with  fweeter  Ray, 

V  V       Or  brighter  Luftre  e'er  hath  fhin'd? 
Be  bleft  the  Memorable  Day 

That  gave  Thee  JESUS  CHRIST  to  find! 
Gave  Thee  to  tafle  his  Pard'ning  Grace, 
From  Death  to  Life  in  Him  to  pafs  J 

2  O  how  diverfify'd  the  Scene, 

Since  firft  that  Heart  began  to  beat ! 
Evil  and  few  thy  Days  have  been  : 

In  Suff 'ring,  and  in  Comfort,  great, 
Oft  haft  Thou  groan'd  beneath  thy  Load, 
And  funk— into  the  Arms  of  GOD ! 

3  Long  did  all  Hell  its  Pow'rs  engage, 

And  fill'd  thy  darken'd  Soul  with  Fears : 
Baffled  at  length  the  Dragon's  Rage, 

At  lengt'.i  th' Atoning  Blood  appears  : 
Thy  Light  is  come,  thy  Mourning's  o'er, 
Look  up ;  for  Thou  fha.lt  weep  no  more. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Name  that  fets  Thee  free, 

The  Name  that  fure  Salvation  brings  ! 
The  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  on  Thee 

Has  rofe  with  Healing  in  his  Wings: 
Away  let  Grief  and  Sighing  flee ; 
JESUS  has  died  for  Thee — for  Thee ! 

c  And 


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5  And  will  He  now  forfake  his  own, 

Or  lofe  the  Purchafe  of  his  Blood? 
No  !  for  He  looks  with  Pity  down, 

He  watches  over  Thee  for  Good  ; 
Gracious  He  eyes  Thee  from  above, 
And  guards,  and  feeds  Thee  with  his  Love. 

6  Since  Thou  waft  precious  in  his  Sight, 

How  highly  favoi"Cd  haft  Thou  been  I 
Upborn  by  FAITH  to  Glory's  Height, 

The  SAviouR-GOD  thine  Eyes  have  feen, 
Thy  Heart  has  felt  its  Sins  forgiv'n, 
And  taftes  Anticipated  Heav'n. 

7  Still  may  his  Love  thy  Fortrefs  be, 

And  make  Thee  ftill  his  darling  Care, 
Settle,  confirm,  and  ftablifh  Thee, 

On  Eagles  Wings  thy  Spirit  bear, 
Fill  Thee  with  Heavenly  Joy,  and  fhed 
His  choiceft  Bleffings  on  thy  Head. 

8  Thus  may  He  comfort  Thee  below* 

Thus  may  He  all  his  Graces  give  : 
Him  but  in  part  Thou  here  canft  know :  « 

Yet  here  by  FAITH  fubmit  to  live ; 
Help  Me  to  fight  my  Paflage  thro', 
Nor  feize  thy  Heav'n,  'till  I  may  too. 

9  Or  if  the  Sov'reign  wife  Decree 

Firft  number  Thee  among  the  Bleft, 
(The  only  Good  I'd  envy  Thee) 

TranfL'.ting  to  an  earlier  Reft ; 
Near  in  thy  lateft  Hour  may  I 
Inftruft,  and  learn  of  Thee,  to  die. 

10  Mixt  with  the  Quire?  that  hover  round 
And  all  the  Adverfe  Powers  contrbul, 
Angel  of  Peace  may  I  be  found 
To  animate  thy  parting  Soul, 

N  2  Point 


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Point  out  the  Crown,  and  fmooth  thy  Way 
To  Regions  of  Eternal  Day. 

1 1  Fir'd  with  the  Thought,  I  fee  Thee  Now 

Triumphant  meet  the  King  of  Fears ! 
Stedfaft  thy  Heart,  ferene  thy  Brow ; 

Divinely  confident  appears 
Thy  mounting  Soul,  and  fpreads  abroad, 
And  fwells  to  be  diffolv'd  in  GOD. 

1 2  Is  this  t£e  Soul  fo  late  weigh'd  down 

By  Cares  and  Sins,  by  Griefs  and  Pains ! 
Whither  are  all  thy  Terrors  gone  ? 

JESUS  for  Thee  the  VicVry  gains; 
And  Death,  and  Sin  and  Satan  yield 
To  Faith's  unconquerable  Shield. 

j  3  Blefs'd  be  the  GOD,  that  calls  Thee  home; 

Faithful  to  Thee  his  Mercies  prove : 
Thro1  Death's  dark  Vale  he  bids  Thee  come, 

And  more  than  conquer  in  his  Love ; 
Robes  Thee  in  Righteoufnefs  Divine, 
And  makes  the  Crown  of  Glory  Thine ! 


HYMN  for  CHRISTMAS-DAY. 

ARK  how  all  the  Welkin  rings 
"  Glory  to  the  King  of  Kings, 
"  Peace  on  Earth,  and  Mercy  mild, 
"GOD  and  Sinners  reconcil'd! 

2  Joyful  all  ye  Nations  rife, 
Join  the  Triumph  of  the  Skies, 
Univerfal  Nature  fay 

"  CHRIST  the  LORD  is  born  to  Day! 

3  CHRIST,  by  higheft  Heav'n  ador'd, 
CHRIST,  the  Everlafting  Lord, 

Late 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     143. 

Late  in  Time  behold  him  come. 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  Womb. 

4  Veil'd  in  Flefli,  the  Godhead  fee, 
Hail  th' Incarnate  Deity  ! 

Pleas' d  as  Man  with  Men  t'appear 
JESUS  our  Immanuelhere  ! 

5  Hail  the  Heav'nly  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Hail  the  San  of  Righteoufnefs  ! 
Light  and  Life  to  All  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  Healing  in  his  Wings. 

6  Mild  he  lays  his  Glory  by ; 

Born ;  that  Man  no  more  may  die, 
Born  ;  to  raife  the  Sons  of  Earth, 
Born ;  to  give  them  Second  Birth. 

7  Come,  Defire  of  Nations,  come, 
Fix  in  Us  thy  humble  Home, 

Rife,  the  Woman's  Conquering  Seed, 
Bruife  in  Us  the  Serpent's  Head. 

8  Now  difplay  thy  faving  Pow'r, 
Ruin'd  Nature  now  reftore, 
Now  in  Myltic  Union  join 
Thine  to  Ours,  and  Ours  to  Thine. 

9  Adam's  Likenefs,  LORD,  efface, 
Stamp  thy  Image  in  its  Place, 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinftate  us  in  thy  Love. 

10  Let  us  Thee,  tho'  loft,  regain, 

Thee,  the  Life,  the  Heav'nly  Man : 
O!  to  All  Thyfelf  impart, 
Form'd  in  each  Believing  Heart. 

N  3  HYST*. 


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HYMN  for  the  EPIPHANY 

j   QO  N  S  of  Men,  behold  from  far, 
O  Hail  the  long-expecled  Star ! 
Jacobs  Star  that  gihib  the  Night, 
Guides  bewilder'a  Nature  right. 

2  Fear  not  hence  that  111  fhould  flow, 
Wars  or  Peftilence  below, 

Wars  it  bids  and  Tumults  ceafe, 
Ufhering  in  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Mild  he  fhines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  thro'  the  Shade  of  Death, 
Scatt'ring  Error's  wide-fpread  Night, 
Kindling  Darknefs  into  Light. 

4  Nations  all,  far  off  arx3  near, 
Hafte  to  fee  your  GOD  appear? 
Hafte,  for  Him  your  Hearts  prepare  ; 
Meet  him  manifefted  there ! 

5  There  behold  the  Day-fpring  rife, 
Pouring  Eye-fight  on  your  Eyes, 
G  O  D  in  his  own  Light  furvey, 
Shining  to  the  Perfect  Day. 

6  Sing,  ye  Morning-ftars,  again, 
GOD  defcends  on  Earth  to  reign, 
Deigns  for  Man  his  Life  t'employ  ; 
Shout,  ye  Sons  of  GOD,  for  Joy  ! 


HYMN  for  EASTER-DAY. 


C 


HRIST  the  LORD  is  ris'n  To-day," 
Sons  of  Men  and  Angels  fay, 

Raife 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     145 

Raife  your  Joys  and  Triumphs  high, 
Sing  ye  Heav'ns,  and  Earth  reply. 

2  Love's  Redeeming  Work  is  done, 
Fought  the  Fight,  the  Battle  won, 
Lo!  our  Sun's  EcKpfe  is  o'er, 

Lo !  He  fets  in  Blood  no  more, 

3  Vain  the  Stone,  the  Watch,  the  Seal ; 
CHRIST  hath  burft  the  Gates  of  Hell! 
Death  in  vain  forbid-;  his  Rii'e: 
CHRIST  hath  open'd  Paradife  I 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  t'iy  Sting  ? 
Once  He  died  our  Souls  to  fave, 
Where  thy  Vi&ory,  O  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now,  where  CHRIST  has  led, 
Following  our  Exalted  Head, 

Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rife: 
Ours  the  Crofs ;  the  Grave  ;  the  Skies. 

6  What  tho'  once  we  perifti'd  All, 
Partners  of  our  Parent's  Fall, 
Second  Life  we  All  receive, 

In  our  Heav'nly  Adam  live. 

7  Ris'n  with  Him,  we  upward  move, 
Still  we  feek  the  Things  above, 
Still  purfue,  and  kifs  the  Son, 
Seated  on  his  Father's  Throne  ; 

8  Scarce  on  Earth  a  Thought  bellow, 
Dead  to  all  we  leave  below, 
Heav'n  our  Aim,  and  lov'd  Abode, 
Hid  our  Life  with  CHRIST  in  GOD} 

9  Hid; 


9  Hid;  'till  CHRIST  our  Life  appear, 
Glorious  in  his  Members  iiere : 
Join'd  to  Him,  we  then  fhall  fhine 
All  Immortal,  all  Divine ! 

i a  Hail  the  LORD  of  Earth  and  Heav'n  ! 
Praife  to  Thee  by  both  be  giv'n  : 
Thee  we  greet  Triumphant  now  j 
Hail  the  Refurreclion  Thou  ! 

1 1  King  of  Glory,  Soul  of  Blifs, 
Everlafting  Life  is  This, 
Thee  to  know,  thy  Pow'r  to  prove, 
Thus  to  fing,  and  thus  to  love  ! 


HYMN  for  ASCENSION-DAY, 

1  T  TA  I  L  the  Day  that  fees  Him  rife, 
X  JL  Ravilh'd  from  our  wifhful  Eyes  ; 
CHRIST  awhile  to  Mortals  giv'n, 
Re-a'cends  his  native  Heav'n ! 

2  There  the  pompous  Triumph  waits, 
"  Lift  your  Heads,  Eternal  Gates, 
"  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  Scene, 

"  Take  the  King  of  Glory  in ! 

3  Circled  round  with  Angel  Powers, 
Their  Triumphant  LORD,  and  Ours, 
Conqueror  over  Death  and  Sin, 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in ! 

4  Him  tho'  higheft  Heav'n  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  Earth  He  leaves  ; 
Tho'  returning  to  his  Throne, 
Still  He  calls  Mankind  his  own. 


See! 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.     147 

5  See !  He  lifts  his  Hands  above, 
See  !  He  fhews  the  Prints  of  Love  ! 
Hark  !  His  gracious  Lips  beftow 
Bleflings  on  his  Church  below ! 

6  Still  for  us  his  Death  he  pleads ; 
Prevalent,  He  intercedes ; 
Near  Himfelf  prepares  our  Place, 
Harbinger  of  human  Race. 

7  Matter,  (will  we  ever  fay) 
Taken  from  our  Head  To-day ; 
See  thy  faithful  Servants,  fee ! 
Ever  gazing  up  to  Thee. 

8  Grant,  tho'  parted  from  our  Sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  Height, 
Grant  our  Hearts  may  thither  rife, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  Skies. 

9  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  Wings  of  Love, 
Looking  when  our  LORD  fhall  come, 
Longing,  gafping  after  Home. 

i  o  There  we  fhall  with  Thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thy  endlefs  Reign, 
There  thy  Face  unclouded  fee, 
Find  our  Heav'n  of  Heav'ns  in  Thee ! 


HYMN  for  WH  i  TSUND A y. 

RANTED  is  the  SAVIOUR'S  Prayer, 
_      Sent  the  gracious  Comforter; 
Promife  of  our  Parting  LORD, 
JESUS  to  his  Heav'n  reftor'd: 

2  CHRIST; 


14.8     HVMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

2  CHRIST;  who  now  gone  up  on  high, 
Captive  leads  Captivity, 

While  his  Foes  from  Him  receive 
Grace,  tiiut  GOD  with  Man  may  live. 

3  GOD,  theeverMing  GOD, 
Makes  with  Mortals  his  Abode, 
Whom  the  Heavens  cannot  contain, 
He  vouchlafes  to  dwell  with  Man. 

4  Never  will  he  thence  depart, 
Inmate  of  an  humble  Heart ; 
Carrying  on  his  Work  within, 
Striving  'till  he  caft  out  Sin. 

5  There  He  helps  our  feeble  Moans, 
Deepens  our  imperfect  Groans  ; 
Intercedes  in  Silence  there, 

Sighs  th' Unutterable  Prayer. 

6  Come,  Divine  and  peaceful  Gueft, 
Enter  our  devoted  Breaft  j' 
HOLY  GHOST,  our  Hearts  infpire, 
Kindle  there  the  Gofpel-Fire. 

7  Crown  the  agonizing  Srife, 
Principle,  and  LORD  of  Life  ; 
Life  Divine  in  us  renew, 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver  too ! 

8  Now  defcend  and  make  the  Earth, 
Wake  us  into  Second  Birth  ; 

Now  thy  quick'ning  Influence  give, 
Blow ;  and  thefe  dry  Bones  mail  live  \ 

9  Brood  Thou  o'er  our  Nature's  Night, 
Darknefs  kindles  into  Light ; 
Spread  Thine  overmadowing  Wings, 
Order  from  Confufion  fprings. 

10  Pain 


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10  Pain  and  Sin,  and  Sorrow  ceafe, 
Thee  we  talte  and  all  is  Peace ; 
Joy  Divine  in  Thee  we  prove, 
Light  of  Truth,   and  Fire  of  Love. 


GRACE  before  MEAT. 

1  T)  A  R  E  N  T  of  Good,  whofe  plenteous  Grace 
JL       O'er  all  thy  Creatures  flows, 

Humbly  we  afk  thy  Pow'r  to  blefs 
The  Food  thy  Love  bellows. 

2  Thy  Love  provides  the  fober  Feaft : 

A  Second  Gift  impart, 
Give  us  with  Joy  our  Food  to  talte 
And  with  a  Single  Heart. 

3  Let  it  for  Thee  new  Life  afford, 

For  Thee  our  Strength  repair,    ' 
Bleft  by  thine  all-fuftaining  Word, 
And  fanftify'd  by  Prayer. 

4  Thee  let  us  tafte  ;  nor  toil  below 

For  periftiable  Meat : 
The  Manna  of  thy  Love  beftow, 
Give  us  thy  Flefli  to  eat. 

5  Life  of  the  World,  our  Souls  to  feed 

Thyfelf  defcend  from  high  ! 
Grant  us  of  Thee  the  Living  Bread 
To  eat,  and  never  die ! 


150    HYMNS  a>:d  SACRED  POMES. 


At  MEALS. 

A  T  H  E  R,  our  Eyes  we  lift,  to  Thee, 

And  tafte  our  daily  Bread : 
'Tis  now  Thine  Open  Hand  we  fee, 
And  on  thy  Bounty  feed. 

2  'Tis  now  the  meaner  Creatures  join 

Richly  thy  Grace  to  prove  ; 
Fulfil  thy  primitive  Defign, 
Enjoy'd  by  thankful  Love. 

3  Still,  while  our  Mouths  are  fili'd  with  Good, 

Our  Souls  to  Thee  we  raife ; 
Our  Souls  partake  of  nobler  Food, 
And  banquet  on  thy  Praife. 

4  Yet  higher  ftill  our  fartheft  Aim ; 

To  mingle  with  the  Bleft, 
T'attend  the  Marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
And  Heaven's  Eternal  Feaft. 


GRACE  after  MEAT. 

LEST  be  the  GOD,  whofe  tender  Care 

Prevents  his  Children's  Cry, 
Whofe  Pity  providently  near 
Doth  all  our  Wants  fupply. 

2  Bleft  be  the  GOD,  whofe  Bounteous  Store 

Thefe  chearing  Gifts  imparts  ; 
Who  veils  in  Bread,  the  fecret  Power 
That  feeds  and  glads  our  Hearts. 

3  Fountain  of  Bleffings,  Source  of  Good, 

To  Thee  this  Strength  we  owe, 
Thou  art  the  Virtue  of  our  Food, 
Life  of  our  Life  below.  When 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMJ.    ijr 

4  When  mall  our  Souls  regain  the  Skies, 

Thy  Heav'nly  Sweetnefs  prove  ; 
Where  Joys  in  all  their  Fulnefs  rife, 
And  all  our  Food  is  Love  I 


ANOTHE  R. 

1  T7OUNTAIN  of  all  the  Good  we  fee 
JC      Streaming  from  Heav'n  above, 
Saviour,  our  Faith  we  aft  on  Thee, 

And  exercife  our  Love. 

2  'Tis  not  the  Outward  Food  we  eat 

Doth  this  new  Strength  afford, 
'Tis  Thou,  whofe  Prefence  makes  it  Meat, 
Thou  the  Life-giving  Word. 

3  Man  doth  not  live  by  Bread  alone : 

Whatever  Thou  wilt  can  feed ; 
Thy  Power  converts  the  Bread  to  Stone, 
And  turns  the  Stone  to  Bread. 

4  Thou  art  our  Food :  We  tafle  Thee  now, 

In  Thee  we  move  and  breath, 
Our  Bodies  only  Life  art  Thou, 
And  all  befides  is  Death ! 


JOHN  xvi.  24. 

and  ye  fiall  receive,  that  your 
Joy  may  be  full. 

\   T>   I S  E  my  Soul,  with  Ardor  rife, 
AV  Breathe  thy  Wifiies  to  the  Skies ; 
Freely  pour  out  all  thy  Mind, 
Seek,  and  Thou  art  fure  to  find ; 

O  Ready 


152     HYMNS  and  SACRED 

Ready  art  Thou  to  receive  ? 
Readier  is  thy  G  O  D  to  give. 

2  Heavenly  Father,  LORD  of  all, 

Hear,  and  fhew  Thou  hear'fi  my  Call ; 
Let  my  Cries  thy  Throne  afliiil 
Entering  Now  within  the  Veil : 
Give  the  Benefits  I  claim : 
LORD,  I  afk  in  JESU'S  Name .' 

3  Friend  of  Sinners,  King  of  Saints, 
Anfwer  my  minuteft  Wants, 

All  my  largeft  Thoughts  require, 
Grant  me  all  my  Hearts  Defire, 
Give  me,  'till  my  Cup  run  o'er, 
All,  and  infinitely  more. 

4  Meek  and  lowly  be  my  Mind, 
Pure  my  Heart,  my  Will  refign'd : 
Keep  me  dead  to  all  below, 
Only  CHRIST  refolv'd  to  know, 
Firm,  and  difengag'd,  and  free, 
Seeking  all  my  Biiis  in  Thee. 

5  Suffer  me  no  more  to  grieve, 
Wanting  what  Thou  long'ft  to  give, 
Shew  me  all  thy  Goo'dnefs,  LORD, 
Beaming  from  th'Incarnate  Word, 
CHRIST,  in  whom  thy  Glories  mine, 
Efflux  of  the  Light  Divine. 

6.  Since  the' Son  hath  rrade  me  free,, 
Let  me  tafte  my  Liberty, 
Thee  behold  with  open  Face, 
Triumph  in  thy  Saving  Grace, 
Thy  great  Will  delight  to  prove, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  Love. 


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7  Since  the  Son  hath  bought  my  Peace, 
Mine  I  fee,  whate'er  is  His ; 

Mine  the  Comforter  I  fee, 
CHRIST  is  full  of  Grace  for  me : 
Mine  (the  Purchafe  of  his  Blood) 
All  the  Plenitude  of  G  O  D. 

8  Abba,  Father !  hear  thy  Child 
Late  in  JESUS  reconciTd! 
Hear,  and  all  the  Graces  mower, 
All  the  Joy,  and  Peace,  and  Power, 
All  my  SAVIOUR  afks  above, 

All  the  Life  of  Heaven  of  Love. 

9  LORD,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  THE  BLESSING  Thou  beftow: 
Hear  my  Advocate  Divine ; 

Lo  !  to  His  my  Suit  I  join  : 
Join'd  to  His  it  cannot  fail— • 
Blefs  me,  for  I  Will  prevail ! 

10  Stoop  from  thine  Eternal  Throne, 
See,  thy  Promife  calls  Thee  down  ! 
High  and  lofty  as  Thou  art, 
Dwell  within  my  worthlefs  Heart  f 
My  poor  fainting  Soul  revive ; 
Here  for  ever  walk  and  live. 

1 1  Heavenly  Adam,  Life  Divine, 
Change  my  Nature  into  Thine : 
Move,  and  fpread  throughout  my  Soul, 
Actuate  and  fill  the  whole : 

Be  it  I  no  longer  now 

Living  in  the  Flem,  but  Thou. 


O  2  12  HOLY 


154  HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

12   HOLY  GHOST,  no  more  delay, 
Come,  and  in  thy  Temple  flay ; 
Now  thine  Inward  Witnefs  bear 
Strong,  and  permanent,  and  clear  ; 
Spring  of  Life,  Thy  felf  impart, 
Rife  Eternal  in  my  Heart ! 


PART 


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PART 


THE 


THIRD. 


The  PREFACE. 

Y  Grace,  faith  Sf.  Paul,  ye  are  faved 
thro"1  Faith.  And  it  is  indeed  a  great 
Saltation,  which  they  have  received, 
who  truly  believe  on  the  Name  of  the 
Son  of  GO  D.  It  is  fuch  as  Eye  hath  not  feen, 
nor  Ear  heard,  neither  hath  it  entered  into  the  Heart 
of  Man  to  conceive,  until  GOD  hath  rweafd  it 
by  his  Spirit,  which  alone  fheweth'  thefe  Deep 
GOD. 


2.  Of  this  Salvation  the  Prophets  enquired  dili- 
gently, fearching  what  Manner  of  Time  the  Spirit 
which  ^was  in  them  didjignify,  'when  it  teftified  be- 

fore-hand the  Sufferings  of  CHRIST,  and  the  Glory 
that  Jhculd  follow  ;  even  that  Glorious  Liberty 
from  the  Bondage  of  Corruption,  which  fhould 
then  be  given  to  the  Children  of  GOD.  Much 
more  doth  it  behove  us,  diligently  to  enquire  after 
this  Prize  of  our  high  Calling,  and  earneftly  /* 
hops  for  the  Grace  which  is  brought  unto  us  by  tlje 
Revelation  of  JESUS  CHRIST. 

3.  Some  faint  Defcription  of  this  Gracious  Gift 
of  G  O  D,  is  attempted  in  a  few  of  the  following 
Verfes.     But  the  greater  Part  of  them  relate  to 
the  Way,  rather  than  the  End  ;   either  mewing 
(fo  far  as  has  fallen  under  our  Obfervation)  the 
Succeffive  Conquefts  of  Grace,   and  the  gradual 
Procefs  of  the  Work  of  GOD  in  the  Soul;  or 
pointing  out  the  Chief  Hindrances  in  the  Way, 
at  which  many  have  Humbled  and  fallen. 

4.  This  great  Gift  of  GOD,  the  Salvation  of 
••ur  Souls,  which  is  begun  on  Earth,  but  perfect- 

A  ed 


The  PREFACE. 

€<1  in  Heaven,  is  no  other  than  the  Image  of 
GOD  frefh  ftamp'd  upon  our  Hearts.  It  is,  a 
Renewal  in  the  Spirit  of  our  Minds  after  the  Like- 
nefs  of  him  that  created  us.  It  is  a  Salvation  from 
Sin,  and  Doubt,  and  Fear  :  From  Fear  ;  for  being 
juftifed  freely  they  nvbo  believe  have  Peace  with 
GOD,  thro"1  JESUS  CHRIST  our  LORD,  -and  re- 
joice in  Hope  of  the  Glory  of  GO  D  :  From  Doubt  ; 
for  the  Spirit  of  GOD  beareth  witnefs  with  their 
Spirit,  that  they  are  the  Children  of  GO  D:  Ard 
from  Sin  ;  for  being  now  made  free  from  Sin,  they 
become  the  Servant  ls  of  Right  eoufneft. 


5.  G  O  D  hath  »DIV  laid  the  Axe  to  the  Root  of 
•the  Tree,  purifying  their  Hearts  by  FA  i  T  H,  and 
tleanfing  all  the  Thoughts  of  their  Hearts,  by  the 
Jnfpiration  of  his  Holy  Spirit  .  Having  this  Hope, 
that  they  mall  foon  fee  G  O  D  as  he  is,  they  pu- 
rify tbemfel'ves  even  as  he  is  Pure  :  And  are  holy  as 
he  <which  hath  called  them  is  Holy  in  all  Manner  of 
Converfatio*.  Not  that  they  have  already  at- 
tained all  they  mall  attain,  either  are  already  (in 
this  Senfe)  perfefl.  But  they  daily  go  on  from 
Strength  to  Strength  :  Beholding  now  as  in  a  Glafs 
the  Glory  of  the  LORD,  they  are  changed  into  the 
fame  Image,  from  Glory  to  Glory,  as  by  the  Spirit 
LORD. 


6  And  where  tie  Spirit  of  the  LORD  is,  there 
is  Liberty  ;  fuch  Liberty  from  the  Law  of  Sin  and 
Death,  as  the  Children  of  this  World  rx-;7/  not 
Relieve,  tho"*  a  Man  declare  it  unto  them.  The  Son 
hath  made  them  free,  and  they  are  free  indeed:  In- 
fomuch  that  St.  John  lays  it  down,  as  a  firft  Prin- 
ciple among  true  Believers,  We  know  that  who- 
fve<veris  born  of  GOD  Jtnneth  not:  But  he  that 
is  legotfen  of  GOD,  keepetb  himfelf,  -and  that 
one  touchetb  hint  not.  And  again,  Who- 
abidetbinbimfa  CHHisr)Jifinetb  not.  And 


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yet  again,  Whofoe*ver  is  born  of  G  O  Dt  doth  not 
commit  Sin.  For  bis  Seed  remaineth  in  him,  and 
be  cannot  Jin,  becaufe  he  is  born  of  GO D. 

7.  The  Son  hath  made  them  free,  who  are 
f bus  born  of  GOD,  from  that  great  Root  of  Sin 
and  Bitternefs,  PRIDE.  They  feel,  that  all  their 
Sufficiency  is  of  GOD  ;  that  it  is  he  alone  who  is  in  all 
their  Thoughts,  and  ivorketh  in  them  both  to  will 
and  to  do,  of  his  good  Pleafure.  They  feel,  that 
//  is  not  they  who  /peak,  but  the  Spirit  of  their  Fa- 
ther ^which  fpeaketh  in  them';  and  that  whatfoever 
is  done  by  their  Hands,  -the  Father  which  is  with 
them,  he  doth  the  Works.  So  that  GOD  is  to 
them  all  in  all,  and  they  are  as  nothing  in  his 
Sight.  They  are  freed  from  Self- Will ;  as  de- 
firing  nothing,  no,  not  for  one  Moment  (for  per- 
fect Lore  caiteth  out  all  Defire)  but  the  Holy  and 
Perfeft  Will  of  GO  D :  Not  Supplies  in  Want ; 
not  Eafe  in  Pain';  not  Life  or  Death,  or  any 
Creature  ;  but  continually  crying  in  their  inmolt 
Soul,  "Father,  thy  Will  be  done."  They  are 
freed  from  Evil  Thoughts,  fo  that  they  cannot 
enter  into  them  ;  no  not  for  one  Inftant.  Afore- 
time, when  an  Evil  Thought  came  in,  they  look- 
ed up,  and  it  vanifh'd  away.  But  now  it  does 
not  come  in ;  there  being  no  Room  for  this,  in 
a  Soul  which  is  full  of  G  O  D.  They  are  freed 
from  Wandrings  in  Prayer.  Whenfoever  they 
pour  out  their  Hearts,  in  a  more  immediate  Man- 
ner before  GOD,  they  have  no  Thought  of  any 
Thing  part,  or  abfent,  or  to  come,  but  of  G  O  D 
alone ;  to  whom  their  whole  Souls  flow  in  one 
even  Stream,  and  in  whom  they  are  fwallowed 
up.  In  Times  pail,  they  had  wandring  Thoughts 
darted  in ;  which  yet  fled  away  like  Smoke.  But 
now  that  Smoke  does  not  ?ife  at  all,  but  they 
continually  fee  Him  which  is  invifible.  They  are 
cfreed  from  all  Darknefs,  having  no  Fear,  no  Doubt, 

•  either 


The  PREFACE. 

cither  as  to  their  State  in  general;  or  as  to  any 
particular  Aftion  :  For  their  Eye  being  Jingle, 
their  -whole  Body  is  full  of  Light.  Whatsoever  is 
needful,  they  are  taught  of  GOD.  They  have 
an  Unffion  from  the  Holy  One,  which  abideth  in 
them,  and  teacheth  them  every  Hour,  what  the}7 
fliall  do,  and  what  they  (hall  fpeak.  Nor  have 
they  therefore  any  Need  to  reafon  concerning  it ; 
for  they  fee  the  Way  ftraight  before  them.  The 
Lamb  is  their  Light,  and  they  fimply  follow  Him, 
whitherfoever  He  goeth.  Hence  alfo  they  are, 
in  one  Senfe,  freed  from  Temptations  ;  for  tho' 
numberlefs  Temptations  fly  about  them,  yet  they 
wound  them  not,  they  trouble  them  not,  they 
have  no  Place  in  them.  At  all  Times  their  Soul 
is  even  and  calm :  Their  Heart  is  ftedfaft  and  un- 
moveable  ;  their  Peace  flowing  as  a  River,  paf- 
feth  all  Underjlanding,  and  they  rejoice  with  Joy 
unfpeakable,  and  full  of  Glory.  For  they  zxz  feal  d 
by  the  Spirit  unto  the  Day  of  Redemption ;  having 
the  Witnefs  in  themfelves,  That  there  is  laid  up 
for  then  a  Crotun  of  Right eoufnefs,  ivhich  the  LORD 
Jhall give  them  in  that  Day:  And  being  fully  per- 
fuaded  thro'  the  Holy  Ghoft,  that  neither  Death 
nor  Life,  nor  Things  prefent,  nor  Things  to  come, 
nor  Heighth,  nor  Depth,  nor  any  other  Creature, 
/hall  be  able  tofeparate  them  from  the  Love  of  GOD, 
•which  is  in  CHRIST  JESUS,  their  LORD. 

8.  Not  that  every  one  is  a  Q:ild  of  the  Devzl, 
(as  fome  have  rafhly  aflerted,  who  know  not  what 
they  fpeak,  nor  whereof  they  affirm)  'till  he  is,  in 
this  full  Senfe,  Born  of  GOD.  On  the  contrary, 
whofoever  he  be,  who  hath  a  fure  Truft  and  Con- 
fidence in  GOD,  that  thro'  the  Merits  of  CHRIST 
his  Sins  are  forgiven,  and  he  reconciled  to  the  Fa- 
vour of  GO D  ;  he  is  a  Child  of  GOD,  and  if 
he  abide  in  Him,  an  Heir  of  ail  the  Great  and 
Precious  Promifes.  Neither  ought  he  in  any  wife 

to 


The  PREFACE. 

to  toft  away  his  Confidence,  or  to  deny  the  Faith 
he  hath  received,  becaufe  it  is  Weak,  becaufe 
hitherto  it  is  only  as  a  Grain  of  MuJtard-Seed',  or 
becaufe  it  is  tried  with  Fire,  fo  that  his  Soul  is  in 
Heavinefs,  through  Manifold  Temptations.  For 
tho'  the  Heir,  as  long  as  he  is  a  Child,  dijferetb 
nothing  from  a  Servant,  yet  is  he  Lord  of  all. 
GOD  doth  not  defptfe  the  Day  of  f matt  Things ; 
the  Day  of  Fears,  and  Doubts,  and  Clouds,  and 
Darknefs :  But  if  there  be  fir  ft  a  willing  Mind, 
preffing  toward  the  Mark  of  the  Prize  of  our  High 
Calling,  it  is  accepted  (for  the  prefent)  according  to 
•what  a  Man  hath,  and  not  according  to  ivhat  he 
hath  not. 

9.  Neither  therefore  dare  we  affirm  (as  fome 
have  done)  that  this  full  Salvation  is  at  once  given 
to  True  Believers.     There  is  indeed  an  in  ft  ant  a- 
neous  (as  well  as  a  gradual]  Work  of  G  O  D  in  the 
Souls  of  his  Children :  And  there  wants  not,  we 
know,  a  Cloud  of  Witnefles,  who  have  received 
in  one  Moment,  either  a  clear  Seme  of  the  For- 
givenefs  of  their  Sins,  or  the  abiding  Witnefs  of 
the  Holy  Spirit.     But  we  do  not  know  a  {ingle 
Inftance,  in  any  Place,  of  a  Perfon's  receiving,  in 
one  and  the  fame  Moment,  Remifiion  of  Sins,  die 
abiding  Witnefs  of  the  Spirit,  and  a  New,  a  Clean 
Heart. 

10.  Indeed  how  GOD  may  work,  we  cannot 
telh  But   the  general  Manner  wherein  he  does 
work,  is  this.     Thofe  who  once  trufted  in  them- 
felves  that  they  were  Righteous,  who  were  Rich 
and  had  need  of  Nothing,  are,    by  the  Spirit   of 
<j  O  D  applying  his  Word,  convinc'd  that  they 
are  Poor  and  Naked.     All  the  Things  that  they 
have  done  are  brought  to  their  Remembrance,  and 
fet  in  Array  before  them;  fo  that  they  fee  the 
Wrath  of  G  O  D  hanging  over  their  Heads,  and 

fed 


The  PREFACE. 

feel  they  deferve  the  Damnation  of  Hell.  In 
their  Trouble  they  cry  unto  the  LORD,  and  he 
fiiews  He  hath  taken  away  their  Sins,  and  opens 
the  Kingdom  of  Heaven  in  their  Hearts,  even 
Righteoufnefs,  and  Peace,  and  Joy  in  the  Holy 
Ghoft.  Fear,  and  Sorrow,  and  Pain  are  fled 
away,  and  Sin  hath  no  more  Dominion  over  them. 
Knowing  they  are  juiiined  freely  through  Faith 
in  his  Blood,  they  have  Peace  with  GOD  thro' 
JESUS  CHRIST  ;  they  rejoice  in  Hope  of  the  Glory 
of  G  O  D  -,  and  the  Love  of  G  O  D  is  ihed  abroad 
in  their  Hearts. 

1 1 .  In  this  Peace  they  remain  for  Days,  or 
Weeks,  or  Months,  and  commonly  fuppofe  they 
mall  not  know  War  any  more,  till  fome  of  their  old 
Enemies,  their  Bofom  Sins,  or,  the  Sin  which  did 
molt  eafily  befet  them  (perhaps  Anger  or  Defire) 
aflkult  them  again,  and  thraH  fore  at  them,  that 
they  may  fall.  Then  arifes  Fear,  that  they  mail 
not  endure  to  the  End,  and  often  Doubt,  whether 
GOD  has  not  forgotten  them,  or  whether  they 
did  not  deceive  themfelves,  in  thinking  their  Sins 
were  forgiven,  and  that  they  were  Children  of 
GOD?  Under  thefe  Clouds,  efpecially  if  they 
reafon  with  the  Devil,  or  are  received  to  Doubt- 
ful Difputations,  they  go  mourning  all  the  Daj 
long,  even  as  a  Father  mourneth  for  his  only  Son 
whom  he  loveth.  But  it  is  feldom  long  before 
their  LORD  aniwers  for  himfelf,  fending  them  the 
Holy  Ghoft,  to  comfort  them,  to  bear  Witnefs 
continually  with  their  Spirit,  that  they  are  the 
Children  of  G  O  D.  And  then  they  are  indeed 
meek,  and  gentle  and  teachable,  even  as  little 
Children.  Their  Stony  Heart  was  broken  in 
Pieces,  before  they  received  Remiflion  of  Sins  • 
Yet  it  continued  hard  ;  but  now  it  is  melted  down, 
it  is  foft,  tender,  and  fufceptible  of  any  Imprefiion. 
And  now  firil  do  they  fee  the  Ground  of  their 

Heart; 


The  PREFACE. 

Heart ;  which  GOD  would  not  before  difclofe 
unto  them,  left  the  Flelh  Ihould  fail  before  him, 
and  the  Spirit  which  he  had  made.     Now  they 
fee  all  the  hidden  Abominations  chere ;  the  Depths 
of  Pride,  and  Self,   and  Hell:    Yet  having  the 
Witnefs  in  themfelves,  "  Thou  art  an  Heir  of 
"  GOD,  a  Joint  Heir  with  CHRIST  ;  Thou  malt 
"  inherit  the  New  Heavens  and  the  New  Earth, 
"  wherein  dwelleth  Righteoufnefs ;"  Their  Spirit 
rejoiceth  in  GOD  their  SAVIOUR,  even  in  the 
midft  of  this  fiery  Trial,  which  continually  heigh- 
tens both  the  ftrong  Senfe  they  then  have  of  their 
Inability  to  help  themfelves,  and  the  inexpreffible 
Hunger  they  feel  after  a  full  Renewal  in  his  Image, 
in  Righteoufnefs,  and  all  true  Holinefs.  Then  GOD 
is  mindful  of  the  Defire  of  them  that  fear  him : 
He  remembers  his  Holy  Covenant,  and  he  giveth 
them  a  fmgle  Eye  and  a  clean  Heart.     He  ftamps 
upon  them  his  own  Image  and  Superfcription :  He 
createth  them  anew  in  CHRIST  JESUS  :  He  co- 
me th   unto  them  with  his  Son  and  his  Blefled 
Spirit,  and  fixing  his  Abode  in  their  Souls,  bring- 
eth  them  into  the  Reft  which  remaineth  for  tht 
Peef/eo/GOD. 


HYMNS 


HYMNS  ##</ SACRED   POEMS. 


Y  M  N  S 


SACRED  POEMS. 


PART  III. 


Tke  Fifty  Fifth  Chapter  of 'Is AI  AH. 

!  Every  one  that  thirfts,  draw  nigh ; 

IT"       f~*   /~\T\    •  •  1  <-   n  T» 

^  invites  the  fallen  Race) 

Mercy  and  free  Salvation  buy  ; 
Buy  Wine,  and  Milk,  and  Gofpel 

2  Come  to  the  Living  Waters,  come  ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  Call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  Wanderers,  home, 
And  find  my  Grace  is  free  for  All. 

3  See,  from  the  Rock  a  Fountain  rife ' 

For  you  in  healing  Streams  it  rolls: 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  Price, 
Yelab'ring,  burthen'd,  Sin-fick  Souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  mail  give ; 

Leave  all  you  have  and  Are  behind, 
Frankly  the  Gift  of  GOD  receive, 
Pardon,  and  Peace  in  JESUS  find. 

P  5  Why 


166    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

5  Why  feek  ye  That  which  is  not  Bread, 

Nor  can  your  hungry  Souls  fuilain  ? 
On  Afhes,  Hulks,  and  Air  ye  feed, 
Ye  fpend  your  little  All  in  vain. 

6  In  Search  of  empty  Joys  below, 

Ye  toil  with  unavailing  Strife  : 
Whither,  ah  whither  would  you  go  r 
I  have  the  Words  of  Endlefs  Life. 

7  Hearken  to  me  with  earneft  Care, 

And  freely  eat  fubftantial  Food ; 
The  Sweetnefs  of  my  Mercy  (hare, 
And  talle  that  I  alone  am  Good. 

8  I  bid  you  all  my  Goodnefs  prove, 

My  Promifes  for  All  are  free  : 
Come  tafte  the  Manna  of  my  Love, 
And  let  your  Soul  delight  in  Me. 

o.  Your  willing  Ear  and  Heart  incline, 

My  Words  believingly  receive ; 
Quicken'd  your  Soul,  by  Faith  divine, 
An  Everlafting  Life  mail  live. 

10  You  for  my  own  I  then  mail  take, 

Shall  furely  Seal  you  for  my  own, 
My  Covenant  of  Mercy  make, 
And  'ftablifh  it  in  Davitfs  Son. 

1 1  A  Faithful  Witnefs  of  my  Grace, 

Him  have  I  to  the  People  given, 
To  teach  a  finful  World  my  Ways, 

And  lead,  and  train  them  up  for  Heaven. 

12  Son  of  my  Love,  behold,  to  Thee 

From  all  Eternity  I  give 
Sinners  who  to  thy  Wounds  will  flee  4 
The  Soul  that  chufeth  Life  fhall  live. 

13  Nations 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.    i'6j 

1 3  Nations,  whbm  once  Thou  di'dfl  not  own, 

Thou  Thine  Inheritance  fhalt  call ; 
Nations  who  knew  not  Thee  mall  run, 
And  hail  the  GOD  that  died  for  All. 

14  For  I,  the  Holy  GOD,  and  True, 

To  glorify  thy  Name  have  fworn :  , 

And  lo  !  my  Faithfulnefs  I  mew ; 
And  lo  !  to  Thee  the  Gentiles  turn. 

1 5  Seek  ye  the  LORD  with  timely  Care, 

Ye  Servants  of  uncancel'd  Sin, 
While  all  that  feek  may  find  Him  near 
With  open  Arms  to  take  them  in. 

1 6  His  Evil  let  the  Sinner  leave, 

In  Bitternefs  of  Spirit  mourn, 
Death's  Sentence  in  himfelf  receive, 
And  to  a  gracious  GOD  return. 

1 7  Surely  our  GOD  will  bid  him  live, 

Will  with  the  Arms  of  Love  embrace  j 
Freely,  abundantly  forgive, 

And  mew  him  all  his  Depths  of  Grace. 

1 8  For  thus  the  mighty  GOD  hath  faid, 

My  Ways,  and  Thoughts  ye  cannot  fcan  ; 
Ye  cannot,  whom  my  Hands  have  made, 
Your  Infinite  Creator  fpan. 

19  Me  will  ye  mete  with  Reafon's  Line  ? 

Or  teach'  my  Grace  how  far  to  move  ? 
Fathom  my  Mercy's  deep  Defign, 
MyHeighth,  and  Breadth,  and  Length  of  Love ! 

20  Far  as  the  Heavens  that  Earth  furpafs, 

Far  as  my  Throne  thofe  nether  Skies, 
My  Ways  of  Love,  and  Thoughts  of  Grace 
Beyond  your  low  Conceptions  rife. 

P  2  21  For 


i6$  HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

21  For  as  the  Snow  from  Heaven  comes  down, 

The  firft  and  latter  Rains  diftill, 
The  Earth  with  Fruitfulnefs  to  crown, 
Man's  Heart  with  Food  and  Joy  to  fill : 

22  As  no  Return  the  Shower  can  know, 

But  falls  a  thinly  Land  to  chear, 
But  executes  its  Charge  below, 

While  Plenty  decks  the  fouling  Year:   • 

23  So  mall  the  Word  my  Lips  have  fpoke, 

Accompliih  that  which  I  ordain  j 
My  Word  I  never  will  revoke ; 

My  Word  is  not  gone  forth  in  vain. 

24  In  My  Redeeming  Work  employ 'd, 

And  fent  my  Pleafure  to  fulfil, 
Vain  it  mall  not  return,  and  void, 
But  profper,  and  perform  my  Will. 

25  With  Me  is  plenteous  Mercy  found, 

Redemption  free  for  All  to  know ; 
And  where  your  Sin  doth  moft  abound, 
My  more  abundant  Grace  mail  flow. 

26  From  Guilt  and  Pain  ye  mail  be  freed, 

From  the  black  Dungeon  of  Delpair, 
Into  my  Heavenly  Kingdom  led, 
And  reap  Eternal  Pieafures  there. 

27  All  ye  that  in  my  Word  believe, 

Shall  fee  my  Love  in  JESU'S  Face ; 

The  Peace  and  Joy  of  FAITH  receive, 

And  triumph  in  My  Saving  Grace. 

-28  The  Trees  fhall  clap  their  Hands  and  fing, 
Mountains  and  Hills  their  Voices  raife  ; 
•All  the  new  Heavens  and  Earth  mail  ring 
With  JESUS  their  Creator' s  Praife. 

29  Where 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

29  Where  Thorns  deform'd  the  barren  Ground, 

Where  noifome  Weeds  the  Soul  o'erlpread, 
There  mall  the  Fruits  of  Grace  abound, 
And  Second  Nature  lift  her  Head. 

30  The  Trees  of  GOD  fhall  deck  the  Soil, 

The  Plants  of  Righteoufnefs  arife ; 
The  LORD  (hall  on  his  Garden  fmile, 
His  late-returning  Paradife. 

31  The  Earth,  in  Token  of  his  Grace, 

Shall  ipread  the  Odour  of  his  Fame, 
And  everlafting  Trophies  raife, 
To  glorify  the  SAVIOUR'S  Name. 


The  Eleventh  Chapter  of  St.  PAUL'* 
Epiftle  to  the  HEBREWS: 

OR,     THE 

LIFE   of  FAITH  Exemplified. 

VERSE    i. 

1  \  UTHORofFAiTK,  Eternal  Word, 
jtV.     Whofe  Spirit  breaths  the  Active  Flame, 
FAITH,  like  its  Finimer  and  LORD, 

To-day,  as  Yefterday  the  fame ; 

2  To  Thee  our  humble  Hearts  afpire, 

And  afic  th  j  Gift  unfpeakable : 
Jncreafe  in  us  the  kindled  Fire, 
In  us  the  Work  of  FAITH  fulfil. 

3  By  FAITH  we  know  Thee  flrong  to  fave^ 

(Save  us,  a  Prefect  Saviour  Thou  !) 
Wliate'er  \ve  hope,  by  FAITH  we  Have, 
Future  and  pail  fubfuling  Now. 

P  3  4  To 


170    HYM-NS  emit  SACRETJ  POEMS. 

4  To  Him  that  in  thy  Name  believes, 

Eternal  Life  with  Thee  is  given, 
Into  Himfelf  He  all  receives, 

.Pardon,  and  Happinefs,  and  Heaven. 

:5  The  Things  unknown  to  feeble  Senfe, 

Unfeen  by  Reafon's  glimm'ring  Ray, 
With  ftrong,  commanding  Evidence 
Their  Heavenly  Origine  difplay. 

';6  .FAITH  lends  its  Realizing  Light, 

The  Clouds  difperfe,  the  Shadows  fly, 
Th'Invifible  appears  in  Sight, 
-And  G  O  D  is  feen  by  Mortal  Eye. 

VERSES  ii,  iii. 

1  Uy  FAITH  the  Holy  Men  of  old 

Ob  tain 'd  a  never-dying  Name, 
'The  facred  Leaves  their  Praife  unfold, 
And  GOD  Himfelf  records  their  Fame. 

32  Thro'  FAITH  we  know  the  Worlds  were  made, 

By  his  great  Word  to  Being  brought : 
iHe  fpake :  The  Earth  and  Heaven  obey'd  ; 
T-he  Univerfe  fprang  forth  from. Nought. 

5  'The  "Heavens  thy  glorious  Power  proclaim, 

If  Thou  in  us  thy  Power  declare  ; 
We  know  from  whom  the  Fabrick  came, 
'Our -Heart- believes,  when  G  O  D  is  there. 

/4'Thee  thro'  Thyfelf  we  underftand, 

When  Thou  in  us  Thyfelf  haft  mown, 
We  fee  Thine  All  creating  Hand, 

GOD  thro'  FAITH  alone. 


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VERSE   iv. 

1  Believing  in  the  Woman's  Seed, 

And  jollified  by  FAITH  alone, 
Abel  a  nobler  Offering  made, 

And  GOD  vouchfaf  'd  his  Gifts  to  own. 

2  Witnefs  Divine  he  thus  obtained, 

The  Gift  of  Righteoufnefs  receiv'd  ; 
And  now  he  wears  the  Crown  he  gain'd, 
And  fees  the  CHRIST  he  once  believ'd. 

3  Still  by  his  Faith  he  fpeaks  tho1  dead, 

He  calls  us  to  the  Living  Way : 

We  hear ;  and  in  his  Footfteps  tread : 

We_/fr/?  believe,  and  then  obey. 

VERSES  v,  vi. 

I  Exempted  from  the  General  Doom, 

The  Death  which  All  are  born  to  kno\^ 
Enoch  obtain'd  his  Heavenly  Home 
By  FAITH,  and  difappear'd  below. 

.2  From  Earth  unpainfully  releas'd, 

Tranflated  to  the  Realms  of  Light, 
He  found  the  GOD  by  FAITH  he  pleas'd, 
His  FAITH  was  fweetly  loft  in  Sight. 

_2  GOD,  without  FAITH,  we  cannot  pleafe: 

For  all,  who  unto  GOD  would  come, 
Muft  feelingly  believe  He  Is, 

And  gives  to  all  their  righteous  Doom. 

4  We  feelingly  believe  Thou  art : 

Behold  we  ever  feek  Thee,  LORD, 
With  all  our  Mind,  with  all  our  Heart, 
And  .find  Thee  now  our  Great  Reward. 

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VERSE   vii. 

1  Divinely  warn'd  of  Judgments  near, 

Noah  believ'd  a  threatning  GOD, 
With  humble  FAITH,  and  holy  Fear 
He  bulk  the  Ark,  and  'fcap'd  the  Flood. 

2  He  (while  the  World  that  difbeliev'd, 

The  carelefs  World  of  Sinners  died,) 
The  Righteoufnefs  of  FAITH  receiv'd: 
Noah  by  FAITH  was  juftined. 

3  We  too  by  FAITH  the  World  condemn, 

Of  Righteoufiiefs  Divine  pofleft, 
Efcape  the  Wrath  that  covers  Them, 
Safe}  in  the  Ark  of  JESUS'S  Breaft. 

V  s  R  s  E  s  viii,  ix,  x. 

i  Obedient  to  his  GO  D's  Command, 

And  influenc'd  by  FAITH  alone, 
Abraham  left  his  native  Land, 

Went  out,  and  fought  a  Place  unknown. 

z  A  Place  he  mould  poffefs  at  laft, 

When  full  Four  hundred  Years  were  o'er: 
Upon  the  Word  himfelf  he  caft, 

He  follow'd  GOD,  and  aflc'd  no  more. 

3  As  in  a  ftrange,  tho'  promis'd,  Land, 

(A  Land  his  diftant  Heirs  receiv'd,) 
He,  and  his  Sons  in  Tents  remain' d  ; 
He  knew  in  whom  he  had  believ'd. 

4  A  better  Heritage  he  fought, 

A  City  buih  by  G  O  D  on  high, 
Thither  he  rais'd  his  tow'ring  Thought, 
He  £x'd  on  Heaven  his  lledfaft  Eye. 

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5  Whofe  firm  Foundations  never  move, 

Jerufalem  was  all  his  Care, 
The  New  Jerufalem  above ; 

His  Treafure,  and  his  Heart  was  there. 

6  And  (hall  not  We  the  Call  obey, 

And  hafte  where  GOD  commands,  to  go  ? 
Defpife  thefe  Tenements  of  Clay, 
Thefe  Dreams  of  Happinefs  below  ? 

7  Yes,  LORD;  we  hearken  to  thy  Call, 

As  Sojourners  o'er  Earth  we  rove, 
We  have  for  Thee  forfaken  all, 

And  feek  the  Heaven  of  perfect  Love. 

VERSES  xi,  xii. 

1  By  FAITH  the  Handmaid  of  the  LORD, 

Sarah,  receiv'd  a  Power  unknown, 
She  judg'd  Him  faithful  to  his  Word; 
Barren  and  old  me  bore  a  Son. 

2  Nature  had  loft  its  Genial  Power, 

And  Abraham  was  old  in  vain  : 
Impoffibilities  are  o'er, 

If  FAITH  affent,  and  GOD  ordain. 

3  He  glorified  JEHOVAH 's  Name ; 

(GOD  fpake  the  Word,  it  muft  be  done) 
Father  of  Nations  he  became, 

And  Multitudes  fprang  forth  from  One. 

4  From  one  Old  Man  the  Race  did  rife, 

A  barren  Womb  the  Myriads  bore, 
Countlefs,  as  Stars  that  deck  the  Skies, 
As  Sands  that  crown  the  Ocean  Shore. 

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174   HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 
V  a  R  s  E  s  xiii,  xiv,  xv,  xvi; 

1  The  Worthies  Thefe  of  antient  Days, 

By  FAITH  they  lived,  in  FAITH  they  died : 
Not  yet  receiv'd  the  Promis'd  Grace, 
But  darkly  from  afar  defcry'd. 

2  Aflur'd  the  SAV  i  OUR  Jhould  appear 

And  confident  in  CHRIST  to  come, 
Him  they  embrac'd,  tho'  diftant,  near ; 
And  languifh'd  for  their  Heavenly  Home. 

3  Pilgrims  they  here  themfelves  confefs'd, 

Who  no  Abiding-place  muft  know, 
Strangers  on  Earth  they  could  not  reft, 
Or  find  their  Happinefs  below. 

4  Regardlefs  of  the  Things  behind, 

The  Earthly  Home  from  whence  they  came, 
A  better  Land  they  long'd  to  find, 
A  promis'd  Heaven  was  all  their  Aim. 

5  Their  FAITH  the  Gracious  Father  fees, 

And  kindly  for  his  Children  cares, 
He  condefcends  to  call  them  His, 

And  fuffers  them  to  call  Him  Theirs : 

6  For  them  his  Heaven  He  hath  prepared, 

His  New  Jerufalem  above ; 
And  LOVE  is  there  their  great  Reward, 
A  whole  Eternity  of  Love. 

VERSES  xvii,  xviii,  xix. 

I    Abraham,  when  feverely  tried, 

His  FAITH  by  his  Obedience  fhew'd, 
He  with  the  harfh  Command  complied, 
And  gave  his  Ifaac  back  to  GOD. 

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2  His  Son  the  Father  offer' d  up, 

Son  of  his  Age,  iiis  only  Son, 
Objeft  of  all  hh  Joy  a.id  Hope, 

And  lels  belov'd  than  GOD  alone. 

3  His  Seed  elect,  his  Heir  foretold, 

Of  whom  the  promis'd  «.    :  XL-,  •  Oiould  rife, 
He  could  not  from  his  G  O   ,  ..  itu-hold 
That  bcft,  that  coitlieil  Sacrifice. 

4.  The  Father  curb'd  his  fwelling  Grief, 

'Twas  GOD  requir'd,  it  muft  be  done; 
He  ftagger'd  not  uaro"  Unbelief, 
He  bar'd  his  Arm  to  ilay  hL>  Son. 

5  He  refted  in  JEHOVAH 's  Power, 

The  Word  muftftand  which  GOD  hath  faid, 
He  knew  th'Almighty  could  re.core, 
Could  raife  his  Ifaac  from  the  Dead. 

6  He  knew  in  whom  he  had  believ'd, 

And,  trufting  in  Omnipotence, 
His  Son  as  from  the  Dead  receiv'd, 

His  ftedfaft  FAITH  receiv'd  him  thence. 

7  O  for  a  FAITH  like  His,  that  We 

The  bright  Example  may  purfue, 
May  gladly  give  up  all  to  Thee, 
To  whom  our  more  than  all  is  due  \ 

8  Now,  LORD,  for  Thee  our  All  we  leave, 

Our  willing  Soul  thy  Call  obeys, 
Pleafure,  and  Wealth,  and  Fame  we  give, 
Freedom,  and  Life  to  win  thy  Grace. 

9  Is  there  a  Thing  than  Life  more  dear, 

A  Thing  from  which  we  cannot  part  ? 
We  Can  :  We  now  rejoice  to  tear 
The  Idol  from  our  bleeding  Heart. 

10  JESIT 


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10  JESU  accept  our  Sacrifice, 

All  Things  for  Thee  we  count  but  Lofs: 
Lo  !  at  thy  Word  our  Ifaac  dies, 
Dies  on  the  Altar  of  thy  Crofs. 

1 1  Now  to  Thyfelf  the  Viclim  take, 

Nature's  lall  Agony  is  o'er, 
Freely  thine  own  we  render  back, 
We  grieve  to  part  with  All  no  more. 

12  For  what  to  Thee,  O  LORD,  we  give, 

An  hundred  fold  we  here  obtain, 

And  foon  with  Thee  fhall  all  receive, 

And  Lofs  fhall-  be  Eternal  Gain. 

VERSES  xx,  xxi,  xxii. 

1  Ifaac  by  FAITH  declar'd  his  Race 

In  Jacob  and  in  Efau  bleft, 

The  Younger  by  peculiar  Grace 

A  nobler  Heritage  poffefs'd. 

2  By  FAITH  expiring  Jacob  knew 

Diflinguifh'd  Mercies  to  pronounce, 
His  Hands  found  out  the  happy  Two, 
And  blefs'd  his  fav'rite  Jofepb's  Sons. 

3  He  rais'd  himfelf  upon  the  Bed, 

Prop'd  on  a  Staff  he  own'd  his  LOR  D, 
The  Patriarch  bow'd  his  hoary  Head, 
His  Body  with  his  Soul  ador'd. 

4  Jofepb  by  FAITH  the  Flight  foretold 

Of  I/raers  afflided  Race  ; 
GOD  their  hard  Bondage  mould  behold, 
And  lead  them  to  the  Promis'd  Place. 


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5  Thither  he  Will'd  his  Bones  to  go, 

And  take  Pofleffion  in  their  Stead  ; 
His  Bones  the  Promis'd  Land  fhall  (hew, 
He  claims  his  Canaan,  tho'  dead. 

VERSES  xxiii,  xxiv,  xxv,  xxvi,  xxvii,  xxviii. 

1  Mofes  by  FAITH  from  Death  was  fav'd, 

While  heedlefs  of  the  Tyrant's  Will, 
His  Parents  in  their  GOD  believ'd, 
And  dar'd  the  lovely  Babe  conceal. 

2  .By  FAITH,  when  now  to  Manhood  grown, 

A  juft  Contempt  of  Earth  he  fhew'd, 
Refus'd  a  Prince's  Name  to  own, 

And  fought  but  to  be  great  in  G  O  D. 

3  In  vain  its  Pomps  Ambition  fpreads, 

Glory  in  vain  diiplays  her  Charms, 
A  brighter  Crown  its  Luflre  fheds, 
A  purer  Flame  his  Bofom  warms. 

4  Wifely  he  chofe  the  Better  Part. 

Suff  'rings  with  G  O  D's  Elect  to  mare, 
To  Pleafures  vain  he  fteel'd  his  Heart, 

No  Room  for  Them  when  G  O  D  is  there. 

5  Fleeting  he  deem'd  them  all,  and  vain, 

His  Heart  on  heavenly  Joys  beftow'd, 
Partaker  of  his  People's  Pain, 
Th'afflifted  People  of  his  G  O  D 


unfolds  her  Golden  Blaze, 
Yet  all  for  CHRIST  he  counts  but  Lofs  ; 
A  richer  Treafure  he  furveys, 
His  LORD'S  anticipated  Crofs. 

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178    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

7  He  triumph'd  in  Kis  glorious  Shame, 

On  Pleafure,  Fame,  and  Wealth  look'd  down, 
'Twas  Heaven  at  which  his  Wifhes  aim, 
Afpiring  to  a  Starry  Crown. 

8  By  FAITH  he  left  the  oppreffive  Land, 

And  fcorn'd  the  petty  Rage  of  Kings, 
Supported  by  J  E  H  OVA  H  's  Hand, 

And  fhadow'd  by  JEH  OVAH's  Wings. 

9  His  fteady  Way  he  ftill  purfu'd, 

Nor  Hopes  nor  Fears  retard  his  Pace, 
Th'INVlSIBLE  before  him  flood, 

And  FAITH  unveU'd  the  SAVIOUR'S  Face. 

10  By  FAITH  he  flew  the  Typick  Lamb, 

And  kept  the  Paffover  of  GOD : 
He  knew  from  whom  its  Virtue  came, 
The  Saving  Power  of  Sprinkled  Blood. 

1 1  With  all  the  Servants  of  his  LORD, 

He  (while  the  firft-born  Victims  died) 
Dar'd  the  Deftroying  Angel's  Sword, 

And,  arm'd  with  Blocd,  its  Point  defied ! 

VERSE  xxix. 

1  While  thro'  the  Sea  by  FAITH  they  pair, 

The  Sea  retir'd  at  G  O  D's  Command, 
The  Waves  (brink  back  with  trembling  Hafte, 
The  Waves  a  Chryftal  Barrier  ftand. 

2  Th' Egyptians  daring  to  purfue, 

With  Horror  found  a  wat'ry  Grave, 
Too  late  their  Want  of  FAITH  they  knew, 
And  funk  beneath  th'o'erwhelming  Wave. 


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VERSES  xxx,  xxxi,  xxxii,  xxxiii,  xrociv,  xxxv. 

1  By  FA  ITH,  while  1/raefs  Hoft  furrounds 

Proud  Jericho's  devoted  Walls, 
The  Ark  Hands  ftill,  the  Trumpet  founds, 
The  People  (bout,  the  City  falls! 

2  Rabab  by  FAITH  Deliverance  found, 

Nor  perifh'd  with  th'accurfed  Race : 
The  Harlot  for  her  FAITH  renovvn'd, 
Amongft  the  Worthies  takes  her  Place. 

3  Worthies,  who  all  recorded  ftand, 

And  mine  in  Everlafting  Lays ; 

And  juftly  now  mis;ht  Each  demand 

The  Tribute  of  diftinfter  Praife. 

4.  Gideon  and  Barak  claim  the  Song, 

And  David  good,  and  Samuel  wife, 
And  "Jephtha  bold,  and  Sampfon  ftrong, 
And  all  the  ancient  Prophets  rife  } 

5  The  Battles  of  the  LORD  they  fought 

Thro'  FAITH,  and  mighty  States  fubdu'd. 
And  Works  of  Righteoufnefs  they  wrought, 
And  prov'd  the  Faithfulnefs  of  GOD, 

6  They  ftop'd  the  Lion's  Mouths,  the  Rage 

Of  Fire  they  quench'd,  efcap'd  the  Sword, 
The  Weak  grew  ftrong,  and  bold  t'engage, 
And  chafe  the  Holts  that  dar'd  their  LORD. 

7  Women  their  quicken'd  Dead  receiv'd, 

Women  the  Heighth  of  FAITH  difplay'd,, 
With  ftedfafl  Confidence  believ'd, 

Belief d  their  Children  from  the  Dead. 

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180    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 
VERSES  xxxv,  xxxvi,  xxxvii. 

1  Others,  as  in  a  Furnace  try'd, 

With  Strength  of  paffive  Grace  endu'd, 
Tortures,  and  Deaths,  thro'  FAITH  defy 'd, 
Thro'  FAITH  refilled  unto  Blood. 

2  Earth  they  beheld  with  genVous  Scorn, 

On  all  its  proffer'd  Goods  iook'd  down, 
High  on  a  Fiery  Chariot  borne, 

They  loft  their  Life  to  keep  their  Crown. 

3  Secure  a  better  Life  to  find, 

The  Path  of  varied  Death  they  trod, 
Their  Souls  triumphantly  refign'd, 
And  died  into  the  Arms  of  GOD. 

4  The  Prelude  of  Contempt  they  found, 

A  Spectacle  to  Fiends  and  Men ; 
Cruelly  mock'd,  and  fcourg'd,  and  bound, 
'Till  Death  Ihut  up  the  Bloody  Scene. 

5  Orfton'd,  they  glorified  their  LORD, 

Or  joy'd,  afunder  fawn,  t'expire, 
Or  ruih'd  to  meet  the  flaught'ring  Sword, 
Or  triumph'd  in  the  tort'ring  Fire. 

VERSES  xxxvii,  xxxviii. 

1  Naked,  or  in  rough  Goatflcins  clad, 

In  ev'ry  Place  they  long  confefs'd 
The  G  Q  D,  for  whom  o'er  Earth  they  ftray'd 
Tormented,  deftitute,  diiirefs'd. 

2  Of  whom  the  World  unworthy  wa-, 

Whom  only  GOD  their  Maker  knew, 
The  World  they  punim'd  with  their  Lofs, 
The  Holy  Anchorites  withdrew. 


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3  Lone  unfrequented  Wilds  they  trod, 

O'er  Mountain-tops  the  Wanderers  ran, 
With  milder  Beafts  in  Dens  abode, 

And  fhun'd  the  Haunts  of  Savage  Man. 

VERSES  xxxix,  xl. 

1  Fam'd  for  their  FAITH  all  thefe  believ'd, 

By  Juftifying  Grace  made  whole : 
Nor  yet  the  promis'd  Grace  receiv'd, 
The  CHRIST,  the  Fulnefs  in  their  Soul. 

2  A  better  Gift  He  Us  provides,. 

On  whom  the  Gofpel-Times  are  come ; 
And  lo  !  the  Holy  Ghoft  abides 

In  us,  and  makes  our.  Hearts  his  Home. 

3  We  now  our  Elder  Brethren  meet, 

Their  FAITH,  and  Happinefs  improve, 
And  foon  with  Them  (hall  fliine  compleat 
In  CHRIST,  and  perfected  in  Love. 


Looking  unto  JESUS. 

EEGARDLESS  now  of  Things  below, 
JESUS,  to  Thee  my  Heart  afpires, 
Determin'd  Thee  alone  to  know, 

Author,  and  End  of  my  Defires: 
Fill  me  with  Righteoufnefs  Divine  » 
To  end,  as  to  begin,  is  Thine. 

2  What  is  a  worthlefs  Worm  to  Thee? 

What  is  in  Man  thy  Grace  to  move  ? 
That  ftill  Thou,  feekeft  thofe  who  flee 

The  Arms  of  thy  purfuing  Love  ? 
That  ftill  Thine  inmoft  Bowels  cry 
Why,  Sinner,  wilt  thou  periih,  why? 

Ah 


iSa    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

3  Ah  mew  me,  LORD,  my  Depth  of  Sin ! 

Ah,  LORD,  thy  Depth  of  Mercy  mew ! 
End,  JE.«US,  end  this  War  within : 

No  Reft  my  Spirit  e'er  fhall  know, 
'Till  Thou  thy  quickning  Influence  give: 
Breathe,  LORD,  and  thefe  dry  Bones  fhall  live. 

4  There,  there  before  the  Throne  Thou  art, 

The  Lamb  e'er  Earth's  Foundations  flain ! 
Take  Thou,  O  take  this  guilty  Heart; 

Thy  Blood  will  warn  out  every  Stain  : 
No  Crofs,  no  Sufferings  I  decline ; 
Only  let  all  my  Heart  be  Thine ! 


'G 


The  Same. 

O  D  of  Love,   incline  Thine  Ear ! 
CHRIST  my  King,  Hafte,  and  bring 
Thy  Salvation  near. 


2  Thee  my  reftlefs  Soul  requires; 

Reftlefs  'till  Thou  fulfil 
All  its  large  Defires. 

3  Only  Thou  to  me  be  given  ; 

Thou  be  mine,  I  refign 
All  in  Earth  or  Heaven. 

4  JESUS,  come,  my  Sicknefs  cure ; 

Shew  Thine  Art,  Cleanfe  an  Heart 
Full  of  Thoughts  impure. 

5  Painfully  it  now  afpires 

To  be  free,  Full  of  Thee, 
Full  of  hallow'd  Fires. 

6  Lo,  I  tread  on  Deaths  and  Snares, 

Sinking  ftill  Into  III, 
Plung'd  in  Griefs  and  Cares,  When, 


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7  When,  O  when  wilt  Thou  appear  ? 

O  draw  nigh  !  Say,  "  Tia  I ; 
And  I  will  not  fear. 

8  Haften,  haften  the  glad  Hour, 

Come  and  be  Unto  me 
Health,  and  Love,  and  Power. 

9  CHRIST  my  Life,  my  Inward  Heaven, 

Thro'  the  whole  Of  my  Soul 
Spread  thy  Little  Leaven. 

10  Make  me  to  the  End  endure  ; 

Let  me  feel  Love  the  Seal : 
Love  mall  make  it  fure. 

1 1  Love,  thine  Image  Love  reftore ; 

Let  me  love,  Hence  remove, 
And  be  feen  no  more. 


A  Morning  HYMN. 

1  /CHRIST,  whofe  Glory  fills  the  Skies, 
\^J     CHRIST,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Triumph  o'er  the  Shades  of  Night: 
Day-fpring  from  on  High,  be  near  : 
Day-ftar,  in  my  Heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  Chearlefs  is  the  Morn 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee, 
Joylefs  is  the  Day's  Return, 

Till  thy  Mercy's  Beams  I  fee ; 
Till  they  Inward  Light  impart, 
Glad  my  Eyes,  and  warm  my  Heart. 

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3  Vifit  then  this  Soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  Gloom  of  Sin  and  Grief, 

Fill  me,  Radiancy  Divine, 
Scatter  all  my  Unbelief, 

More  and  more  thyfelf  difplay, 

Shining  to  the  Perfed  Day. 


ANOTHER. 

1  T  E  S  U  S  the  all-reftoring  Word, 
J    My  fallen  Spirit's  Hope, 
After  thy  lovely  Likenefs,  LORD, 

O  when  mall  I  wake  up] 

2  Thou,  O  my  GOD,  Thou  only  art 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  : 
Quicken  my  Soul,  inftrud  my  Hear^ 
My  finking  Footfteps  flay. 

3  Of  all  Thou  haft  in  Earth  below 

In  Heaven  above  to  give, 
Give  me  thine  only  Self  to  know, 
In  Thee  to  walk,  and  Jive. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  Life  of  Love, 

In  myftick  Union  join 
Me  to  Thyfelf,  and  let  me  prove 
The  Fellowfhip  Divine. 

5  Open  the  Intercourfe  between 

My  longing  Soul  and  Thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
Thro'  all  Eternity. 

6  Grant  this,  O  LORD  ;  for  thou  haft  died 

That  I  might  be  forgiven, 
Thou  haft  THE  RIGHTEOUSNESS  fupplied, 
For  which  I  merit  Heaven, 


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An  Evening  HYMN. 

E  S  U  S,  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
Lover  of  loft  Mankind, 
Salvation  in  whofe  only  Name 
A  Sinful  World  can  find  : 

2  I  afk  thy  Grace  to  make  me  clean, 

I  come  to  Thee,  my  G  O  D  : 
Open,  O  LORD,  for  this  Day's  Sin 
The  Fountain  of  thy  Blood. 

3  Hither  my  fpotted  Soul  be  brought, 

And  every  idle  Word, 
And  every  Work,  and  every  Thoaght 
That  hath  not  pleas 'd  my  LORD. 

4  Hither  my  Aftions  righteous  deem'd 

By  Man,  and  counted  good, 
As  filthy  Rags  by  GOD  efteem'd, 
'Till  fprinkled  with  thy  Blood. 

5  No !  my  beft  Aftions  cannot  fave, 

But  Thou  muft  purge  ev'n  Them: 
And  (for  in  Thee  I  now  believe) 
My  worft  cannot  condemn. 

6  To  Thee  then,  O  vouchfafe  me  Power 

For  Pardon  ftill  to  flee, 
And  every  Day,  and  every  Hour 
To  waOi  myfelf  in  Thee. 


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To  the  Rev.  Mr.  WHITEFIELD. 

i   T3  RO  THER  in  CHRIST,  and  well-belov'd, 
JD     Attend,  and  add  thy  Pray'r  to  mine, 
As  Aaron  call'd,  and  inly  mo-ifd, 
To  minifter  in  Things  Divine ! 

y.  Faithful,  and  often  own'd  of  GOD, 

Veflel  of  Grace,  by  JESUS  us'd  ; 
Stir  up  the  Gift  on  thee  beftow'd, 

The  Gift,  thro'  Hallow V  Hands  transfused. 

3  Fully  thy  heavenly  Miffion  prove, 

And  make  thine  own  Election  fure  ; 

Rooted  in  FAITH,  and  Hope,  and  Love, 

Active  to  work,  and  firm  t'endure. 

4  Scorn  to  contend  with  Flefli  and  Blood, 

And  trample  on  fo  mean  a  Foe ; 
By  ftronger  Fiends  in  vain  withilood, 
Dauntlefs  to  nobler  Conquefts  go. 

5  Go  where  the  darkeft  Terapeft  low'rs, 

Thy  Foes,  triumphant  Wreftler,  foil ; 
Thrones,  Principalities,  and  Powers, 
Engage,  o'ercome,  and  take  the  Spoil. 

6  The  Weapons  of  thy  Warfare  take, 

With  Truth  and  Meeknefs  arm'd  ride  on  ; 
Mighty,  thro'  GOD,  Hell's  Kingdom  fhake, 
Satan's  ftrong  Holds,  thro'  GOD,  pull  down. 

7  Humble  each  vain  afpiring  Boaft, 

Intenfely  for  GOD's  Glory  burn ; 
Strongly  declare  the  Sinner  loft, 

SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS  o'ertum,  o'erturn. 

Tear 


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8  Tear  the  bright  Idol  from  his  Shrine, 
Nor  fuffer  mm  on  Earth  to  dwell; 
T'ufurp  the  Place  of  Blood  Divine, 
But  chafe  him  to  his  native  Hell. 

g  Be  all  into  Subjection  brought, 

The  Pride  of  Man  let  FAITH  abafe  ; 
And  captivate  his  every  Thought, 
And  force  him  to  befavdby  Grace. 


T'o  the  fame,  before  his  Voyage. 

1  Q  E  RVA  N  T  of  G  O  D,  the  Summons  hear, 
O     Thy  Matter  calls,  arife,  obey  ! 

The  Tokens  of  his  Will  appear, 
His  Providence  points  out  thy  Way. 

2  Lo !  we  commend  thee  to  his  Grace  ? 

In  Confidence  go  forth !  be  ftrong ! 
Thy  Meat  his  Will,  thy  Boalt  his  Praife, 
His  Righteoufnefs  be  all  thy  Song. 

3  Strong  in  the  LORD'S  Almighty  Power, 

And  arm'd  in  Panoply  Divine, 
Firm  may'il  thou  Hand  in  Danger's  Hour, 
And  prove  the  Strength  of  JESUS  Thine. 

4  Thy  Breaft-Plate  be  his  Righteoufnefs, 

His  facred  Truth  thy  Loins  furround ; 
Shod  be  thy  beauteous  Feet  with  Peace, 
Spring  forth,  and  fpread  the  Gofpel  Sound. 

5  Fight  the  good  Fight,  and  ftand  fecure 

In  FAITH'S  impenetrable  Shield  ; 
Hell's  Prince  (hall  tremble  at  its  Power, 
With  all  his  fiery  Darts  repell'd. 

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6  Prevent  thy  Foes,  nor  wait  their  Charge, 

But  call  their  ling' rirg  Battle  on, 
But  itrongly  graip  thy  Seven-fold  Targe, 
And  bear  the  World  and  Satan  down. 

7  The  Helmet  of  Salvation  take, 

The  LORD'S,  the  Spirit's  conqu' ring  Sword, 
Speak  from  the  Word ;  in  Lightning  fpeak  ; 
Cry  out,  and  Thunder  from  the  Word. 

8  Champion  of  GOD,  thy  LORD  proclaim, 

JESUS  alone  relolv'd  to  know; 
Tread  do\vn  thy  Foes  in  JESU'S  Name  : 
Go  ;  conqu'ring,  and  to  conquer  go. 

o  Thro'  Racks  and  Fires  purfue  thy  Way, 

Be  mindful  of  a  dying  GOD; 
Finifti  thy  Courfe,  and  win  the  Day  : 

Look  up  ;  and  feal  the  Truth  with  Blood. 


A  Hymn,  to  be  fung  at  Sea. 

1  T     OR  D  of  the  wide-extended  Main, 

\  j  Whofe  Power  the  Winds  and  Seas  controuls, 
Whofe  Hand  doth  Earth  and  Heaven  fuftain, 
Whofe  Spirit  leads  believing  Souls ; 

2  For  Thee  we  leave  our  Native  Shore, 

(We,  whom  thy  Love  delights  to  keep) 
In  other  Worlds  thy  Works  explore, 
And  fee  thy  Wonders  in  the  Deep, 

3  Tis  here  thine  unknown  Paths  we  trace, 

Which  dark  to  human  Eyes  appear, 
While  through  the  mighty  Waves  we  pafs, 
FAITH  only  fees  that  GOD  is  here. 

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4  Throughout  the  Deep  thy  Footfteps  mine, 

We  own  thy  Way  is  in  the  Sea, 
O'er-awM  by  Majefty  Divine, 
And  loit  in  thy  Immenfity ! 

5  Thy  Wifdom  here  we  learn  t1  adore, 

Thine  Everlafting  Truth  we  prove, 
Amazing  Heights  of  boundlefs  Power, 
Unfathomable  Depths  of  Love. 

6  Infinite  GOD,  thy  Greatnefs  fpann'd 

Thefe  Heavens,  and  meted  out  the  Skies, 
Lo!  in  the  Hollow  of  thy  Hand, 
The  meafur'd  Waters  fink  and  rife ! 

7  Thee  to  Perfection  who  can  tell  ? 

Earth,  and  her  Sons  beneath  Thee  lie, 
Lighter  than  Duft  within  thy  Scale, 
lefs  than  Nothing  in  Thine  Eye. 

8  Yet  in  thy  Son  Divinely  Great, 

We  claim  thy  Providential  Care: 
Boldly  we  fhmd  before  thy  Seat, 
Our  Advocate  hath  plac'd  us  there, 

9  With  Him  we  are  gone  up  on  high, 

Since  He  is  ours,  and  we  are  His  ; 
With  him  we  reign  above  the  Sky, 
Yet  walk  upon  our  fubjeft  Seas. 

t  o  We  boaft  of  our  recovered  Pow'rs, 

Lords  are  we  of  the  Lands,  and  Floods, 
And  Earth,  and  Heaven,  and  All  is  ours, 

And  we  are  CHRIST'S,  and  CHRIST  is  GOD's! 


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In  a  Storm. 

LORY  to  Thee,  whofe  powerful  Word, 

Bids  the  Tempeftuous  Wind  arife, 
Glory  to  Thee,  the  Sovereign  LORD 
Of  Air,  and  Earth,  and  Seas,  and  Skies'! 

2  Let  Air,  and  Earth,  and  Skies  obey, 

And  Seas  Thine  awful  Will  perform : 
From  them  we  learn  to  own  thy  Sway, 
And  fhout  to  meet  the  gathering  Storm. 

3  What  tho'  the  Floods  lift  up  their  Voice, 

Thou  heareft,  LORD,  our  louder  Cry  j 

They  cannot  damp  thy  Children's  Joys, 

Or  make  the  Soul  when  GOD  is  nigh. 

4  Headlong  we  cleave  the  yawning  Deep, 

And  back  to  higheft  Heaven  are  born, 
Unmov'd,  tho'  rapid  Whirlwinds  fweep, 
And  all  the  watry  World  upturn. 

5  Roar  on,  ye  Waves !  our  Souls  defy 

Your  roaring  to  difturb  our  Reft, 
In  vain  t'impair  the  Calm  ye  try, 
The  Calm  Jn  a  Believer's  Breaft. 

6  Rage,  while  our  FAITH  the  SAVIOUR  tries, 

Thou  Sea,  the  Servant  of  his  Will: 
Rife,  while  our  GOD  permits  thee,  rife ; 
Butfall,  when  He  fhall  fay,  Beftill! 


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ZECH.  xii.   10. 

They  flail  look  upon  Me  whom  they 
have  pierced. 

From  the  German. 

1  T?  XTENDED  on  a  curfed  Tree, 

JPv  Befmear'd  with  Du^,  and  Sweat,  and  Blood, 
See  here,  the  King  of  Glory  fee ! 
Sinks,  and  expires  the  Son  of  G  O  D ! 

2  Who,  Who,  my  SAVIOUR,  this  hath  done ; 
Who  could  thy  facred  Body  wound  ? 

No  Guilt  thy  fpotlefs  Heart  hath  known  3. 
No  Guile  hath  in  thy  Lips  been- found. 

3  I,  I  alone  have  done  the  Deed .' 
'Tis  I  thy  facred  Flefn  have  torn : 

My  Sins  have  caus'd  Thee,  LORD,  to  bleed: 
Pointed  the  Nail,  and  fixt  the  Thorn. 

4  The  Burthen  for  me  to  fuftain 

Too  great,  on  Thee,  my  LORD,  was  laid: 
To  heal  me,  Thou  haft  bom  my  Pain ; 
To  blefs  me,  Thou  a  Curfe  waft  made. 

5  In  the  devouring  Lion's  Teeth 
Torn,  .and  forlbok  of  all,  I  lay : 
Thou  fpring'ft  into  the  Jaws  of  Death, 
From  Death  to  fave  the  helplefs  Prey. 

6  My  SAVIOUR,  how  (hall  I  proclaim, 
How  pay  the  mighty  Debt  I  owe  ? 
Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am 
Ceafelefs  to  All  thy  Glory  mew. 

R  2  7  Too 


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7  Too  much  to  Thee  I  cannot  give, 
Too  much  I  cannot  do  for  Thee  : 
Let  all  thy  Love,  and  all  thy  Grief 
Grav'n  on  my  Heart  for  ever  be  ! 

8  The  meek,  the  ftifl,  the  lowly  Mind 
O  may  I  learn  from  Thee,  my  GOD 
And  Love  with  fofteft  Pity  join'd 
For  thofe  that  trample  on  thy  Blood. 

9  Still  let  thy  Tears,  thy  Groans,  thy  Sighs 
O'erflow  my  Eyes,  and  heave  my  Breaft, 
'Till  loofe  from  Flefh,  and  Earth  I  rife, 
And  ever  in  thy  Bofom  reft. 


The  MEANS  of  GRACE. 

i   T    ONG  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  Thee,  LOR», 

\  J     With  unavailing  Pain  j 
Fafted,  ar.d  pray'd,  and  read  thy  Word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd,  in  vain. 

a  Oft  did  I  with  th'Aflembly  join, 
And  near  Thine  Altar  drew; 
A  Form  of  Godlinefs  was  mine. 
The  Pow'r  I  never  knew. 

3  To  pleafe  Thee,  thus  (at  lad  I  fee) 

In  vain  I  hop'd,  and  ftrove : 
For  what  are  Outward  Things  to  Thee, 
Unlefs  they  fpring  from  Love  ? 

4.  I  fee  the  perfedl  Law  requires 
Truth  in  the  Inward  Parts, 
Our  full  Confent,  our  whole  Defires, 
Our  Undivided  Hearts. 

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5  But  I  of  Means  have  made  my  Boaft, 

Of  Means  an  Idol  made, 
The  Spirit  in  the  Letter  loft, 
The  Subitance  in  the  Shade. 

6  I  refted  in  the  Outward  Law, 

Nor  knew  its  deep  Defign  ; 
The  Length,  and  Breadth,  .1  never  faw,  . 
And  Heighth  of  Love  Divine. 

7  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  my  Hope  ? 

What  can  my  Weaknefs  do  ? 

JESU  !  to  Thee  my  Soul  looks  up, 

'Tis  Thou  muft  make  it  new. 

S  Thine  is  the  Work,  and  Thine  alone. 

But  mall  I  idlyftand? 
Shall  I  the  written  Rule  difown, 
And  flight  my  GOD's  Command  ? 

9  Wildly  mall  I  from  Thine  turn  back, 

A  better  Path  to  find ; 
Thine  Holy  Ordinance  forfake, 
And  caft  thy  Words  behind  ? 

10  Forbid  it,  gracious  LORD,  that  I 

Should  ever  learn  Thee  fo ! 
No— let  me  with  thy  Word  comply, 
If  I  thy  Love  would  know. 

1 1  Suffice  for  me,  that  Thou,  my  LORD, 

Hail:  bid  me  faft,  and  pray : 
Thy  Will  be  done,  thy  Name  ador'dj  : 
'Tis  only  mine  t'obey. 

1 2  Thou  bidft  me  fearch  the  facred  Leaves}  . 

And  tafte  the  Hallow' d  Bread : 
The  kind  Commands  my  Soul  receives. 
And  longs  on  Thee  to  feed. 

R  3  13  Still 


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1  3  Still  for  thy  Loving  Kindnefs,  LORD, 

I  in  thy  Temple  wait; 
I  look  to  find  Thee  in  thy  Word, 
Or  at  thy  Table  meet. 

14  Here,  in  Thine  own  outpointed  Ways, 

I  wait  to  learn  thy  Will  : 
Silent  I  ftand  before  thy  Face, 
And  hear  Thee  fay, 


15   Be  Jlill—and  know  that  I  am  GOD! 

'Tis  all  I  live  to  know, 
To  feel  the  Virtue  of  thy  Blood, 
And  fpread  its  Praife  below. 

1  6  I  wait  my  Vigour  to  renew, 
Thine  Image  to  retrieve, 
The  Veil  of  outward  Things  pafs  thro', 
And  gafp  in  Thee  to  live. 

1  7  I  work  ;  and  own  the  Labour  vain  : 

And  thus  from  Works  I  ceafe  : 
I  ftrive,  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  Pain, 
'Till  GOD  create  my  Peace.^ 

1  8  Fruitlefs,  'till  Thou  Thyfelf  impart, 

Muft  all  my  Efforts  prove  : 
They  cannot  change  a  finful  Heart, 
They  cahnot  purchafe  Love. 

19  I  do  the  Thing  thy  Laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  Strife  give  o'er  : 
To  Thee  I  then  the  whole  relign  ; 
J  trxjl  in  Means  no  more. 

20  I  trul  in  Him  who  ftands  between 

The  Father's  Wrath  and  me  : 
J  E  s  u  !  Thou  great  Eternal  Mean, 
J  look  for  all  from  Thee  . 

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2 1  Thy  Mercy  pleads,  thy  Truth  requires, 

Thy  Promife  calls  Thee  down  : 

Not  for  the  Sake  of  my  Defires 

But  Oh !  regard  '1  hine  own ! 

22  I  feek  no  Motive  out  of  Thee : 

Thine  own  Defires  fulfil : 
If  now  thy  Bowels  yearn  on  me, 
On  me  perform  thy  Will. 

23  Doom,  ifThoucanft,  to  endlefs  Pains, 

And  drive  me  from  thy  Face : 
But  if  thy  ilronger  Love  conftrains, 
Let  me  be  fani 'd by  Grace, 


Waiting  for  CHRIST. 

1  TTNcHANGEABLE,  Almighty  LORD, 

\^J      T  he  True,  and  Merciful,  and  Juft, 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  Word, 
Wherein  Thou  caafeft  me  to  trail. 

2  My  weary  Eyes  look  out  in  vain, 

And  long  thy  faving  Health  to  fee : 
But  known  to  Thee  is  all  my  Pain : 

When  wilt  Thou  come,  and  comfort  me ! 

3  Prifoner  of  Hope,  to  Thee  I  turn, 

Thee  my  ftrong  Hold,  and  only  Stay: 
Harden'd  in  Grief,  I  ever  mourn : 
Why  do  thy  Chariot-wheels  delay  ? 

4  But  (hall  thy  Creature  aflc  Thee  why  ? 

No  ;  I  retract  the  eager  Prayer  : 
LORD,  as  Thou  wilt,  and  not  as  I ; 
I  cannot  chuie  :  Thou  canft  not  err. 

5  To 


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5  To  Thee,  the  only  Wife,  and  Tru  e, 

See  then  at  laft  I  all  refign  j 
Make  me  in  CHRIST  a  Creature  new, 
The  Manner,  and  the  Time  be  Thine. 

6  Only  preferve  my  Soul  from  Sin, 

Nor  let  me  faint  for  want  of  Thee : 
I'll  wait  till  Thou  appear  within, 

And  plant  thy  Heaven  of  Love  in  me. 


Before  Reading  the  Scriptures. 

1  TT»ATHER  of  All,  in  whom  alone 

X/    We  live,  and  move,  and  breathe, 
One  bright  celeftial  Ray  dart  down, 
And  chear  thy  Sons  beneath. 

2  While  in  thy  Word  we  fearch  for  Thee, 

(We  fearch  with  trembling  Awe) 
Open  our  Eyes,  and  let  us  fee 
The  Wonders  of  thy  Law. 

3  Now  let  our  Darknefs  comprehend 

The  Light  that  mines  fo  clear : 
Now  the  Revealing  Spirit  fend, 
And  give  us  Ears  to  hear. 

4  Before  us  make  thy  Goodnefs  pafs, 

Which  here  by  FAITH  we  know  j 
Let  us  in  JESUS  fee  thy  Face, 
And  die  to  all  below. 


ANOTHER. 

TEACHER  Divine,  we  afk  thy  Grace, 
Thefe  facred  Leaves  t' unfold: 
Here  in  the  Gofpel's  cleareft  Glafs, 

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2  Shew  us  thy  Sire ;  for  known  to  Thee 

The  Father's  Glories  are : 
The  dread  Paternal  Majefty 
1  hou  only  canft  declare. 

3  Open  the  Scriptures  now ;  reveal 

All  which  for  us  '1  hou  art : 
Talk  with  us,  LORD,  and  let  us  feel 
1  he  Kindling  in  our  Heart. 

4  In  Thee  we  langnim  to  be  found  j 

To  catch  thy  Words  we  bow ; 
We  Men  for  the  quick'ning  Sound  • 
Speak,  LORD  ;  we  hear  Thee  now. 


ANOTHER. 

HOLY  GHOST,  our  Hearts  injure, 
Let  us  Thine  Influence  prove ; 
Source  of  the  old  Prophetick  Fire, 
Fountain  of  Life,  and  Love. 

a  Come,  HOLY  GHOST,  (for,  mov'd  by  Thee, 

Thy  Prophets  wrote  and  fpoke :) 
Unlock  the  Truth,  Thyfelf  the  Key, 
Unfeal  the  Sacred  Book. 

3  Expand  thy  Wings  celeftial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  Nature's  Night ; 
On  our  diforder'd  Spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  Light. 

4  G  O  D  thro'  Himfelf  we  then  fliall  know, 

If  Thou  within  us  fhine, 
And  found,  with  all  thy  Saints  below, 
The  Depths  of  Love  Divine. 

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Before  PREACHING. 

1  TTORTH  in  thy  Strength,  O  LORD,  I  go, 
JF      Thy  Gofpel  to  proclaim, 

Thine  only  Righteouihefs  to  fhew, 
And  glorify  thy  Name. 

2  Ordain'd  I  am,  and  fent  by  Thee, 

As  by  the  Father  i  hou: 
And  lo  !  '1  hou  always  art  with  me  ! 
I  plead  the  Promife  Now. 

3  O  give  me  now  to  fpeak  thy  Word 

In  this  appointed  Hour ; 
Attend  it  with  thy  Spiiit,  LORD, 

And  let  it  come  with  Power. 

» 

4  Open  the  Hearts  of  All  that  hear, 

To  make  their  SAVIOUR  Room, 
Now  let  them  find  Redemption  near, 
Let  FAITH  by  Hearing  come. 

5  Give  them  to  hear  the  Word  as  Thine, 

And  (while  they  thus  receive) 
Prove  it  the  Saving  Power  Divine, 
To  Sinners  that  believe. 


After  PREACHING. 

GLORY,  andPraife,  and  Love  to  Thee, 
For  this  effe&ual  Door, 
JESU  !  who  publifheft  by  me 
1  he  Gofpel  to  the  Poor. 


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2  Glory  to  thy  great  Name  alone, 

rj  hat  Life  and  Power  imparts : 
Now,  LORD,  thy  genuine  Gofpel  own, 
And  graft  it  on  their  Hearts. 

3  Now  let  them  feel  the  Tidings  true, 

Grant '  to  thy  Word  Succefs ; 

Water  it  with  thy  Heavenly  Dew, 

And  give  the  wifh'd  Increafe. 

4  Savour  of  Life,  O  let  it  prove, 

And  fhew  their  Sins  forgiven ; 
Work  in  them  FAITH,  which  works  by  Love, 
And  lurely  leads  to  Heaven. 


HYMN  to  GOD  the  Santtifier. 


HOLY  GHOST,  all-quickning  Fire, 
Come,  and  my  hallow''  d  Heart  infpire, 
Sprinkled  with  the  Atoning  Blood  : 
Now  to  my  Soul  i  hyfelf  reveal  j 
Thy  mighty  Working  let  me  feel, 
And  know  that  I  am  born  of  GOD. 

2  Thy  Witnefs  with  my  Spirit  bear, 
That  GOD,  my  GOD  inhabits  there  ; 

Ihou,  with  the  FATHER  and  the  SON, 
Eternal  Light's  coeval  Beam, 
Be  CHRIST  in  me,  and  I  in  Him, 

Till  perfect  we  are  made  in  One. 

3  When  wilt  'I  hou  my  whole  Heart  fubdue  ? 
Come,  LORD,  and  form  my  Soul  anew, 

Emptied  of  Pride,  and  Self,  and  Hell  ; 
Lefs  than  the  leaft  of  all  thy  Store 
Of  Mercies,  I  myfelf  abhor: 

All,  all  my  Vilenefs  may  I  feel. 

4  Humble, 


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4  Humble,  and  teachable,  and  mild, 

0  may  I,  as  a  little  Child, 

My  lowly  Matter's  Steps  purfae  : 
Be  Anger  to  my  Soul  unknown  ; 
Hate,  Envy,  Jealoufy,  be  gone ! 

In  Love  create  1  hou  all  Things  new. 

5  Let  Earth  no  more  my  Heart  divide, 
With  CHRIST  may  I  be  crucflfcd, 

To  Thee  with  my  whole  Soul  afpire  ; 
Dead  to  the  World,  and  all  its  Toys, 
Its  idle  Pomp,  and  fading  Joys, 

Be  Thou  alone  my  One  Delire. 

6  Be  Thou  my  Joy,  be  Thou  my  Dread ; 
In  Battle  cover  Thou  my  Head, 

Nor  Earth,  nor  Hell  fo  mail  I  fear : 
So  fhall  I  turn  my  fteady  Face  ; 
Want,  Pain  defy,  enjoy  Difgrace, 

Glory  in  Diffolution  near. 

7  My  Will  be  fwallow'd  up  in  Thee : 
Light  in  thy  Light  ftill  may  I  fee, 

Beholding  Thee  with  open  Face  : 
Call'd  the  full  Power  of  FAITH  to  prove, 
Let  all  my  hallow'd  Hean  be  Love, 

And  all  my  finlefs  Life  be  Praife. 

§  Come,  HOLY  GHOST,  all-quickning  Fire, 
My  confecrated  Heart  infpire, 

Sprinkled  with  the  Atoning  Blood : 
Still  to  my  Soul  T  hyfelf  reveal; 

1  hy  mighty  Working  may  I  feel, 

And  know  thai  I  am  one  with  GOD  I 


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Written  In  Sickntfs. 

1  T  T  7H I L  E  Sicknefs  fhakes  the  Houfe  of  Clay, 

VV       And  fap'd  by  Pain's  continued  Courfe, 
My  Nature  haftens  to  decay, 

And  waits  the  Fever's  friendly  Force: 

2  Whither  mould  my  glad  Soul  afpire, 

But  Heav'nward  to  my  SAVIOUR'S  Breaft? 
Wafted  on  Wings  of  warm  Defire, 
To  gain  her  Everlafting  Reft. 

3  O  when  fhall  I  no  longer  call 

This  Earthly  Tabernacle  mine  ? 
When  fhall  the  {hatter' d  Manfion  fall, 
And  rife  rebuilt  by  Hands  Divine  ? 

4  Burthen'd  beneath  this  flefhly  Load, 

Earneftly  here  for  Eafe  I  groan, 

Athirft  for  Thee,  the  Living  GOD, 

And  ever  ftruggling  to  be  gone. 

5  Where  Thou,  and  only  Thou  art  lov'd, 

Far  from  the  World's  infidious  Art, 
Beyond  the  Range  of  Fiends  remov'd, 
And  fafe  from  my  deceitful  Heart ; 

6  There  let  me  reft,  and  fin  no  more : 

Come  quickly,  LORD,  and  end  the  Strife, 
Haften  my  laft,  my  mortal  Hour, 
Swallow  me  up  in  Endlefs  Life. 

7  Ah  let  it  not  my  LORD  difpleafe, 

That  eager  thus  for  Death  I  fue, 
T'ward  the  high  Prize  impatient  prefs, 
And  (natch  the  Crown  to  Conquefl  due. 

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8  Mafter,  thy  Greatnefs  wants  not  me : 

0  how  fhall  I  thy  Caufe  defend ! 
Captain,  releafe,  and  fet  me  free  ; 

Here  let  my  ufelefs  Warfare  end. 

9  "Pis  not  the  Pain  I  feek  to  fhun, 

The  deftin'd  Crofs,  and  purging  Fire ; 
Sin  do  I  fear,  and  Sin  alone, 
Thee,  only  Thee  do  I  defire. 

10  For  Thee,  within  myfelf,  for  Thee 

1  groan,  and  for  th' Adoption  wait, 
When  Death  fhall  fet  my  Spirit  free, 

And  make  my  Happinefs  compleat. 

1 1  No  longer  then,  my  LORD,  defer, 

From  Earth  and  Sin  to  take  me  Home ; 
Now  let  my  Eyes  behold  Thee  near ; 
Come  quickly,  O  my  SAVIOUR,  come. 


Upon  parting  with  his  Friends. 

EASE,  foolifh  Heart,  thy  fond  Complaints, 

Nor  heave  with  unavailing  Sighs, 
Equal  is  G  O  D  to  all  thy  Wants, 

The  hungry  Soul  Himfelf  fupplies : 
Gladly  thy  every  Wifh  refign ; 
Thou  canft  not  want,  if  G  O  D  is  thine. 

Stop  this  full  Current  of  thy  Tears, 
Or  pour  for  Sin  th'ennobled  Flood  : 

Look  up,  my  Soul,  lhake  off  thy  Fears, 
Or  fear  to  lofe  a  gracious  GOD. 

To  Him,  thine  only  Reft,  return ; 

In  vain  for  Him  thou  canll  not  mourn. 

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3  Still  vex'd  and  troubled  is  my  Heart  ? 

Still  wails  my  Soul  the  Penal  Lofs  ? 
Lingering  I  groan  with  all  to  part, 

I  groan  to  bear  the  grievous  Crofs  ; 
The  grievous  Crofs  I  fain  would  fly, 
Or  fink  beneath  its  Weight,  and  die. 

4  Sad  foothing  Thought !  to  lofe  my  Car«s, 

And  filently  refign  my  Breath  ! 
Cut  off  a  Length  of  wretched  Years, 

And  Heal  an  unfafpecled  Death ; 
Now  to  lay  down  my  weary  Head, 
And  lift  it  -free  among  the  Dead.! 

5  When  will  the  dear  Deliv'rance  come, 

Period  of  all  my  Pain  and  Strife ! 

0  that  my  Soul,  which  gafps  for  Home, 
Which  ftruggles  in  the  Toils  of  Life^ 

Eafe,  and  a  Reiling  Place  could  find, 
And  leave  this-  World  of  Woe  behind  ! 

6  O  that  the  Bitternefs  were  paftr 

The  Pain  of  Life's  long  lingering  Hour  ! 
While  fnatch'd  from  Paffion's  furious  Biaft, 
And  fav'd  from  Sorrow's  baleful  Pow'r,     , 

1  mock  the  Storm,  out-ride  the  Wave, 
And  gain  the  Harbour  of  the  Grave. 

7  Blefs'd,  peaceful  State !  Where  lull'd  to  Sleep, 

The  Suff'rer's  Woes  mall  all  be  o'er ! 
There  plaative  Grief  no  more  mall  weep, 

Remembrance  there  mall  vex  no  more ; 
Nor  fond  Excefs,  nor  pining  Care, 
Nor  Lofs,  nor  Parting  mail  be  there ! 


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II. 

1  OHoly,  Holy,  Holy  LORD! 

Righteous  in  all  thy  Ways  art  Thou  ? 
I  yield,  and  tremble  at  thy  Word, 

Beneath  thy  mighty  Hand  I  bow, 
I  own,  while  humbled  in  the  Duft, 
I  own  the  Punifhment  is  juft. 

2  Joy  of  my  Eyes  the  Creature  was ; 

Defired;  but  O  !  defired  for  Thee  ! 
Why  feel  I  then  th'imbitter'd  Lofs  ? 

Late  in  thy  Judgment's  Light,  I  fee 
Whom  now  thy  Stroke  hath  far  remov'd, 
I  lov'd — alas !  too  dearly  lov'd ! 

3  And  can  I  fee  my  Comfort  gone, 

(My  All  of  Comfort  here  below) 
And  not  allow  a  parting  Groan, 

And  not  permit  my  Tears  to  flow  ? 
Can  I  forbear  to  mourn  and  cry  ? 
No — let  me  rather  weep,  and  die. 

4  Dear,  lovely,  gracious  Souls,  to  me 

Pleafant  your  Friendlinefs  has  been  ; 
So  ftrange  your  Love,  from  Drofs  fo  free, 

The  Fountain  in  the  Stream  was  feen  ; 
From  Heaven  the  pure  Affection  flow'd, 
And  led,  from  whom  it  fprang,  to  GO  D. 

5  To  Him  thro'  Earth-born  Cares  ye  pafs, 

To  Him  your  loofen'd  Souls  afpire : 
Glory  to  GOD's  victorious  Grace ! 

O  could  I  catch  the  facred  Fire, 
Your  mining  Steps  from  far  purfue, 
And  love,  and  weep,  and  part  like  you. 


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6  Partners  of  all  my  Griefs  and  Joys, 

Help  me  to  caft  on  G  O  D  my  Care, 
To  make  his  Will  my  only  Choice, 

Away  the  dear  Right  Eye  to  tear, 
The  wile  Decree  with  you  t'adore, 
To  truft,  fubmit,  and  grieve  no  more. 

7  O  let  your  Prayers  the  SAVIOUR  move, 

In  Love  my  Spirit  to  renew ! 
O  could  I  taile  the  SAVIOUR'S  Love, 

Gladly  I  then  mould  part  with  you ; 
My  All  triumphantly  refign, 
And  lodge  you  in  the  Arms  divine. 

III. 

1  Why  mould  a  finful  Man  complain, 

When  mildly  chaften'd  for  his  Good  ? 
Start  from  the  falutary  Pain, 

And  tremble  at  a  Father's  Rod  ? 
Why  mould  I  grieve  his  Hand  t'endure, 
Or  murmur  to  accept  my  Cure  ? 

2  Beneath  th'affliaive  Stroke  I  fall, 

And  ftruggle  to  give  up  my  Will ; 
Weeping  I  own  'tis  Mercy  all ; 

Mercy  purfues  and  holds  me  ftill. 
Kindly  refafes  to  depart, 
.And  ftrongly  vindicates  my  Heart. 

3  Humbly  I  now  the  Rod  revere, 

And  Mercy  in  the  Judgment  find , 
'Tis  GOD  afflias ;  I  own  Him  near; 

'Tis  He,  'tis  He  feverely  kind, 
Watches  my  Soul  with  jealous  Care, 
Difdainful  of  a  Rival  there. 


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4  'Tis  hence  my  ravim'd  Friends  I  mourn, 

And  Grief  weighs  down  my  weary  Head, 
Far  from  my  bleeding  Bofom  torn, 

The  dear-lov'd,  dangerous  Joys  are  fled, 
Hence  my  Complaining  never  ends : 
Oh !  I  have  loft  my  Friends,  my  Friends  ! 

5  Long  my  reluftant  Folly  held, 

Nor  gave  them  to  my  G  O  D's  Command ; 
Hardly  at  length  conftrain'd  to  yield  ; 

For  oh!  the  Angel  feiz'd  my  Hand, 
Broke  off  my  Grafp,  forbad  my  Stay, 
And  forc'd  my  ling'ring  Soul  away. 

6  Yes ;  the  Divorce  at  laft  is  made. 

My  Soul  is  crum'd  beneath  the  Blow  j 
The  Judgment  falls,  fo  long  delay 'd, 

And  lays  my  ftubborn  Spirit  low,  « 

My  Hope  expires,  my  Comfort  ends, 
Oh !  I  have  loft  my  Friends,  my  Friends  I 

IV. 

1  How  fliall  I  lift  my  guilty  Eyes, 

Or  dare  appear  before  thy  Face  ? 
When  deaf  to  Mercy's  loudeft  Cries, 

I  long  have  wearied  out  thy  Grace, 
Withftood  thy  Power,  and  crofs'd  Thine  Art, 
Nor  heard,  My  Son,  give  Me  thy  Heart? 

2  How  could  I,  LORD,  hold  out  fo  long, 

So  long  thy  ftriving  Spirit  grieve ! 
Forgive  me  the  defpiteful  Wrong : 

Behold,  my  All  for  Thee  I  leave, 
The  whole,  the  whole  I  here  reftore, 
And  fondly  keep  back  Part  no  more. 


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3  Lo  !  I  cut  off  the  dear  Right  Hand, 

Afham'd  I  fhould  fo  late  obey, 
Pluck  out  mine  Eye  at  thy  Command, 

And  caft  the  bleeding  Orb  away  -t 
Lo,  with  my  Lift  Referve  I  part, 
I  give,  I  give  Thee  All  my  Heart. 

4  My  Heart,  my  Will  I  here  refign, 

My  Life,  my  more  than  Life  for  Thee : 
Take  back  my  Friends,  no  longer  mine  ; 

Blefs'd  be  the  Love  that  lent  them  me  : 
Blefs'd  be  the  kind  revoking  Word, 
Thy  Will  be  done,  thy  Name  ador'd ! 

5  Henceforth  Thine  only  Will  I  chufe, 

To  CHRIST  I  die,  to  CHRIST  Hive ; 
Had  I  a  Thoufand  Lives  to  lofe, 

Had  I  a  Thoufand  Friends  to  give, 
All,  all  I  would  to  Thee  reftore, 
And  grieve  that  I  could  give  no  more. 

V. 

1  JESU,  in  whom  the  weary  find 

Their  late  and  permanent  Repofe ; 
Phyfician  of  the  Sin-fick  Mind, 

Relieve  my  Wants,  affuage  my  Woes ; 
And  let  my  Soul  on  Thee  be  caft, 
'Till  Life's  fierce  Tyranny  be  paft. 

2  Loos' d  from  my  G  O  D,  and  far  remov'd, 

Long  have  I  wander'd  to  and  fro, 
O'er  Earth  in  endlefs  Circles  rov'd, 

Nor  found  whereon  to  reft  below ; 
Back  to  my  GOD  at  laft  I  fly, 
For  O !  the  Waters  ftill  are  high. 


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3  Selfifh  Purfuits,  and  Nature's  Maze, 

The  Things  of  Earth  for  Thee  I  leave, 
Put  forth  thine  Hand,  thine  Hand  of  Grace, 

Into  the  Ark  of  Love  receive  ; 
Take  this  poor  flutt'ring  Soul  to  Reft, 
And  lodge  it,  SAVIOUR,  in  thy  Breaft. 

4  Fill  with  inviolable  Peace,. 

'StabKfh,  and  keep  my  fettled  Heart; 
In  Thee  may  all  my  Wand  'rings  ceafe, 

From  Thee  no  more  may  I  depart, 
Thy  utmoft  Goodnefs  call'd  to  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlafting  Love. 


Mourning. 

1  T  T  7  H  E  N,  gracious  LORD,  ah  tell  me  when 

V  V       Shall  I  into  myfelf  retire  * 
To  Thee  difcover  all  my  Pain, 

And  ihew  my  troubled  Heart's  Defire  ? 

2  I  long  to  pour  out  all  my  Soul, 

Sorrow,  and  Sin's  juft  Weight  to  feel, 

To  fmart,  till  Thou  haft  made  me  whole, 

To  mourn  till  Thou  haft  faid,  Bejlill. 

3  Sick  of  Defire  for  Thee  I  cry, 

And,  weary  of  forbearing,  groan : 
Horror,  and  Sin  are  ever  nigh, 

My  Comfort,  and  my  GOD  are  gone. 

4  Trembling  in  dread  Sufpence  I  ftand  ; 

Sinking,  and  falling  into  Sin, 
Till  Thou  reach  out  thy  mighty  Hand, 
And  fnatch  me  from  this  Hell  within. 

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5  Fain  would  I  rife,  and  get  me  hence, 

From  every  fond  Engagement  free, 
Pleafure,  and  Praife,  and  Self,  and  Senfe, 
And  all  that  holds  me  back  from  Thee. 

6  O  that  the  mild  and  peaceful  Dove, 

Would  lend  his  Wings  to  aid  my  Flight  T 
Soon  would  I  then  far  off  remove, 
And  hide  me  from  this  hateful  Light 

7  Where  none  but  the  All-feeing  Eye 

Could  mark,  or  interrupt  my  Grief, 
No  human  Comforter  be  nigh, 
To  torture  me  with  vain  Relief. 

8  Far  in  fome  lonely  defert  Place, 

For  ever,  ever  would  I  fit, 
Languifh  to  fee  the  SAVIOUR'S  Face, 
And  perifh,  weeping  at  his  Feet. 

9  O  what  is  Life  without  my  GOD! 

A  Burthen  more  than  I  can  bear : 
I  ftruggle  to  throw  off  the  Load, 
Me  from  myfelf  I  ftrive  to  tear. 

10  I  ever  gafp  in  CHRIST  to  live  : 

O  that  to  me  the  Grace  be  given ! 
Had  I  thy  Heaven  and  Earth  to  give, 

I'd  buy  Thee  with  thy  Earth  and  Heaven» 

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1 1  If  Sufferings  could  thy  Love  obtain, 

I'd  fuffer  all  Things  for  thy  Love  : 
Send  me  to  Hell,  I'd  there  remain  : 
But  let  me  there  thy  Favour  prove. 

1 2  Let  me  thy  righteous  Doom  applaud, 

Thine  everlafting  Truth  declare, 
And  vindicate  the  Ways  of  GOD, 
And  glorify  thy  Juilice  there. 

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1 3  Let  me — I  know  not  how  to  pray  ; 

My  Anguifh  cannot  be  expreft  : 

JE  su,  Thou  feeft  what  I  would  fay ; 

O  let  thy  Bowels  fpeak  the  reft! 


ROMANS  vii.  24,,  2 5. 

AT  HER  of  Mercies,  GOD  of  Love, 

Whofe  Bowels  of  Compaflion  move 
To  iinful  Worms ;  whofe  Arms  embrace, 
And  ftrain  to  hold  a  ftruggling  Race  ! 

2  With  me  ftill  let  thy  Spirit  ftrive, 
Have  Patience,  till  my  Heart  I  give ; 
Affift  me  to  obey  thy  Call, 

And  give  me  Power  to  pay  Thee  all. 

3  If  now  my  Nature's  Weight  I  feel, 
And  groan  to  render  up  my  Will, 
Not  long  the  kind  Relentings  ftay-, 
The  Morning  Vapour  fleets  away. 

4  A  Monfter  to  myfelf  I  am, 
Afham'd  to  feel  no  deeper  Shame  ; 
Pain'd  that  my  Pain  fo  foon  is  o'er, 
And  griev'd,  that  I  can  grieve  no  more. 

5  O  who  mall  fave  the  Man  of  Sin  ? 
O  when  mall  end  this  War  within  ? 
How  mail  my  Captive  Soul  break  thro  ?" 
Who  mall  attempt  my  Refcue  ?  Who  ? 

6  A  Wretch  from  Sin  and  Death  fet  free  ?-- 
Anfwer,  O  anfwer,  CHRIST,  for  me, 
The  Grace  of  an  accepting  GOD, 
The  Virtue  of  a  SAVIOUR'S  Blood. 


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Who  jhall  deliver  me  from  the  Body 
of  this  Death? 

1  'TPHOU  Son  of  GOD,  Thou  Son  of  Man, 

A       Whofe  Eyes  are  as  a  Flame  of  Fire, 
With  kind  Concern  regard  my  Pain, 
And  mark  my  lab'ring  Heart's  Defire  ! 

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2  Its  inmoft  Folds  are  known  to  Thee, 

Its  fecret  Plague  I  need  not  tell : 
Nor  can  I  hide,  nor  can  I  flee 
The  Sin  I  ever  groan  to  feel. 

3  My  Soul  it  eafily  befets, 

About  my  Bed,  about  my  Way, 
My  Soul  at  every  Turn  it  meets, 
And  half  perfuades  me  to  obey. 

4.  Nothing -I  am,  and  nothing  have, 

Nothing  my  Helplefsnefs  can  do  ; 
But  Thou  art  Good,  and  ftrong  to  fave, 
And  all  that  feek  may  find  Thee  true. 

5  How  mail  I  aflc,  and  afk  aright  ? 

My  Lips  refufe  my  Heart  t'obey : 
But  all  my  Wants  are  in  thy  Sight ; 

My  Wants,  my  Fears,  my  Sorrows  pray. 

6  I  want  thy  Love,  I  fear  thy  Frown, 

My  own  foul  Sin  I  grieve  to  fee : 
T'efcape  its  Force  would  Now  fink  down, 
And  die,  if  Death  could  fet  me  free. 

7  Yet  O  I  cannot  burft  my  Chain, 

Or  fly  the  Body  of  this  Death  : 
Irrunur'd  in  Flefh  I  ftill  remain, 
And  gafp  a  purer  Air  to  breathe. 

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8  I  groan  to  break  my  Prifon-Walls, 

And  quit  the  Tenement  of  Clay ; 
Nor  yet  the  fhatter'd  Manfion  falls, 
Nor  yet  my  Soul  efcapes  away. 

9  Ah  LORD  !  wouldft  Thou  within  me  live, 

No  longer  then  fhould  I  complain, 
Nor  fighing  wi(h,  nor  weeping  grieve 

For  CHRIST  my  Life,  or  Death  my  Gain. 

10  From  Grief  and  Sin  I  then  mould,  ceafe  ; 

My  loofen'd  Tongue  fhould  then  declare 
Comfort,  and  Love,  and  Joy,  and  Peaee, 
Fill  all  the  Soul  when  CHRIST  is  there ! 


My  Scul  gafpeth  for  T^hee  as  a 
thirfty  Land. 

i   T    ORD,  how  long,  how  long  mall  I 
\  j  Lift  my  weary  Eyes  in  Pain  ? 
Seek,  but  never  find  Thee  nigh, 
Aflt  thy  Love,  but  aflc  in  vain, 
Crum'd  beneath  my  Nature's  Load, 
Darkly  feeling  after  GOD! 

z  O  difclofe  thy  lovely  Face, 

Quicken  all  my  drooping  Powers ! 

Gafps  my  fainting  Soul  for  Grace, 
As  a  thirfty  Land  for  Showers : 

Hafte,  my  LORD,  no  longer  ftay, 

Come,  my  JESUS,  come  away! 

3  Well  Thou  know'ft  I  cannot  reft, 

'Till  I  fully  reft  in  Thee, 
'Till  I  am  of  Thee  pofTeft, 

'Till  from  Sin  and  Self  fet  free, 
All  the  Life  of  FA  ITH  I  prove, 
All  the  Joy  and  Heaven  of  Love. 

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4  But  my  fad  inconftant  State, 

Give  me,  LORD,  this  Root  within : 
Trembling  for  thy  Love  I  wait, 

Still  relapfmg  into  Sin, 
palling,  'till  thy  Love  I  feel, 
Ever  finking  into  Hell. 

5  With  me  O  continue,  LORD, 

Keep  me,  or  from  Thee  I  fly : 
Strength  and  Comfort  from  thy  Word 

Imperceptibly  fupply  ; 
Hold  me  'till  I  apprehend, 
Make  me  Faithful  to  the  End. 


Longing  after  CHRIST. 

1  TES  U,  the  Strength  of  all  that  faint, 

J  When  wilt  Thou  hear  my  fad  Complaint  ? 
JESU,  the  weary  Wanderer's  Reft, 
When  wilt  Thou  take  me  to  thy  Breaft  ? 

2  My  Spirit  mourns,  by  Thee  forgot, 

And  droops  my  Heart,  where  Thou  art  not : 

My  Soul  is  all  an  aching  Void, 

And  pines,  and  thirlls,  and  gafps  for  GOD. 

5  The  Pain  of  Abfence  ftill  I  prove, 
Sick  of  Defire,  but  not  of  Love ; 
Weary  of  Life  I  ever  groan, 
I  long  to  lay  the  Burthen  down. 

4  'Tis  Burthen  all,  and  Pain,  and  Strife : 
O  give  me  Love,  and  take  my  Life ! 
JESU,  my  only  Want  fupply, 
O  let  me  tafte  thy  Love,  and  die ! 


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I?i  TEMPTATION. 

I N  K I N  G  underneath  my  Load, 

Darkly  feeling  after  Thee, 
Let  me  afk,  my  GOD,  my  GOD, 

Why  haft  Thou  foifaken  me! 
Why,  O  why  am  I  forgot ! 
LORD,  I  feek,  but  find  Thee. not. 

z  Still  I  afk,  nor  yet  receive, 

Knock  at  the  unqpen'd  Door; 
Still  I  ftruggle  to  believe, 

Hope,  tho'  urg'd  to  hope  no  more, 
Bearing  what  I  cannot  bear, 
Yielding,  fighting  with  Delpair. 

-  Hear  in  Mercy  my  Complaint, 

Hear,  and  haften  to  my  Aid, 
Help,  or  utterly  I  faint, 

Fails  the  Spirk  Thou  haft  made  ; 
Save  me,  or  my  Foe  prevails, 
Save  me,  or  thy  PromHe  fails. 

4  Struggling  in  the  Fowler's  Snare, 

Lo !  I  ever  look  to  Thee : 
Tempted  more  than  I  can  bear — 

No,  my  Sonl,  it  cannot  be  ; 
True  and  faithful  is  the  Word, 
Sure  the  Coming  of  thy  LORD. 

-  Come  then,  O  my  SAVIOUR,  come, 

G  O  D  of  Truth  no  longer  ftay, 
GOD  of  Love,  difpel  the  Gloom, 

Point  me  out  the  promis'd  Way, 
Let  me  from  the  Trial  fly, 
Sink  into  thine  Arms,  and  die ! 

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6  Waft  me  to  that  happy  Shore, 

Port  of  Eafe,  and  End  of  Care ; 

All  thy  Storms  mall  there  be  o'er, 
Sin  lhall  never  reach  me  there, 

Surely  of  my  GOD  poffeft, 

Safe  in  my  Redeemer's  Breaft! 


MATTHEW  v.  3,  4,  6. 

1  YES  U,  if  ftill  the  fame  Thou  art, 
J      If  all  thy  Promiies  are  fure> . 
Set  up  thy  Kingdom  in  my  Heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor : 
To  me  be  all  thy  Treafures  given, 
The  Kingdom  of  an  Inward  Heaven. 

2  Thou  haft  pronounc'd  the  Mourner  bleft»  i 

And  lo !  for  Thee  I  ever  mourn : 
I  cannot ;  no,  I  will  not  reft, 

'Till  Thou  my  only  Reft  return, 
'Till  Thou,  the  Prince  of  Peace,  appear. 
And  I  receive  the  Comforter. . 

3  Where  is  the  Bleflednefs  beftow'd 

On  all  that  hunger  after  Thee  ? 
I  hunger  now,  I  thirft  for  G  O  D !  - 

See,  the  poor,  fainting  Sinner,  fee, 
And  fatisfy  with  endlefs  Peace, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  Righteoulhefs. 

4  Ah  LORD! — if  Thoa  art  in  that  Sigh, 

Then  hear  Thyfelf  within  me  pray  ; 
Hear  in  my  Heart  thy  Spirit's  Cry, 

Mark  what  my  lab  ring  Soul  'would  fay? 
Anfwer  the  deep,  unutter'd  Groan, 
And  (hew  that  Thou  and  I  are  One. 

T  2  5  Shine- 


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5  Shine  on  thy  Work,  difperfe  the  Gloom, 

Light  in  thy  Light  I  then  {hall  fee  : 
Say  to  my  Soul,  "  Thy  Light  is  come, 

"  Glory  Divine  is  ris'n  on  thee, 
"  Thy  Warfare's  paft,  thy  Mourning's  o'er : 
"  Look  up,  for  thou  lhalt  weep  no  more." 

6  LORD,  I  believe  the  Promife  fure, 

And  truft  Thou  wilt  not  long  delay ; 
Hungry,  and  forrowful,  and  poor, 

Upon  thy  Word  myfelf  I  fray  j 
Into  thine  Hands  my  All  refign, 
And  wait — 'till  All  Thou  art  is  mine  ? 


In  TEMPTATION. 

ESU,  Lover  of  my  Soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  Bofom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  Waters  roll, 

While  the  Tempeft  ftill  is  high : 
Hide  me,  O  my  SAVIOUR,  hide, 

Till  the  Storm  of  Life  is  paft: 
Safe  into  the  Haven  guide ; 

O  receive  my  Soul  at  laft. 

2  Other  Refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  Soul  on  Thee  : 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fuppcrt,  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  Truft  on  Thee  is  itay'd; 

All  my  Help  from  Thee  I  bring  j 
Cover  my  defencelefs  Head 

With  the  Shadow  of  thy  Wing. 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  Call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  Prayer  ? 
Lo!  I  fmk,  I  faint,  I  fall— - 
Lo  f  on  1  hee  I  caft  my  Care : 

Reach 


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Reach  me  out  thy  gracious  Hand ! 

While  I  of  thy  Strength  receive, 
Hoping  againft  Hope  I  ftand, 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live! 

Thou,  O  CHRIST,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raife  the  Fallen,  chear  the  Faint, 

Heal  the  Sick,  and  lead  the  Blind. 
Juft,  and  Holy  is  thy  Name, 

I  am  all  Unrighteoufnefs,  . 
Falfe,  aad  full  of  Sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  Truth,  and  Grace. 

Plenteous  Grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  Sin ; 
Let  the  healing  Streams  abound, 

Make,  and  keep  me  pure  within: 
Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art : 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee, 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  Heart, 

Rife  to  all  Eternity? 


He  jlxill fa-ve  bis  People  from 
their  Sins.- 

1  YES  US,  in  whom  the  Godhead's  Ray? 
J      Beam  forth  with  milder  Majefty, 

I  fee  Thee  full  of  Truth  and  Grace, 
And  come  for  all  I  want  to  Thee. 

2  Wrathful,  impure,  and  proud  I  am, 

Nor  Cohflancy,  nor  Strength  I  h:: .    • 
But  thou,  O  Lord,  art  flill  the  fame, 
And  haft  not- loft  thy  Power  to  favc. 


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3  Save  me  from  Pride,  the  Plague  expell ; 

JESU,  thine  humble  Self  impart; 
O  let  thy  Mind  within  me  dwell ; 
O  give  me  Lowlinefs  of  Heart. 

4  Enter  Thyfelf,  and  caft  out  Sin ; 

Thy  Spotlefs  Purity  beftow  ; 
Touch  me,  and  make  the  Leper  clean  : 
Warn  me,  and  I  am  white  as  Snow. 

5  Fury  is  not  in  Thee,  my  GOD: 

O  why  fhou'd  it  be  found  in  Thine  ? 
Sprinkle  me,  SAVIOUR,  with  thy  Blood, 
And  all  thy  Gentlenefs  is  mine. 

6  Pour  but  thy  Blood  upon  the  Flame, 

Meek,  and  difpaflionate,  and  mild, 
The  Leopard  finks  into  a  Lamb, 
And  I  become  a  little  Child. 


CHRIST. 

TT THERE  {hall  I  lay  my  weary  Head  ? 
V  V     Where  (hall  I  hide  me  from  my  Shame  ? 
From  all  I  feel,  and  all  I  dread, 
And  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am ! 
Swift  to  outftrip  the  ftormy  Wind, 
And  leave  this  curfed  Self  behind ! 

0  the  intolerable  Load 

Of  Nature  waken'd  to  purfue, 
The  Footfteps  of  a  diftant  GOD, 

'Till  FAITH  hath  form'd  the  Soul  anew  ? 
*Tis  Death,  'tis  more  than  Death  to  Lear: 

1  cannot  live,  'till  G  O  D  is  here. 

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3  Give  me  thy  Wings,  Celeftial  Dove, 

And  help  me  from  myfelf  to  fly; 
Then  fhall  my  Soul  far  off  remove, 

The  Tempeft's  idle  Rage  defy, 
From  Sin,  .from  Sorrow,  and  from  Strife 
Efcap'd,  and  hid  in  CHRIST,  my  Life* 

4  Stranger  on  Earth,  I  fojourn  here: 

Yet,  O  !  on  Earth  i  cannot  reft, 
'Till  Thou  my  hidden  Life  appear, 

And  fweetly  take  me  to  thy  Breaft  t 
To  Thee  my  Wiflies  all  afpire, 
And  fighs  for  Thee  my  whole  Defire. 

5  Search,  and  try  out  my  panting  Heart: 

Surely,  my  LORD,  it  pants  for  Thee, 
Jealous  left  Earth  mould  claim  a  Part : 

Thine,  wholly  Thine  I  gafp  to  be  : 
Thou  know'ft  'tis  all  I  live  to  prove ; 
Thou  know'ft  I  only  want  thy  Love. 


'Tbefe  Things  were  written  for  our 
Inftruffiion. 

1  TESU,  if  ftill  Thou  art  To-day 
J      As  Yefterday  the  fame, 
Prefent  to  heal,  in  me  difplay 

The  Virtue  of  thy  Name. 

2  If  ftill  Thou  go'ft  about,  to  do 

Thy  needy  Creatures  Good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  Praile  may  mew, 
Be  all  thy  Woaders  IhewM. 

3  Now,  LORD,  to  whom  for  Help  I  call, 

Thy  Miracles  repeat  j 
With  pitying  Eyes  behold  me  fall 

A  Leper  at  thy  Feet.  4  Loath- 


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4.  Loathfome,  and  foul,  and  felf-abhor'd,  , 

I  fink  beneath  my  Sin  ; 
But  if  Thou  wilt,  a  gracious  Word  . 
Of  Thine  can  make  me  clean. 

5  Thou  fee'ft  me  deaf  to  thy  Commands, 

Open,  O  LORD,  my  Ear; 
Bid  me  flretch  out  my  wither'd  Hands, , 
And  lift  them  up  in  Prayer. 

6  Silent,  (alas !  Thou  know'ft  how  long) 

My  Voice  I  cannot  raife ; 
But  O !  when  Thou  {hah  loofe  my  Tongue, . 
The  Dumb  fhall  fing  thy  Praife. 

7  Lame  at  the  Pool  I  ftill  am  found; . 

Give  ;  and  my  Strength  employ ;  . 
Light  as  a  Hart  I  then.ihall  bound, 
The  Lame  mall  leap  for  Joy. 

8  Blind  from  my  Birth  to  Guilt,  and  Thee,, 

And  dark  I  am  within, 
The  Love  of  GOD  I  cannot  fee, 
The  Sinfulnefs  of  Sin. 

9  B,ut  Thou,  they  fay,  art  paffing  by; 

O  let  me  find  Thee  near: 

JESUS,  in  Mercy  hear  my  Cry! 

Thou  Son  .of  David 'hear  i ' 

10  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  Way 

For  Thee  the  Heavenly  Light ; 
Command  me  to-be  brought,  and  fay, 
Sinner,  receive 'thy  Sight. 

1 1  While  dead  in  Trefpaffes  I  lie, 

The  quick'hing  Spirit  give ; 
Call  me,  Thou  Son  of  GOD,  that! 
May  hear  thy  Voice,  and  live. 

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1  z  While  full  of  Angnifh  and  Difeafe, 

My  weak,  diftemper'd  Soul 
Thy  Love  compaffionately  fee?, 
6  let  it  mak«  me  whole. 

1 3  While  torn  by  Hellifh  Pride,  I  cry, 

By  Legion  Luft  poffeft, 
Son  of  the  Living  GOD,  draw  nigh, 
And  fpeak  me  into  .Reft, 

1 4  Caft  out  thy  Foes,  and  let  them  flill 

To  JESU'S  Name  fubmit  j 
Cloath  with  thy  Righteoufnefs,  and  heal, 
And  place  me  at  thy  Feet. 

J  5  TojESu's  Name  if  all  Things  now 

A  trembling  Homage  pay, 
O  let  my  ftubborn  Spirit  bow, 
My  Stiff-neck'd  Will  obey. 

* 6  Impotent,  dumb,  and  deaf,  and  blind, 

And  fick,  and  poor  I  am ; 
But  fure  a  Remedy  to  find 
For  all  in  JESU'S  Name. 

17!  know  in  Thee  all  Fulnefs  dwells,. 

And  all  for  wretched  Man ; 

Fill  every  Want  my  Spirit  feels, 

And  break  off  every  Chain. 

*8  If  Thou  impart  Thyfelf  tome, 

No  other  Good  I  need  ; 
If  Thou  the  Son  malt  make  me  free, 
I  mall  be  free  indeed. 

*9  I  cannot  reft,  till  in  thy  Blood 

I  full  Redemption  have  ; 
But  Thou,  thro'  whom  1  come  to  GOD, 

Canft  to  the  utmoft  fave.  zo  Froifc 


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20  From  Sin,  the  Guilt,  the  Power,  the  Pain, 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  Soul: 
LORD,  I  believe  j  and  not  in  vain : 
My  FAITH  fhall  make  me  whole, 

2 1  I  too  with  Thee  lhall  walk  in  White, 

With  all  thy  Saints  lhall  prove, 
What  is  the  Length,  and  Breadth,  and  Height, 
And  Depth  of  Perfect  Love. 


From  the  German. 

1  T  Thirft,  Tiou  wounded  Lamb  of  GOD, 
X  To  wafh  me  in  thy  cleanilng  Blood, 
To  dwell  within  thy  Wounds  j  then  Pain 
Is  fweet,  and  Life  or  Death  is  Gain. 

2  T?ke  my  poor  Heart,  and  let  it  be: 
For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  Thee  ! 

Seal  Thou  my  Breafl,  and  let  me  wear 
That  Pledge  of  Love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  bleft  are  they,  who  ftill  abide 
Clofe  fhelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  Side ! 

Who  Life,  and  Strength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  Thee-  move,  and  in  Thee  live ! 

4  What  are  our  Works  but  Sin  and  Death, 
'Till  Thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  giv'it  the  Power  thy  Grace  to  move— f 
O  wond'rous  Grace !  O  boundlefs  Love ! 

5  How  can  it  be>  Thou  Heavenly  King, 
That  Thou  fhould'ft  us  to  Glory  bring? 
Make  Slaves  the  Partners  of  thy  Throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  Crown. 

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6  Hence  our  Hearts  melt,  our  Eyes  o'erflow, 
Our  Words  are  loft  :  Nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  ought,  befide 

"  My  LORD,  my  Love  is  crucified." 

7  Ah  LORD!  enlarge  our  fcanty  Thought, 
To  know  the  Wonders-  Thou  hail  wrought ! 
Unloefe  our  ftamm'ring  Tongue,  to  tell 
Thy  Love,  immeme,  unfearchable ! 

8  Firft -born  of  many  Brethren  Thou! 
To  Thee,  lo !  all  our  Souls  we  bow, 

To  Thee  our  Hearts  and  Hands  we  give : 
Thine  may  we-die,  Thine  may  we  live. 


ke  RESIGNATION. 

N  D  wilt  Thou  yet  be  found  ? 
,  And  may  I  ftill  draw  near  ? 
Then  liften  to  the  plaintive  Sound 
Of  a  poor  Sinner's  Prayer. 

JESU,  Thine  Aid  afford, 
If  Hill  the  fame  Tuou  art ; 
To  Thee  I  look,  to  Thee,  my  LoRa, 
Lift  up  an  helplcfs  Heart. 

Thou  freft  iny  tortur'd  Breaft, 
The  Strugglings  of  my  Will, 
The  Foes  thai  interrupt  my  Reft, 
The  Agonies  I  feel : 

The  Daily  Death  I  prove, 
SAVIOUR,  to  T'hee  is  known j 
'Tisworfe  than  De.uh,  my  GOD  to  love, 
And  not  my  GOD  Alone, 


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My  peevifh  Paffions  chide, 
Who  only  canft  controul, 
Canft  turn  the  Stream  of  Nature's  Tide, 
And  calm  my  troubled  Soul. 

0  my  offended  LORD, 
Reftore  my  inward  Peace : 

I  know  Thou  canft :  Pronounce  the  Word, 
And  bid  the  Tempeft  ceafe. 

Abate  the  Purging  Fire, 
And  dra-vj  me  to  my  Good; 
Allay  the  Fever  of  Defire, 

By  fprinklirjg  me  with  Blood. 

1  long  to  fee  thy  Face, 
Thy  Spirit  I  implore, 

The  Living  Water  of  thy  Grace, 
That  J  may  thirft  no  more. 

When  fhall  thy  Love  conftrairt 
And  force  me  to  thy  Breaft  ? 
When  fhall  my  Soul  return  again 
To  her  Eternal  Reft  ? 

Ah  !  what  avails  my  Strife, 

My  wand' ring  to  and  fro  ? 

Thou  haft  the  Words  of  endlefs  Life, 

Ah  !  whither  mould  i  go  ? 

Thy  condefcending  Grace 
To  me  did  freely  move: 
It  calls  me  ftill  to  feek  thy  Face, 
And  ftoops  to  afk  my  Love. 

LORD,  at  thy  Feet  I  fall, 
I  groan  to  be  fet  free, 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  Call, 
And  give  up  All  for  Thee. 


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7  To  refcue  me  from  Woe, 

Thou  didft  with  all  Things  part, 
Didfl  lead  a  differing  Life  below, 
To  gain  my  worthlefs  Heart : 

My  worthlefs  Heart  to  gain, 
The  GOD  of  All  that  breathe 
Was  found  in  Fafhion  as  a  Man, 
And  died  a  curfed  Death. 

And  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  All  to  give, 
To  tear  my  Soul  from  Earth  away, 
For  JESUS  to  receive? 

Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield! 
I  can  hold  out  no  more, 
I  fink  by  dying  Love  compell'd, 
And  own  Thee  Conqueror. 

9  Tho'  late  I  all  forfake, 

My  Friends,  my  Life  refign, 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take 
And  feal  me  ever  Thine. 

Come,  and  poflefs  me  whoje, 
Nor  hence  again  remove, 
Settle,  and  fix  my  wav'ring  Soul, 
With  all  thy  Weight  of  Love. 

10          My  One  Defire  be  This, 
Thy  only  Love  to  know, 
To  feek  and  tafte  no  other  Blifs, 
No  other  Good  below. 

My  Life,  my  Portion  Thou, 
Thou  All-fufficient  art, 
My  Hope,  my  Heavenly  Treafure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  Heart. 

U  ii  Rather 


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1 1  Rather  than  let  it  burn 

For  Earth,  O  quench  its  Heat, 
Then,  when  it  would  to  Earth  return, 
O  let  it  ceafe  to  beat. 

Snatch  me  from  111  to  come, 
When  1  from  Thee  would  fly, 
O  take  my  wand'ring  Spirit  Home, 
And  grant  me  Then  to  die ! 


A  PRAYER  again/I  the  Power 
of  Sin. 

That  Thou  would'ft  the  Heavens  rent, 

In  Majefly  come  down, 
Stretch  out  thine  Arm  Omnipotent, 
And  feize  me  for  Thine  own ! 

2  Defcend,   and  let  thy  Lightning  burn 

The  Stubble  of  thy  Foe; 
My  Sins  overturn,  o'erturn,  overturn, 
And  let  the  Mountains  flow. 

3  Thou  my  impetuous  Spirit  guide, 

And  curb  my  headitrong  Will : 
Thou  only  canit drive  back  the  Tide, 
And  bid  the  Sun  iland  Ml. 

4.  What  tho'  I  cannot  "break  my  Chain, 

Or  e'er  throw  off  my  Load, 
The  Things  impoffible  to  Men. 
Are  poflible  to  G  O  D. 

r  Is  any  Tiling  too  hard  for  Thee, 

Almighty  LORD  of  all, 
Whofe  threatning  Looks  dry  up  the  Sea, 
And  make  the  Mountains  fall  ? 

6  Who, 


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6  Who,  who  fhall  in  thy  Prefence  (land, 

And  match  Omnipotence, 
Ungrafp  the  Hold  of  thy  Right-Hand , 
Or  pluck  the  Sinner  thence  ? 

7  Sworn  to  deftroy  let  Earth  affail, 

Nearer  to  fave  Thou  art, 
Stronger  than  all  the  Powers  of  Hell, 
And  greater  than  my  Heart. 

8  Lo !  to  the  Hills  I  lift  mine  Eye, 

Thy  promised  Aid  1  claim, 
Father  of  Mercies,  glorify 
Thy  fav'rite  JESU'S  Name. 

9  Salvation  in  that  Name  is  found, 

Balm  of  my  Grief,  and  Care, 
A  Med'cine  for  my  every  Wound, 
All,  all  I  want  is  There. 

10  JESU!  REDEEMER,  SAVIOUR,  LORD, 

The  weary  Sinner's  Friend, 
Come  to  my  Help,  pronounce  the  Word, 
And  bid  my  Troubles  end. 

1 1  Deliverance  to  my  Soul  proclaim, 

And  Life,  and  Liberty, 
Shed  forth  the  Virtue  of  thy  Name, 
And  JESUS  prove  to  me. 

i  z  Faith  to  be  heal'd  Thou  know'ft  I  have, 

For  Thou  that  Faith  haft  given : 
Thou  canft,  Thou  Canft  the  Sinner  fave, 
And  make  me  meet  for  Heaven. 

1 3  Thou  canft  overcome  this  Heart  of  mine  i 

Thou  wilt  vi&orious  prove, 
For  Everlafting  Strength-is  Thine, 
And  Everlafting  Love. 

U  z  14  Thy 


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1 4  Thy  Powerful  Spirit  fhall  fubdue 

Unconquerable  Sin; 

Cleanfe  this  foul  Heart,  and  make  it  new, 
And  write  thy  Law  within. 

1 5  Bound  down  with  twice  ten  thoufand  Ties, 

Yet  let  me  hear  thy  Call, 
My  Soul  in  Confidence  fhall  rife, 
Shall  rife,  and  break  thro'  all. 

1 6  Speak,  and  the  Deaf  fhall  hear  thy  Voice, 

The  Blind  his  Sight  receive, 
The  Dumb  in  Songs  of  Praife  rejoice, 
The  Heart  of  Stone  believe. 

j  7  The  Etbiop  then  fhall  change  his  Skin, 

The  Dead  fhall  feel  thy  Power, 
The  loathfome  Leper  fhall  be  clean, 
And  i  fhall  fin  no  more ! 


After  a  Relapfe  into  Sin. 

E  P  TH  of  Mercy !  Can  there  be 
Mercy  ftill  referv'd  for  me  ! 
Can  my  GOD  his  Wrath  forbear, 
Me,  the  Chief  of  Sinners  fpare ! 

2  I  have  long  withftood  his  Grace, 
Long  provok'd  Him  to  his  Face, 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  Calls, 
Griev'd  Him  by  a  thoufand  Falls. 

3  I  my  Mafter  have  denied, 
1  afrefh  have  crucified, 

Oft  profan'd  his  Hallow'd  Name, 
Put  Him  to  an  open  Shame. 

4  I  have  fpilt  his  precious  Blood, 
Trampled  on  the  Son  of  GOD, 


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Fill'd  with  Pangs  unfpeakable, 
I  who  yet  am  not  in  HtlL 

5  Lo !  I  cumber  ftill  the  Ground ! 
Lo !  an  Advocate  is  found, 

' '  Haften  not  to  cut  him  down, 
*  *  Let  this  barren  Soul  alone. 

6  JESUS  fpeaks,  and  pleads  his  Blood, 
He  difarms  the  Wrath  of  GOD, 
Now  my  Father's  Bowels  move, 
Juflice  lingers  into  Love. 

7  Kindled  his  Relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  fpare, 
Cries,  "  Howjhall  Igivetheeup?" 
Lets  the  lifted  Thunder  drop. 

g  Whence  to  me  this  wafte  of  Love  ? 
Afk  my  Advocate  above, 
See  the  Caufe  in  JESU'S  Face, 
Now  before  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

q  There  for  me  the  SAVIOUR  (lands, 

Shews  his  Wounds,  and  fpreads  his  Hands, 
GOD  is  LOVE  :   1  know,  I  feel, 
JESUS  weeps!  and  loves  me  ftill! 

10  JESUS!  anfwer from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  Nature  Love  [ 
Wilt  Thou  not  the  Wrong  forget, 
Suffer  me  to  kifs  thy  Feet  ? 

11  If  I  rightly  read  thy  Heart, 
If  Thou  all  Compaffion  art, 
Bow  Thine  Ear,  in  Mercy  bow, 
Pardon,  and  accept  me  now. 

1 2  Pity  from  Thine  Eye  let  fall  \ 
By  a  Look  my  Soul  recall, 

U  3  Now 


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Now  the  Stone  to  Flefti  convert, 
Caft  a  Look  and  breal^my  Heart. 

1 3  Now  incline  me  to  repent, 
Let  me  now  my  Fall  lament; 
Now  my  foul  Revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  fin  no  more. 


Written  in  Strefs  of  Temptation. 

1  ~T  A  M  the  Man,  who  long  have  known 
J,     The  Fiercenefs  of  Temptation's  Rage  ! 
And  ftill  to  GOD  for  Help  I  groan: 

When  mail  my  Groans  his  Help  engage  ? 

2  Out  of  the  Deep  on  CHRIST  I  call, 

In  Bitternefs  of  Spirit  cry ; 
Broken  upon  that  Stone  I  fall ; 
I  fall;  the  Chief  of  Sinners  I! 

5  SAVIOUR  of  Men,  my  fad  Complaint 

Let  me  into  thy  Bofom  pour : 
Beneath  my  Load  of  Sin  I  faint, 
And  Hell  is  ready  to  devour. 

A   A  Devil  to  myfelf  I  am, 

Yet  cannot  'fcape  the  Flefh  I  tear, 

Beaft,  Fiend,  and  Legion  is  my  Name, 

My  Lot  the  Blacknefs  of  Defpair. 

f  Why  then  in  this  unequal  Strife, 

To  Tophet's  utmoft  Margin  driven, 
Still  gafps  my  parting  Soul  for  Life, 

Nor  quite  gives  up  her  Claim  to  Heaven? 

£  Why  hopes  for  Help  my  drooping  Heart, 

(Hopes  againft  Hope)  when  none  is  nigh  ? 
J  cannot  from  my  LORD  depart, 

But  kifs  the  Feet  at  which  I  die.  7  My 


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7  My  LORD,  (I  ftill  will  call  Thee  mine, 

Till  fentenc'd  to  Eternal  Pain ;) 
Thou  wouldeft  not  thy  Cup  decline, 
The  Vengeance  due  to  guilty  Man. 

&  My  Sufferings  all  to  Thee  are  known, 

Tempted  in  every  Point  like  me : 
Regard  my  Griefs,  regard  thine  own : 
JESU,  remember  Gal-vtvy  ! 

9  O  call  to  Mind  thine  earneft  Prayers, 
Thine  Agony  and  Sweat  of  Blood, 
Thy  ftrong  and  bitter  Cries  and  Tears, 

Thy  mortal  Groan,  MY  GOD,  My  GOD  f 

10  For  whom  didft  Thou  the  Crofs  endure?] 

Who  nail'd  thy  Body  to  the  Tree  ? 
Did  not  thy  Death  my  Life  procure? 
O  let  thy  Bowels  anfwer  me  ! 

1 1  Art  Thou  not  touch'd  with  Human  Woe  ?" 

Hath  Pity  left  the  Son  of  Man? 
Doft  Thou  not  all  our  Sorrow  know, 
And  claim  a  Share  in  all  our  Pain? 

1 2  Canft  Thou  forget  thy  Days  of  Flefh  ? 

Canft  Thou  my  Miferies  not  feel? 
Thy  tender  Heart  it  bleeds  afrefh ! 
It  bleeds !  and  Thou  art  JESUS  ftillf 

13  I  feel,  I  feel  Thee  now  the  fame,. 

Kindled  thy  kind  Relentings  are  ; 
Thefe  Meltings  from  thy  Bowels  came,. 
Thy  Spirit  groan'd  this  inward  Prayer. 

14  Thy  Prayer  is  heard,  thy  Will  is  done  ? 

Light  in  thy  Light  at  length  I  fee ; 
Thou  wilt  preferve  my  Soul  Thine  own, 
And  (hew  forth  all  thy  Power  in  me. 

15  My 


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I  5  My  Peace  returns,  my  Fears  retire, 

I  find  Thee  lifting  up  my  Head, 

Trembling  I  now  to  Heaven  afpire, 

And  hear  the  Voice  that  wakes  the  Dead. 

1 6  Have  I  not  heard,  have  I  not  known, 

That  Thou  the  Everlafting  LORD, 
Whom  Earth  and  Heaven  their  Maker  own, 
Art  always  faithful  to  thy  Word? 

1 7  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruifed  Reed, 

Or  quench  the  fainteft  Spark  of  Grace, 
'Till  thro'  the  Soul  thy  Power  is  fpread, 
Thine  All-vidorious  Righteoufnefs. 

1 8  With  Labour  faint  Thou  wilt  not  fail, 

Or  wearied  give  the  Sinner  o'er, 
'Till  in  this  Earth  thy  Judgment  dwell, 
And  born  of  GOD  I  fin  no  more. 

1 9  The  Day  of  fmall  and  feeble  Things 

I  know  Thou  never  wilt  defpife ; 
I  know,  with  Healing  in  his  Wings, 
The  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  (hall  rife. 

20  My  Heart  Thou  wilt  anew  create, 

The  Fulnefs  of  thy  Spirit  give  : 
In  ftedfaft  Hope  for  this  I  wait, 
And  confident  in  CHRIST  believe. 


MlCAH  VI.  6,    &C.' 

WHEREWITH,  O  GOD,  (hall  I  draw  near, 
And  bow  my  felf  before  thy  Face  ? 
How  in  thy  purer  Eyes  appear  ? 
-  What  ftull  I  bring  to  gain  thy  Grace  ? 

2    Will 


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2  Will  Gifts  delight  the  LORD  moft  High  ? 

Will  multiplied  Oblations  pleafe  ? 
Thoufands  of  Rams  His  Favour  buy, 
Or  flaughter'd  Hecatombs  appeafe  ? 

3  Can  thefe  afluage  the  Wrath  of  GOD  ? 

Can  thefe  warn  out  my  guilty  Stain  ? 
Rivers  of  Oil  and  Seas  of  Blood  ! 
Alas !  they  all  muft  flow  in  vain. 

4.  Shall  I  my  darling  Ifaac  give, 

What  e'er  is  deareft  in  my  Eyes  ? 
Wilt  Thou  my  Soul  and  Flem  receive 
An  Holy,  Living  Sacrifice  ? 

5  Who  e'er  to  Thee  themfelves  approve, 

Muft  take  the  Path  thy  Word  has  fhew'd, 
Juftice  purfue,  and  Mercy  love, 

And  humbly  walk  by  FAITH  with  GOD. 

6  But  tho'  my  Life  henceforth  be  Thine, 

Future  for  Paftcan  ne'er  atone  j 
Tho'  I  to  Thee  the  whole  refign, 
I  only  give  Thee  back  thine  own. 

7  My  Hand  performs  >  my  Heart  afpires : 

But  Thou  my  Works  haft  wrought  in  me  i 
I  render  Thee  thine  own  Defires, 

J  breathe  what  firft  were  breath'd  from  Thee. 

8  What  have  I  then  wherein  to  truft  ? 

I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am  : 
Excluded  is  my  every  Boaft, 

My  Glory  fwallow'd  up  in  Shame. 

9  Guilty  I  ftand  before  thy  Face  ; 

I  feel  on  me  thy  Wrath  abide : 
'Tis  juft  the  Sentence  mould  take  Place: 
'Tis  juft— but  O !  thy  Son  hath  died! 

10  JESU& 


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10  JESUS,  the  Lamb  of  GOD,  hath  bled, 

He  bore  our  Sins  upon  the  Tree, 
Beneath  our  Curfe  He  bpw'd  his  Head, 
'Tis  FINISHED!  He  hath  died  for  me  ? 

1 1  For  me,  J  now  believe  he  died : 

He  made  my  every  Crime  his  own, 
Fully  for  me  He  fatisfied : 

Father,  well  pleas'd  behold  thy  Son  ! 

1 2  See  where  before  thy  Throne  He  flands, 

And  pours  the  All-prevailing  Prayer, 
Points  to  his  Side,  and  lifts  his  Hands, 
And  mews  that  I  am  graven  there  . 

1 3  He  ever  lives  for  me  to  pray ; 

He  prays,  that  I  with  Him  may  reign  : 
Amen  to  what  my  LORD  doth  fay ! 
JESU,  Thou  canft  not  pray  in  vain. 


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AND 

SACRED  POEMS. 

P  A  R  T  IV. 
REDEMPTION  Jound. 

From  the  German. 

Ow  I  have  found  the  Ground,  wherein 
Sure  my  Soul's  Anchor  may  remain, 

The  Wounds  of  JESUS,  for  my  Sin 
Before  the  World's  Foundation  {lain: 

Whofe  Mercy  (hall  unfhaken  ftay, 
When  Heaven  and  Earth  are  fled  away. 

2  Father,  Thine  Everlafting  Grace 

Our  fcanty  Thought  furpalTes  far: 
Thy  Heart  ftill  melts  with  Tendernefs, 

Thy  Arms  of  Love  ftill  open  are 
Returning  Sinners  to  receive, 

That  Mercy  they  may  tafte,  and  live. 

3  O  Love,  thou  bottomlefs  Abyfs ! 

My  Sins  are  fwallow'd  up  in  Thee : 
Cover'd  is  my  Unrighteoufnefs, 

Nor  Spot  of  Guilt  remains  in  me, 
While  JESU'S  Blood  thro1  Earth  and  Skies, 

Mercy,  free,  boundlefs  Mercy  cries ! 

4.  With 


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4.  With  Faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  Sea ; 

Here  is  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Reft? 
Hither,  when  Hell  aflails,  1  flee, 

I  look  into  my  SAVIOUR'S  Breaflj 
Away,  fad  Doubt,  and  anxious  Fear ! 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

5  Tho'  Waves  and  Storms  go  o'er  my  Head, 

Tho1  Strength,  and  Health,  andFriends  begone, 
Tho'  Joys  be  wither 'd  all,  and  dead, 

Tho'  every  Comfort  be  withdrawn, 
On  this  my  ftedfaft  Soul  relies, 
Father,  thy  Mercy  never  dies. 

6  Fix'd  on  this  Ground  will  I  remain, 

Tho'  my  Heart  fail,  and  Flefh  decay  : 
This  Anchor  {hall  my  Soul  fuftain, 

When  Earth's  Foundations  melt  away  ; 
Mercy's  full  Power  I  then  fhall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  Everlafting  Love. 


From  the  fame. 

1  T  TOLY  Lamb,  who  Thee  receive, 

L~X  Who  in  Thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  Night  they  cry  to  Thee, 
As  Thou  art,  fo  let  us  be. 

2  JE  s  u ,  fee  my  panting  Bread ; 
See,  I  pant  in  Thee  to  reft .' 
Gladly  wou'd  I  now  be  clean  : 
Cleanfe  me  now  from  every  Sin. 

3  Fix,  O  fix  my  wavering  Mind  ; 
To  thy  Crofs  my  Spirit  bind  ; 
Earthly  Paflions  far  remove  : 
Swallow  up  our  Souls  in  Love. 

4  Duft 


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4  Dufl  and  Afhes  tho'  we  be, 
Full  of  Guilt  and  Mifery, 

Thine  we  are,  Thou  Son  of  GOD  : 
Take  the  Purchafe  of  thy  Blood. 

5  Who  in  Heart  on  Thee  believes, 
He  th'  Atonement  now  receives  : 
He  with  Joy  beholds  thy  Face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pard'ning  Grace. 

6  See,  ye  Sinners,  fee  the  Flame 
Rifmg  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Marks  the  new,  the  living  Way, 
Leading  to  Eternal  Day ! 

7  JESU,  when  this  Light  we  fee, 
All  our  Soul's  athiril  for  Thee : 
When  thy  quick'ning  Power  we  prove, 
All  our  Heart  diflblves  in  Love. 

8  Boundlefs  Wifdom,  Power  Divine, 
Love  unfpeakable  are  Thine : 
Praife  by  All  to  Thee  be  given, 
Sons  of  Earth  and  Hofts  of  Heaven  ! 


CHRIST  our  Wifdom. 

T%  ft  A  D  E  unto  me,  O  LORD,  my  GOD, 
1VJL     Wifdom  Divine  Thou  art : 
Thy  Light,  which  firft  my  Darknefs  fhew'd, 
Still  fearches  out  my  Heart. 


W  2  Thy 


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2  Thy  Spirit,  breathing  in  the  Word, 

Gave  me  myfelf  to  fee, 
Fallen,  till  by  thy  Grace  reftor'd, 
And  Loit,  till  found  in  Thee. 

3  JESUS,  of  all  my  Hopes  the  Ground, 

Thro'  Thee  thy  Name  I  know, 
The  only  Name  where  Health  is  found, 
Whence  Life  and  Bleflings  flow. 

4  'Tis  now  by  Faith's  enlighten'd  Eye 

I  fee  thy  ftrange  Deiign, 
See  the  GOD-Man  come  down  to  die, 
That  GOD  may  All  be  mine! 

5  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  I  now  receive 

Thy  Unclion  from  above, 
Divinely  taught  in  Thee  believe, 
And  learn  the  Lore  of  Love. 

6  Still  with  thy  Grace  anoint  mine  Eyes, 

Throughout  my  Darknefs  {hine  j 
O  make  me  to  Salvation  wife : 
My  All  be  ever  Mine  ! 


CHRIST  our  Righteoitfnefs. 

i    TE  SU,  Thou  art  my  Righteoufnefs, 
J      For  all  my  Sins  were  Thine  : 
Thy  Death  hath  bought  of  GOD  my  Peace, 
Thy  Life  hath  made  Him  mine. 

t  Spotlefs,  and  Juft  in  Thee  I  am  ; 

I  Feel  my  Sins  forgiven ; 

!•  taile  Salvation  in  thy  Name, 

And  antedate  my  Heaven. 


3  For 


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3  For  ever  here  my  Reft  mall  be, 

Clofe  to  thy  bleeding  Side  ; 
This  all  my  Hope  and  all  my  Plea, 
For  me  the  SAVIOUR  died  ! 


4  My  Dying  SAVIOUR,  a»d  my 

Fountain  for  Guilt,   and  Sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  Blood, 
And  cleanfe,  and  keep  me  clean, 

5  Wafh  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own 

Wafh  me,  and  mine  Thou  art  ; 
Wafh  me,  but  not  my  Feet  alone, 
My  Hands,  my  Head,  my  Heart. 

6  Th'  Atonement  of  thy  Blood  apply, 

Till  Faith  to  Sight  improve, 
Till  Hope  fhall  in  Fruition  die, 
And  all  my  Soul  be  Love. 


CHRIST  our  Santtification, 

E  S  U,  my  Life,  Thy felf  apply, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  breathe, 
My  vile  Affections  crucify, 
Conform  me  to  thy  Death. 

2  Conqu'ror  of  Hell,  and  Earth,  and  Sin, 

Still  with  thy  Rebel  ftrive, 
Enter  my  Soul,  and  work  within, 
And  kill,  and  make  alive. 

3  More  of  thy  Life,  and  more  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies  : 
Bury  me,  SAVIOUR,  in  thy  Grave, 
That  I  with  Thee  may  rife. 

W  2  4  Reign 


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4  Reign  in  me,  LORD,  Thy  Foes  controul, 

Who  would  not  own  thy  Sway  ; 
Diffufe  thine  Image  thro'  my  Soul  j 
Shine  to  the  Perfeft  Day. 

5  Scatter  the  laft  Remains  of  Sin, 

And  feal  me  Thine  Abode  ; 
O  make  me  Glorious  all  within, 
A  Temple  built  by  GOD. 

6  My  Inward  Holinefs  Thou  art, 

For  Faith  hath  made  Thee  mine  : 
With  all  thy  Fulnefs  fill  my  Heart, 
Till  all  I  am  is  Thine  ! 


CHRIST  our  Redemption. 


1  /-f-^HEE,  O  my  great  Deliverer,  Thee 

JL        My  Ranfom  I  adore, 
Thy  Death  from  Hell  hath  fet  me  free, 
And  I  am  damn'd  no  more. 

2  In  Thee  I  fure  Redemption  have, 

The  Pardon  of  my  Sin  ; 
Thy  Blood  I  find  mighty  to  fave  ; 
Thy  Blood  hath  made  me  clean. 

3  I  feel  the  Power  of  JESU'S  Name, 

It  breaks  the  Captive's  Chain  ; 
And  Men  oppofe,  and  Fiends  exclaim, 
And  Sin  fubn'fts  in  vain. 

4  Redeemed  from  Sin,  its  Guilt  and  Power 

My  Soul  in  Faith  defies  : 
But  O  !  I  wait  the  welcome  Hour, 
When  this  frail  Body  dies. 

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5  Come  Thou,  my  dear  Redeemer,  come, 

Let  me  my  Life  refign, 
O  take  thy  Ranfom'd  Servant  home, 
And  make  me  wholly  Thine. 

6  Fully  redecm'd  I  fain  would  rife 

In  Soul  and  Body  free, 
And  mount  to  meet  Thee  in  the  Skies, 
And  ever  reign  with  Thee. 


It  is  very  meet,  right,  and  our  boun- 
den .  Duty,  that  ive  fhould  at  all 
ffitnes,  and  in  all  Places,  give 
thanks  unto  ¥hee,  O  LORD,  Holy 
Father,  Almighty,  Ev 
GOD. 

j   T%  JT  E  E  T  and  right  it  is  to  fing 
J[VJL  Glory  to  our  GOD  and  King-, 
Meet  in  every  Time,  and  Place, 
Right  to  fhew  forth  all  thy  Praife. 

2  Sing  we  now  in  Duty  bound, 
Eccho  the  triumphant  Sound, 
Publifh  it  thro'  Earth  abroad, 
Praife  the  Everlafting  GOD. 

«  Praifes  here  to  Thee  we  give, 
Here  our  open  Thanks  receive,  . 
Holy  Father,  fovereign  LORD,. 
Always,  every  where  ador'd. 

4  Sons  of  Belial,  hear  the  Cry, 
Loud  as  ye  our  GOD  defy ; 
You  can  ihout  in  Satan1:,  Name, 
Shall  not  We  our  GOD  proclaim  ? 
W  3 


242.    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS, 

5  You  can  brave  th'  Eternal  Laws, 
Zealous  in  your  Matter's  Caufe  j 
JESU,  fhall  Thy  Servants  be 
Lefs  refolv'd  and  bold  for  Thee  ? 

6  No,  tho'  Men  and  Fiends  exclaim, 
Sing  we  ftill  in  JESU'S  Name  ; 
JESUS  will  we  ever  blefs, 

Thee  before  thy  Foes  confefs. 

7  Silent  have  we  been  too  long, 
Aw'd  by  Earth's  rebellious  Throng.; 
Shou'd  we  ftill  to  fing  deny, 

LORD,  the  very  Stones  wou'd  cry  ! 


F 


HYMN  to  the  TRINITY. 

'OUNTAIN  of  Deity, 
Father,  all  hail  to  Thee ! 
Ever  equally  ador'd, 

Hail  the  Spirit,  and  the  Son, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  LORD, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One. 


ANOTHER. 

SING  we  to  our  GOD  above 
Praife,  Eternal  as  His  Love  : 
Praife  Him,  all  ye  Heavenly  Hofl, 
FATHER,  SON.,  and  HOLY  GHOST. 


F 


ANOTHER. 

1  AT  HER  live,  by  all  Things  fear'd  ; 
Live  the  Son,  alike  rever'dj 

Equally 


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Equally  be  Thou  ador'd, 
HOLY  GHOST,  Eternal  LORD. 

Three  in  Perfon,  One  in  Power, 
Thee  we  worfhip  evermore : 
Praife  by  All  to  Thee  be  given, 
Endlefs  Theme  of  Earth  and  Heaven. 


ANOTHER. 

RAISE  be  to  the  Father  given  ; 

CHRIST  He  gave  Us  to  iave. 
Now  the  Heirs  of  Heaven. 


2  Pay  we  equal  Adoration 

To  the  Son :  He  alone 
Wrought  out  our  Salvation. 

3  Glory  to  th'  Eternal  Spirit ! 

Us  He  feals,  CHRIST  reveals, 
And  applies  His  Merit. 

4  Worfhip,  Honour,  Thanks  and  Bleffing,. 

One  and  Three,  Give  we  Thee, 
Never,  never  ceafing. 


ANOTHER. 

GOD,  who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
\^     To  his  dear  Son,  who  deign'd  to  die 
Our  Guilt  and  Mifery  to  remove, 
To  that  bleft  Spi'rit  who  Life  imparts, 
Who  rules  in  all  Believing  Hearts, 
Be  endlefs  Glory,  Praiie,  and  Love. 

ANOTHER. 


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ANOTHER. 

1  T    ET  Heaven  and  Earth  agree 

1  j  The  Father's  Praife  to  fing, 
Who  draws  us  to  the  Son,  that  He 
May  us  to  Glory  bring. 

2  Honour  and  endlefs  Love, 
Let  GOD  the  Son  receive, 

Who  faves  us  here,  and  prays  above, 
That  we  with  Him  may  live. 

3  Be  everlafting  Praife. 

To  GOD  the  Spirit  given, 
Who  now  attefts  us  Sons  of  Grace, 
And  feals  us  Heirs  o.f  Heaven. 

4.       Drawn,  and  redeemed,  and  feal'd, 

We'll  fing  the  One  and  Three, 
With  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  fill'd 
To  all  Eternity. 


ANOTHER. 

1  "|>ATHER  of  Mankind,  Be  ever  ador'dr 

_£/     Thy  Mercy  we  find,  In  fending  our  LORD 
To  ranfom  and  blefs  us :  Thy  Goodnefs  we  praife, 
For  fending  in  JESUS  Salvation  by  Grace  ,^ 

2  O  Son  of  his  Love,  Who  deignedfl  to  die, 
Our  Carfe  to  remove,  Our  Pardon  to  buy  ; 
Accept  our  Thankfgiving,  Almighty  to  fave> 
Who  openeft  Heaven,  To  All  that  believe. 

j  O  Spirit  of  Love,  Of  Health,  and  of  Power, 
Thy  Working  we  prove,  Thy  Grace  we  adore  ; 

Whofe 


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[Bleed, 

Whofe  inward  Revealing  Applies  our  LORD'S 
Attefting,  and  fealing  Us  Children  of  G  O  D. 


or  the  Kingfwood  Colliers,. 


L  O  R  Y  to  GOD,  whofe  fovereign  Grace 

Hath  animated  fenfelefs  Stones, 
Call'd  us  to  ftand  before  his  Face, 
And  rais'd  us  into  Abraham's  Sons. 

2  The  People  that  in  Darknefs  lay, 

In  Sin  and  Error's  deadly  Shade,. 
Have  feen  a  glorious  Gofpel  Day, 
In  JESU'S  lovely  Face  difplay'd. 

5  Thou  only,  LORD,  the  Work  haft  done,. 
And  bar'd  Thine  Arm  in  all  our  Sight,. 
Haft  made  the  Reprobates  thine  own, 
Andclaim'd  the  Outcafts  as  thy  Right. 

4  Thy  Single  Arm,  Almighty  LORD, 

To  us  the  great  Salvation  brought, 
Thy  Word,  thine  All-creating  Word, 

That  fpake  at  firft  the  World  from  Nought. 

5  For  this  the  Saints  lift  up  their  Voice, 

And  ceafelefs  praife  to  Thee  is  given, 
For  this  the  Hofts  above  rejoyce  : 
We  raife  the  Happinefs  of  Heaven. 

6  For  this,  no  longer  Sons  of  Night, 

To  Thee  our  Thanks  and  Hearts  we  give  t 
To  Thee  who  call'd  us  into  Light, 
To  Thee  we  die,  to  Thee  we  live. 

7  Suffice, 


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7  Suffice,  that  for  the  Seafon  paft, 

Hell's  horrid  Language  fill'd  our  Tongues, 
We  all  thy  Words  behind  us  caft, 

And  lewdly  fang  the  Drunkard's  Songs. 

8  But  O  the  Power  of  Grace  Divine  f 

"  In  Hyms  we  now  our  Voices  raife, 
Loudly  in  ftrange  Hofannahs  join, 
And  Blafphemies  are  turn'd  to  Praife ! 

9  Praife  GOD,  from  whom  all  Bleffings  flow, 
Praife  Him  all  Creatures  here  below, 
Praife  Him  above,  ye  Heavenly  Hoft, 
Praife  FATHER,  SON,  and  HOLY  GHOST. 


70  be  fung  while  at  Work. 

1  f~~*  IVE  we  to  the  LORD  above 

V_T  Bleffing,  Honour,  Praife,  and  Love, 
To  the  G  O  D  that  loos'd  our  Tongue 
Sing  we  an  unwonted  Song. 

2  He  to  us  hath  come  unfought, 

Us  hath  out  of  Darknefs  brought, , 
Darknefs  fuch  as  Devils  feel, 
Iffuing  from  the  Pit  of  Hell. 

3  Had  He  not  in  Mercy  fpar'd, 
Hell  had  been  our  fure  Reward ; . 
There  we  had  receiv'd  our  Hire, , 
Few  el  of  Eternal  Fire. 

4  But  we  now  extol  his  Name, 
Pluck'd  as  Firebrands  from  the  Flame, , 
Proofs  of  his  unbounded  Grace, 
Monuments  of  endlefs  Praife. 

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5  We  are  now  in  JESUS  found, 
With  his  Praife  let  Earth  refound, 
Tell  it  out  thro'  all  her  Caves, 
JESU'S  Name  the  Sinner  faves ! 

6  With  his  Blood  He  us  hath  bought, 
His  we  Are,  who  once  were  not ; 
Far,  as  Hell  from  Heaven,  remov'd, 
He  hath  call'd  us  His  Belov'd. 

7  Sing  we  then  with  one  accord 
Praifes  to  our  loving  LORD, 
Who  the  Stone  to  Flefh  converts, 
Let  us  give  Him  all  our  Hearts. 

8  Harder  were  they  than  the  Rock, 
Till  they  felt  his  Mercy's  Stroke, 
Gufhing  Streams  did  then  arife 
From  the  Fountains  of  our  Eyes. 

9  Never  let  them  ceafe  to  flow, 
Since  we  now  our  JESUS  know, 
Let  us,  'till  we  meet  above, 

Sing,  and  pray,  and  weep,  and  love. 


ISAJAH    XXXV. 

E  A  v  E N  t  Y  Father,  Sovereign  LORD, 
Ever  faithful  to  thy  Word, 
Humbly  we  our  Seal  fet  to, 
Teftify  that  Thou  art  True. 

2  Lo !  for  us  the  Wilds  are  glad, 
All  in  chearful  Green  array 'd, 
Opening  Sweets  they  all  difclofe ; 
Bud,  and  bloflbm  as  the  Rofe. 

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3  Hark  f  the  Waftes  have  found  a  Voice, 
Lonely  Dafarts  now  rejoice, 
Gladfom  Hallelujahs  fmg, 

All  around  with  Praifes  ring. 

4  Lo,  abundantly  they  bloom, 
Lebanon  is  hither  come, 

Carmefs  Stores  the  Heavens  drlpenfe, 
Sharon's  fertile  Excellence. 

5  See  thefe  barren  Souls  of  ours 

Bloom,  and  put  forth  Fruits  and  Flowers* 
Flowers  of  Eden,  Fruits  of  Grace, 
Peace,  and  Joy,  and  Righteoufnefs, 

6  We  behold  (the  Abjeds  We) 
CHRIST  th'  Incarnate  Deity, 
CHRIST  in  whom  thy  Glories  mine, 
Excellence  of  Strength  Divine. 

7  Ye  that  tremble  at  his  Frown, 

He  fhall  lift  your  Hands  cafl  down  ; 
CHRIST  who  all  your  Weaknefs  fees, 
He  fhall  prop  your  feeble  Knees. 

8  Ye  of  fearful  Hearts  be  ftrong, 
JESUS  will  not  tarry  long ; 

Fear  not,  left  his  Truth  fhould  fail, 
JESUS  is  unchangeable. 

9  GOD,  your  GOD  fhall  furely  come, 
Quell  your  Foes,  and  feal  their  Doom, 
He  mall  come,  and  fave  you  too  : 
We,  O  LORD,  have  found  Thee  true. 

I  o  Blind  we  were,  but  now  we  fee : 
Deaf;  we  hearken  now  to  Thee : 
Dumb  ;  for  Thee  our  Tongues  employ : 
Lame ;  and  lo,  we  leap  for  Joy  ! 

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1 1  Faint  we  were,  and  parch'd  with  Drought, 
Water  at  thy  Word  guth'd  out, 

Streams  of  Grace  our  Thirft  refrefh, 
Starting  from  the  Wildernefs. 

1 2  Still  we  gafp  thy  Grace  to  know ; 
Here  for  ever  let  it  flow, 

Make  the  thirfty  Land  a  Pool, 
Fix  the  Spirit  in  our  Soul. 

1 3  Where  the  ancient  Dragon  lay, 
Open  for  Thyfelf  a  Way, 
7'here  let  holy  Tempers  rife, 
All  the  Fruits  of  Paradife. 

14  Lead  us  in  the  Way  of  Peace, 
In  the  Path  of  Righteoufnefs, 
Never  by  the  Sinner  trod, 

Till  he  fcels  thy  cleanfmg  Blood. 

1 5  There  the  Simple  cannot  ftray, 
Babes,  tho'  blind,  may  find  the  Way, 
Find,  nor  ever  thence  depart, 

Safe  in  Lowlinefs  of  Heart. 

1 6  Far  from  Fear,  from  Danger  far, 
No  devouring  Beaft  is  there  ; 
There  the  Humble  walk  fecure, 
GOD  hath  made  their  Footfleps  fare. 

17  JESV,  mighty  to  redeem, 

Let  our  Lot  be  caft  with  Them, 
Far  from  Earh  our  Souls  remove, 
Ranfom'd  by  thy  dying  Love. 

18  Leave  us  not  below  to  mourn, 
Fain  we  would  to  Thee  return, 
Crown'd  with  Righteoufnefs  arife, 
Far  above  thefe  nether  Skies. 

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19  Come,  and  all  our  Sorrows  chace, 
Wipe  the  Tears  from  every  Face, 
Gladnefs  let  us  now  obtain, 
Partners  of  thine  endlefs  Reign. 

20  Death  the  lateft  Foe  deftroy  ; 
Sorrow  then  {hall  yeid  to  Joy, 
Gloomy  Grief  mail  flee  away  ; 
Swallow' d  up  in  endlefs  Day. 


For  ^MINISTER. 

1  \    H  !  my  dear  Mailer  !  Can  it  be 
Ji\,  That  I  mould  lofe  by  ferving  Thee  ? 
In  feeking  Souls  mould  lofe  my  own, 

And  others  fave,  my  felf  undone  ? 

2  Yet  am  I  loft  (fhould'ft  Thou  depart)     . 
Betray 'd  by  this  Deceitful  Heart, 
Deftroy'd,  if  Thou  my  Labour  blefs, 
And  ruin'd  by  my  own  Succefs. 

3  Hide  me  !  if  Thou  refufe  to  hide, 
I  fall  a  Sacrifice  to  Pride : 

I  cannot  fhun  the  Fowler's  Snare, 
The  Fiery  Teft  I  cannot  bear. 

4  Helplefs  to  Thee  for  Aid  I  cry, 
Unable  to  refift,    or  fly  : 

I  muft  not,  LORD,  the  Taflc  decline, 
For  All  I  have,  and  Am  is  Thine. 

5  And  well  Thou  know'ft  I  did  not  feek, 
Uncall'd  of  GOD,  for  GOD  to  fpeak, 
The  dreadful  Charge  I  fought  to  flee, 

"  Send  whom  Thou  wilt,  but  fend  not  me." 

6  Long 


HYMNS  at:d  SACRED  POEMS. 

6  Long  did  my  Coward  Flefh  delay, 
And  ftill  I  tremble  to  obey, 

Thy  Will  be  done,  I  faintly  cry, 
But  rather  —  fuffer  me  to  die. 

7  Ah  !  refcue  me  from  Earth  and  Sin, 
Fightings  without,  and  Fears  within, 
More,  more  than  Hell  myfelf  I  dread, 
Ah  !  cover  my  defenceless  Head  ! 

8  Surely  Thou  wilt.   Thou  canft  not  fend, 
And  not  my  helplefs  Soul  defend, 

Call  me  to  ftand  in  Danger's  Hour, 
And  not  fupport  me  with  thy  Power 

9  LORD,  I  believe  the  Promife  true, 
Behold,  I  always  am  with  you  ; 
Always  if  Thou  with  me  remain, 
Hell,  Earth,  and  Sin  mall  rage  in  vain. 

10  Give  me  thine  All-fufficient  Grace — 
Then  hurl  your  Fiery  Darts  of  Praife, 
JESUS  and  me  you  ne'er  mall  part, 
For  GOD  is  greater  than  my  Heart. 


Atfetting  out  to  preach  the  Go/pel. 

1  A    NG  EL  of  GOD,  whate'er  betide, 
,/~\.     Thy  Summons  I  obey  ; 
J.ESUS,  I  take  Thee  for  my  Guide, 

And  walk  in  Thee  my  Way. 

2  Secure  from  Danger  and  from  Dread, 

Nor  Earth  nor  Hell  fhall  move, 
Since  over  me  thine  Hand  hath  fpread 
The  Banner  of  thy  Love. 

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3.jz    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

3  To  leave  my  Captain  I  difdain, 

Behind  I  will  not  tfay, 

Tho'  Shame,  and  Lofs,  and  Bonds,  and  Pain, 
And  Death  obftruct  the  Way. 

4  Me  to  thy  Suffering  Self  conform, 

And  arm  me  with  thy  Power, 
Then  burft  the  Cloud,  deicend  the  Storm, 
And  come  the  Fiery  Hour  ! 

5  Then  (hall  I  bear  thine  utmoft  Will, 

When  iirfl  the  Strength  is  given 


Come,    fooliih  World,  my  Body  kill, 
And  drive  my  Soul  to  Heaven  ! 


ACTS  iv.  24, 

LMIGHTY,  Univerfal  LORD, 

Maker  of  Heaven  and  Earth  art  Thou, 
All  Things  fprarg  forth  t'obey  thy  Word, 
Thy  powerful  Word  upholds  them  now. 

2  Why  then  with  unavailing  Rage 

Did  Heathens  with  thy  People  joyn, 
And  impotently  fierce  engage 
To  execute  their  vain  Defign  ? 

3  Indignant  Kings  flood  up  t1  oppofe 

The  LORD,  and  his  Meffiah's  Reign, 
And  Earth's  confed'rate  Rulers  rofe 
Againil  their  GOD  in  Council  vain. 

4  Surely  againft  thy  Holy  Son, 

(Son  of  thy  Love,  and  fent  by  Thee, 
One  with  th'  Anoiting  Spirit,  One 
With  thy  Coequal  Majefty) 

5  Herod 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POLMS. 

J  Herod  and  Pilate-  both  combiiVd 

Thy  fovereign  Purpofe  to  fulfill ; 
Gentiles  and  jFenvs  unconfcious  joyn'd 
T'  accomplifh  thine  Eternal  Will. 

6  And  now  their  idle  Fury  view, 

And  now  behold  their  Threatnings,  LORD 
Behold  thy  faithful  Servants  too, 

And  ftrer.gthen  us  to  fpeak  thy  Word. 

7  Embolden  by  thine  out-ftretch'd  Arm, 

Fill  us  with  Confidence  Divine, 
With  Heavenly  Zeal  our  Bofoms  warm., 
That  all  may  own,  the  Work  is  Thine ; 

3  May  fee  the  Tokens  of  thine  Hand, 

Its  Sovereign  Grace,  its  Healing  Power, 
No  more  their  Happinefs  withftand, 
And  fight  againft  their  GOD  no  more. 

<9  Now  let  their  Oppofition  ceafe, 

Now  let  them  catch  the  quick'ning  Flame, 
And  forc'd  to  yield,  the  Signs  increafe, 
The  Wonders  wrought  by  JESTJ'S  Name. 


To  befung  in  a  Tumult. 

ARTH  rejoyce,  the  LORD  is  Kingi 

Sons  of  Men,  his  Praifes  fmg ; 
Sing  ye  in  triumphant  Strains, 
JESUS  our  Meffiah  reigns ! 

Power  is  all  to  JESUS  given, 
LORD  of  Hell,  and  Earth  and  Heaven} 
Every  Knee  to  Him  mail  bow  : 
Satan  hear,  and  tremble  Now  ! 

X  3  2  Roar- 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS, 

3  Roaring  Lion,  own  his  Power : 
Us  Thou  never  canft  devour, 
Pluck'd  we  are  out  of  thy  Teeth, 
Sav'dby  CHRIST  from  Hell  and  Death. 

4  Tho'  Thou  bruife  in  us  his  Heel, 
Sorer  Vengeance  (halt  Thou  feel : 
CHRIST,  the  Woman's  conqu'ring  Seed, 
CHRIST  in  us  fhall  bruife  thy  Head. 

5  Tho'  the  Floods  lift  up  their  Voice, 
Calm  we  hear  thy  Children's  Noife : 
Horribly  they  rage  in  vain  ; 

GOD  is  mightier  than  Man. 

6  JESUS  Greater  we  proclaim, 
Him  in  us,  than  Thee  in  Them  : 
Thee  their  God  He  overpowers  ; 
Thou  art  Theirs,  and  CHRIST  is  Ours. 

7  Strong  in  CHRIST  we  thee  defy, 
Dare  thee  all  thy  Force  to  try, 
Work  in  Them,  the  Slaves  of  Sin, 
Stir  up  all  thy  Hell  within : 

8  All  thy  Hofts  to  Battle  bring  • 
Shouts  in  us  a  ftronger  King, 
Lifts  our  Hearts  and  Voices  high 
Hark,  the  Morning-Stars  reply  f 

9  Angels  and  Archangels  join, 
All  triumphantly  combine, 
All  in  JESU'S  Praife  agree, 

-     Carrying  on  His  Viftory. 

10  Tho'  the  Sons  of  Night  blafpheme, 
More  there  are  with  Us  than  Them, 
GOD  with  us,  we  cannot  fear  : 
Fear, "ye  Fiends,  for  CHRIST  is  here! 

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11  Lo!  to  Faith's  inlightned  Sight 

All  the  mountain  flames  with  Light ! 
Hell  is  nigh,  but  GOD  is  nigher, 
Circling  us  with  Hofts  of"  Fire. 

12  Our  Meffias  is  come  down, 
Points  us  to  the  Victor's  Crown, 
Bids  us  take  our  Seats  above, 
More  than  Conqu'rors  in  His  Love. 

1 3  Yes ;  the  Future  Work  is  done, 
CHRIST  the  SAVIOUR  reigns  alone, 
Forces  Satan  to  fubmit, 

Bruifes  him  beneath  our  Feet. 

14  We  the  evil  Angels  Doom 
Antedate  the  Joys  to  come, ' 
See  the  dear  Redeemer's  Face, 
Sav'd,  already  fav'd  by  Grace  ? 


Little  Children,  love  one  another. 

I V  E  R  of  Concord,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Meek,  Lamb-like  Son  of  GOD, 
Bid  our  unruly  Paflions  ceafe, 
Extinguifh'd  with  thy  Blood. 

Rebuke  the  Seas,  the  Tempeft  chide, 

Our  ftubborn  Wills  controul, 
Beat  down  our  Wrath,  root  out  our  Pride, 

And  calm  our  troubled  Soul. 

i 

Subdue  in  us  the  Carnal  Mind, 

Its  Enmity  deftroy, 
With  Cords  of  Love  th'old  Adam  bind, 

And  melt  him  into  Joy. 

4  Us 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

4  Us  into  clofeft  Union  draw, 

And  in  our  inward  Parts 
Let  Kindnefb  fweetly  write  her  Law, 
Let  Love  command  our  Hearts. 

5  O  let  Thy  Love  our  Hearts  conftrain  ! 

JESUS  the  Crucified, 
What  haft  thou  done  our  Hearts  to  gain, 
Languish 'd,  and  groan' d,  and  died  ! 

6  Who  would  not  now  purfue  the  Way 

Where  JESU'S  Footileps  {nine  ? 
Who  would  not  own  the  pleafing  Sway 
Of  Charity  Divine  ? 

7  SAVIOUR,  look  down  with  pitying  Eyes, 

Our  jarring  Wills  contro.ul ; 
Let  cordial,  kind  Affections  rife, 
And  harmonize  the  Soul. 

8  Thee  let  us  feel  benignly  near, 

With  all  thy  quick' ning  Powers, 
The  founding  of  thy  Bowels  hear, 
And  anfwer  Thee  with  Ours. 

9  O  let  us  find  the  ancient  Way 

Our  wond'ring  Foes  to  move, 
And  force  the  Heathen  World  to  fay, 
**  See  how  thefe  Chriftians  love  1  " 


For  the  Anntverjary  Day  of  One's 
Converfion. 

f^  L  O  R  Y  to  GOD,  and  Praife,  and  Love 
V_T     Ee  ever,  ever  given  ; 
.By  Saints  below,  and  Saints  above. 
The  Church  in  Earth  and  Heaven. 

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2  On  this  glad  Day  the  glorious  Sun 

Of  Righteoufne&  arofe, 
On  my  benighted  Soul  he  fhone, 
And  fill'd  it  with  Repofe. 

3  Sudden  expir'd  the  Legal  Strife, 

'Twas  then  I  ceas'd  to  grieve, 
My  Second,  Real,  Living  Life 
I  then  began  to  live. 

4  Then  with  my  Heart  I  Firft  believ'd, 

Believ'd  with  Faith  Divine, 
Power  with  the  Holy  Ghoft  receiv'd 
To  call  the  SAVIOUR  Mine. 

5  I  felt  my  LORD'S  Atoning  Blood 

Clofe  to  my  Soul  applied  ; 

Me,  me\vt  lov'd the  Son  of  GOD 

For  me,  for  me  He  died  ! 

6  I  found,  and  own'd  his  Promife  true, 

Afcertain'd  of  my  Part, 
My  Pardon  pafs'd  in  Heaven  I  knew, 
When  written  on  my  Heart. 

7  O  for  a  thoufand  Tongues  to  fing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  Praife  ! 
The  Glories  of  my  GOD  and  King, 
The  Triumphs  of  his  Grace. 

8  My  gracious  Matter,  and  my  GOD, 

Affift  me  to  proclaim, 
To  fpread  thro'  all  the  Earth  abroad 
The  Honours  of  Thy  Name. 

9  JESUS  the  Name  that  charms  our  Fears, 

That  bids  our  Sorrows  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  Mufick  in  the  Sinner's  Ears, 
'Tis  Life,  and  Health,  and  Peace  ! 

10  He 


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i  o  He  breaks  the  Power  of  cancelled  Sin, 

He  fets  the  Prifoner  free  : 
His  Blood  can  make  the  Fouleft  clean  ; 
His  Blood  avail'd  for  me. 

1 1  He  fpeaks ;  and  liftening  to  his  Voice, 

New  Life  the  Dead  receive, 
The  mournful,  broken  Hearts  rejoyce, 
The  humble  Poor  baleive. 

1 2  Hear  Him  ye  Deaf,  HisPraife  ye  Dumb, 

Your  loofen'd  Tongues  employ, 
Ye  Blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  Lame,  for  Joy. 

1 3  Look  unto  Him,  ye  Nations,  own 

Your  GOD,  ye  fallen  Race  ! 
Look  and  be  fav'd,  thro'  Faith  alone ; 
Be  juftified  by  Grace  ! 

14  See  all  your  Sins  on  JESUS  laid  ; 

The  Lamb  of  GOD  was  flain, 
His  Soul  was  once  an  Offering  made 
For  every  Soul  of  Man. 

15  Harlots,  and  Publicans,  and  Thieves 

In  holy  Triumph  joyn  ! 
Sav'd  is  the  Sinner  that  believes 
From  Crimes  as  great  as  Mine. 

1 6  Murtherers,  and  all  ye  helliih  Crew, 

Y.e  Sons  of  Luft  and  Pride, 
Believe  the  SAVIOUR  died  for  you; 
For  me  the  SAVIOUR  died. 

1 7  Awake  from  guilty  Nature's  Sleep, 

And  CHRIST  fhall  give  you  Light, 
Caft  all  your  Sins  into  the  Deep, 
And  walh  the  Etbiop  white. 

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1 8  With  me,  your  Chief,  you  then  fhall  knanut 

Shall  feel  your  Sins  forgiven  ; 
Anticipate  your  Heaven  below, 
And  own  that  'Love  is  Heaven. 


I  JOH  N  ii.  3, 


'F 


AT  HER,  if  I  have  finn'd,  with  Thee 

An  Advocate  I  have  : 
JESUS  the  Jufl  {hall  plead  for  me, 
The  Sinner  CHRIST  lhall  fave. 


2  Pardon  and  Peace  in  Him  I  find  ; 

But  not  for  me  alone 
The  Lamb  was  flain ;  for  all  Mankind 
His  Blood  did  once  atone. 

3  My  Soul  is  on  thy  Promife  caft, 

And  lo  !  I  claim  my  Part : 
The  Univerfal  Pardon's  paft  ; 
O  feal  it  on  my  Heart. 

4  Thou  canft  not  now  thy  Grace  deny ; 

Thou  canft  not  but  forgive  : 
LORD,  if  thy  Juftice  asks  me  why  — 
In  JESUS  I  believe  ! 


To  befung  at  Meals. 

O  M  E  let  us  lengthen  out  the  Feait, 

To  Thankfulnefs  improve, 
GOD  in  his  Gifts  delight  to  tafte, 
And  pay  them  back  in  Love, 


His 


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z  His  Providence  fupplies  our  Needs, 
And  Life  and  Strength  imparts  j 
His  open  Hand  our  Bodies  feeds, 
And  fills  with  Joy  our  Hearts. 

«  But  will  He  not  our  Souls  fubftain, 

And  nourifh  with  His  Grace  ? 
Yes :  for  Thou  wilt  not  fay,  in  vain 
My  People  feek  my  Face. 

4  See  then  we  take  Thee  at  thy  Word, 

With  Confidence  draw  nigh, 
We  claim,  and  of  thy  Spirit,  LORD, 
Expecl:  a  frefh  Supply. 

5  The  Sinner,  when  he  comes  to  Thee, 

His  fond  Purfuit  gives  o'er, 
From  Nature's  fickly  Cravings  free, 
He  pines  for  Earth  no  more. 

6  LORD,  we  believe  ;  and  tafte  Thee  Good, 

Thee  All-fufficient  own, 
And  hunger  after  Heavenly  Food, 
And  thirft  for  GOD  Alone. 


Before  a  Journey. 

1  T?  O  R  T  H  at  thy  Call,  O  LORD,  I  go, 
J7      Thy  Counfel  to  fulfill  : 

'Tis  all  my  Bufinefs  here  below, 
Father,  to  do  thy  Will. 

2  To  do  thy  Will,  while  here  I  make 

My  fliort,  unfixt  Abode, 

An  everlafting  Home  I  feek, 

A  City  built  by  GOD. 


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3  O  when  fliall  I  my  Canaan  gain, 

The  Land  of  Promis'd  Eafe, 
And  leave  this  World  of  Sin  and  Pain, 
This  howling  Wildernefs  ! 

4  Come  to  my  Help,  come  quickly,  LORD, 

For  whom  alone  I  figh, 
O  let  me  hear  the  gracious  Word, 
And  get  me  up,  and  die. 


Another. 

1  A    N  G  E  L  S  attend  ('tis  GOD  command^) 
J~\,     And  make  me  Now  your  Care : 
Hover  around,  and  in  your  Hands 

My  Soul  fecurely  bear. 

2  With  outftretchM  Wings  my  Temples  fliade  ; 

To  you  the  Charge  is  given  : 
Are  ye  not  all  fent  forth  to  aid 
Th'  Anointed  Heirs  of  Heaven  r 

3  Servants  of  GOD,  both  yours  and  mine, 

Your  Fellow-Servant  guard : 
Sweet  is  the  Talk,  if  He  enjoin, 
His  Service  your  Reward. 

4  Then  let  us  join  our  GOD  to  blefs, 

Our  Matter's  Praife  to  fing, 
The  LORD  of  Hofb,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Our  Father,  and  our  King. 

5  At  Him  my  mounting  Spirit  aims, 

My  kindling  Thoughts  afpire, 
(Aflift,  ye  minitterial  Flames, 
And  raife  my  Raptures  higher  !) 

Y  6  Upward 


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6  Upward  on  Wings  of  Love  I  fly, 

Where  all  his  Glories  blaze, 

Like  you-behold  with  Eagle's  Eye 

My  Heavenly  Father's  Face. 


On  a  'Journey. 

A  V I O  U  R,  who  ready  art  to  hear, 

(Readier  than  I  to  pray) 
Anfwer  my  fcarcely  utter 'd  Prayer, 
And  meet  me  on  the  Way. 

2  Talk  with  me,  LORD  :  Thyfelf  reveal, 

While  here  o'er  Earth  I  rove ; 
Speak  to  my  Heart,  and  let  it  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  Love  : 

3  With  Thee  converting  I  forget 

All  Time,  and  Toil,  and  Care  : 
Labour  is  Reft,  and  Pain  is  Sweet, 
If  Thou,  my  GOD,  art  here. 

4  Here  then,  my  GOD,  vouchfafe  to  flay, 

And  make  my  Heart  rejoyce  ; 
My  bounding  Heart  mall  own  thy  Sway, 
And  eccho  to  thy  Voice. 

5  Thou  calleft  me  to  feek  thy  Face— 

'Tis  all  I  wifh  to  feek, 
T'  attend  the  Whifpers  of  thy  Grace, 
And  hear  Thee  inly  {peak. 

6  Let  this  my  every  Hour  employ, 

Till  I  thy  Glory  fee, 
Enter  into  my  Mailer's  Joy, 
And  find  my  Heaven  in  Thee. 


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After  a  Journey. 

1  '"I  SHOU,  LORD,  haft  bleft  my  going  out, 

JL        O  blefs  my  coming  in, 
Gompafs  my  Weaknefs  round  about, 
And  keep  me  fafe  from  Sin,. 

2  Still  hide  me  in  thy  fecret  Place, 

Thy  Tabernacle  fpread, 
Shelter  me  with  preferving  Grace, 
And  guard  my  naked  Head. 

3  To  Thee  for  Refuge  may  I  run, 

From  Sin's  alluring  Snare, 

Ready  its  firft  Approach  to  fhun, 

And  watching  unto  Prayer. 

4.  O  that  I  never,  never  more 

Might  from  thy  Ways  depart ! 
Here  let  me  give  my  Wand'rings  o'er, 
By  giving  Thee  my  Heart. 

5;  Fix  my  New  Heart  on  Things  above,. 

And  then  from  Earth  releafe  : 
I.  ask  not  Life  ;  bat  let  me  love? 
And  lay  me  down  in  Peace. 


At  lying  down. 

I.  T  T  O  W  do  thy  Mercies  clofe  me  round 
J_  J[     For  ever  be  thy  Name  ador'd  ! 
1  blufh  in  all  Things  to  abound  ; 
The  Servant  is  above  his  LORD* 

2  Enur'd  to  Poverty  and  Pain, 

A  Suffering  Life  my  Mafter  led, 
The  Son  of  GOD,  the  Son  of  Man, 

He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  Head.  3  But 


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3  But  !o  !  a  Place  He  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchful  Angels  keep, 
Kay,  He  Himfelf  becomes  my  Guard, 
He  fmooths  my  Bed,  and  gives  me  Sleep. 

4  JESUS  protects ;  my  Fears  be  gone  I 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thine  Arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thine  everlafting  Arms  of  Love  F 

5  While  Thou  art  Intimately  nigh, 

Who,  who  mall  violate  my  Reft  ? 
Sin,  Earth,  and  Hell  I  now  defy, 
I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  Breaft. 

6  I  reft  beneath  th'  Almighty's  Shade  ; 

My  Griefs  expire,  my  Troubles  ceafe  ; 
Thou,  LORD,  on  whom  my  Soul  is  ftaid, 
Wilt  keep  me  ftill  in  perfedt  Peace. 

7  Me  for  Thine  own  Thou  lov'ft  to  take, 

In  Time  and  in  Eternity  ; 
Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 

An  helplefs  Worm  thar  trufts  in  Thee. 

8  Wherefore  in  Confidence  I  clofe 

My  Eyes,  for  Thine  are  open  ftill  j 
My  Spirit  lull'd  in  calm  Repofe, 
Waits  for  the  Counfels  of  thy  Will. 

9  After  thy  Likenefs  let  me  rife, 

If  here  Thou  will 'ft  my  longer  Stay, 
Or  clofe  in  mortal  Sleep  mine  Eyes, 
To  open  them  in  endlefs  Day. 

jo  Still  let  me  run,  or  end  my  Race  ; 

I  cannot  chufe,  I  all  refign  ; 
Contract  or  lengthen  out  my  Days  ; 

Come  Life,  come  Death;  for  CHRIST  is  mine. 

Groaning 


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Groaning  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

+ 

A  T  H  ER ,  if  Thou  my  Father  art, 
Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
Breath  Him  into  my  panting  Heart, 

And  make  me  know,  as  I  am  known  - 
Make  me  thy  confcious  Child,  that  I 
May  Father,  Abba,  Father  cry. 

2  I  want  the  Sp'rit  of  Power  within, 

Of  Lore,  and  of  an  Healthful  Mindj- 
Of  Power,  to  conquer  inbred  Sin, 

Of  Love  to  Thee,  and  all  Mankind, 
Of  Health,  that  Pain  and  Death  defies, 
Moft  vig'rous,  when  the  Body  dies. 

3  When  fiiall  I  hear  the  inward  Voice, 

Which  only  Faithful  Souls  can  hear ! 
Pardon,  and  Peace,  and  Heavenly  Joys 

Attend  the  Promis'd  Comforter  : 
He  comes  !  and  Righteoufnefs  Divine, 
And  CHRIST,  and  All  with  CHRIST  is  mine  ! 

4  O  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 

Nor  vifit,  as  a  tranfient  Gueft, 
But  fix  in  me  his  Conftant  Home, 

And  take  Pofeffion  of  my  Brealt, 
And  make  my  Soul  his  lov'd  Abode, 
The  Temple  of  indwelling  GO.D. 

r  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  my  Heart  infpire, 

Atteft  that  I  am  born  again  ! 
Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  Fire, 

Or  all  thy  former  Gifts  are  vain : 
I  cannot  reft  in  Sins  Forgiven  ; 
Where  is  the  Earneft  of  &y  Heaven  ? 

Y  3  6  Where 


266  HYMNS  and  SABRED  POEM*. 

6  Where  thy  Indubitable  Seal 

That  ascertains  the  Kingdom  mine, 
The  Powerful  Stamp  I  long  to  feel, 

The  Signature  of  Love  Divine  : 
O  flied  it  in  my  Heart  abroad,  • 

Fulnefs  of  Love,  of  Heaven,  ofGODi 

HYMN  to  CHRIST  the  Prophet* 

R  O  P  H  E  T,  on  Earth  beftow'4 
A  Teacher,  fent  from  GOD, 
Thee  we  welcome  from  above, 

Sent  the  Father  to  reveal, 
Sent  to  manifeft  His  Love, 

Sent  to  teach  .His  perfect  Win. 

Thee  all  the  Seers  of  CMd 
Prefigur'd  and  foretold ; 
Mofes  Thee  the  Prophet  fhew'd, 
Meek  and  lowly  as  Thou  arc, 
Abraham,  the  Friend  of  GOD, 
David,  after  his  own  Heart. 

The  lefler  Stars  that  mone 
Till  Thy  great  Courfe  begun, 
With  imparted  Lufter  bright, 

Render'd  back  their  borrow'd  Ray, 
Pointing  to  thy  glorious  Light, 
Ufhering  in  thy  perfect  Day. 

Light  of  the  World  below, 
Thee  all  Mankind  may  know  \ 
Thou,  the  Univerfal  Friend, 
Into  every  Sou!  haft  done  : 
O  that  All  ivoiild  comprehend, 
All  adore  the  -rifin^  San 

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e  Thy  cheating  Beams  we  blefs, 

Bright  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs : 
life  and  Immortality 

Thou  alone  to  Light  haft  brought, 
.Bid  the  New  Creation  be, 

CalTd  the  World  of  Grace  from  Nought. 

.6          Image  of  GOD  moft  High 

Difplay'd  to  Mortal  Eye, 
Thee  the  Patriarchs  beheld, 

Thee  the  Angel  they  ador'd, 
Oft  in  diverfe  Ways  reveal'd, 
CHRIST  the  Everlafting  LORD. 

7  Thy  Godhead  we  revere, 

Wonderful  Counfellor ! 
Thou  the  Father"  s  Wifdom  art, 

Great  Apoftle,  Thee  we  praife, 
'Chofe  thy  People  to  convert, 
Jacob's  fallen  Tribes  to  raife. 

g  The  Gentiles  too  may  fee 

Their  Covenant  in  ri  hee, 
-Opener  of  Their  blinded  Eyes, 

Thee  the  Gracious  Father  gave  * 
Rife  on  All,  in  Glory  rife, 
Save  a  World  Thou  cam'ft  to  fave. 

g  For  This  the  Heavenly  Dove 

Defcended  from  above, 
JFIe,  immeafurably  {hed, 

CHRIST  the  Prophet  marked  and £eal'4» 
Pour'd  upon  thy  Sacred  Head, 

Thee  ih' Anointing  Spirit  fill'd.  * 

«o  Ah!   give  us,  Lt>  RT>  to  know 

Thine  Office  here  below  4 


s.6'8    HYMNS  &n&  SACRED  POEM*. 

Preach  Deliverance  to  the  Poor, 

Sent  for  This,  O.CHRIST,  Thou  art, 

JESU,  all  our  Sicknefs  cure  ; 

Bind  Thou  up  the  Broken  Heart. 

it  Publifli  the  Joyful  Year 

Of  GOD's  Acceptance  near, 
Preach  Glad  Tidings  to  the  Meek, 

Liberty  to  Spirits  bound, 
General  free  Redemption  fpeak, 

Spread  thro'  Earth  the  Gofpel-Sowid- 

12  Humbly  behold  we  fit, 
And  lifter,  at  thy  Feet ; 

Never  will  we  hence  remove  ; 

Lo  !  to  Thee  our  Souls  we  bow, 
Tell  us;of  the  Father's  Love; 

Speak  ;  for,  LORD,  we.  hear.  Thee  now. 

13  Mafter,  to  us  reveal 
His  acceptable  Will ; 

Ever  for  thy  Law  we  wait, 

Write  it  in  our  inward  Parts, 
Our  dark  Minds  illuminate, 

Grave  thy  Kindnefs  on  our  Hearts. 

1 4  Thine  be  the  chokeft  Store 
Of  Bleffings  evermore! 

Thee  we  hear,  on  Thee  we  gaze, 

Fairer  than  the  Sons  .of  Men, 
Who  can  fee  that  lovely  Face, 

Who  can  hear  thofe  Words  in  vain  ? 

ij  Spirit  they  are,  and  Life, 

They  end  the  Sinner's  Strife: 
GOD  they  mew  benign  and  mild;. 

Glory  be  to  GOD  on  High  I 
Now  v»e  know  Him  reconcii'd^ 
Now  we  Abba  Father  cry  ! 

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1 6  Thou  art  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
O  teach  us  how  to  pray  ; 

Worfhip  Spiritual  and  True 

Still  inflrud  us  how  to  give, 
Let  us  pay  the  Service  due, 

Let  us  to  GOD's  Glory  live.- 

1 7  Holy  and  True,  the  Key 
OfDavittrefts  on  Thee. 

Come,  Meffias,  all  Things  tell, 

Make  us  to  Salvation  wife, 
Shut  the  Gates  of  Death  and  Hell, 

Open,  open  Paradife. 

1 8  Servant  of  GOD,  confefs 
His  Truth  and  Faithfulnefs ; 

GOD  the  gracious  GOD  proclaim, 

Publifti  Him  thro'  Earth  abroad  ; 
Let  the  Gentries  know  thy  Name, 

Let  us  all  be  taught  of  GOD, 

19  Witnefs,  within  us  place 
The  Spirit  of  his  Grace  ; 

Teach  us  inwardly,  and  guide 

By  an  Unftion  from  above, 
Let  it  in  our  Hearts  abide, 

Source  of  Light,  and  Life,  and  Love. 

20  Pronounce  our  Happy  Doom, 
And  fhew  us  Things  to  come  : 

All  the  Depths  of  LOV.E  difplay, 

All  the  Myftery  unfold, 
Speak  us  feal'd  to  thy  Great  Day, 

In  the  Book  of  Life  inroll'd. 

12  Shepherd,  fecurely  keep 

Thy  little  Flock  of  Sheep  ; 


Call'd 


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Call'd  and  gathered  into  One, 
Feed  us,  in  green  Paftures  feed, 

Make  us  quietly  lie  down, 

By  the  Streams  of  Comfort  lead. 

Thou,  even  Thou  art  He, 
Whom  Pain  and  Sorrow  flee  : 
Comforter  of  all  that  mourn, 

Let  us  by  thy  Guidance  come,  . 
Crown'd  with  endlefs  Joy  return 
To  our  Everlafting  Home. 


Father,  I  havejinned  'againft 

and  before  Thee,  and  am  no  more 
'worthy  to  be  called  thy  Son. 


Lwas  aHttl6 

what  Sweetnefs  did  I  prove 
Then  on  me  my  Father  fimTd, 

Clafp'd  me  in  the  Arms  of  Love  ; 
Bore  me  all  my  Infant  Days, 

Gently  by  his  Spirit  led, 
Dandled  me  upon  his  Knees, 

Made  me  on  his  Promife  feed. 

2  But  alas  !  I  foon  rebell'd, 

Would  not  caft  on  Him  my  Care, 
Swell'd  with  Pride,  with  Paffion  fwelTd, 

I  could  neither  fall,  nor  err. 
I  was  ftrong  and  able  grown, 

I  could  for  my  felf  provide, 
I  had  Wifdom  of  my  own, 

Let  the  Weaker  feek  a  Guide. 


When 


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5  When  to  Him  I  would  not  look, 

Griev'd  and  hardly  forc'd  away. 
Me  my  Guide  at  length,  forfook, 

Me  my  Father  left  to  ftray; 
Angrily  He  hid  his  Face : 

Carelefs  of  his  Smile  or  Frown, 
I  purfued  my  Evil  Ways, 

Frowardly  in  Sin  went  on. 

4  Back  recall'd,  I  know  not  how, 

Father,  I  my  Folly  mourn  : 
If  Thou  art  my  Father  now, 

Now  affift  me  to  return, 
Freely  my  Backflidings  heal, 

Once  again  become  my  Guide, 
Save  me  from  my  wayward  Will, 

Empty  me  of  Self  and  Pride. 

5  Thou  who  all  my  Ways  haft  feen, 

Since  I  would  from  Thee  depart, 
Suffer  me  no  more  to  lean 

To  my  own  deceitful  Heart. 
O  repair  my  grievous  Lofs, 

Comfort  to  my  Soul  reftore  : 
Once  a  little  Child  I  was : 

Lift  me  op  to  fall  no  more. 

6  Give  me  back  my  Innocence, 

Give  me  back  my  Filial  Fears, 
Humble,  loving  Confidence, 

Praying  Sighs,  and  fpeaking  Tears : 
Weak  and  helplefs  may  1  be, 

To  thine  only  Will  reflgn'd, 
Ever  hanging  upon  Thee, 

Simple,  ignorant  and  blind. 


Abba 


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7  Abba  Father  I  hear  my  Cry, 

Look  upon  thy  weeping  Child, 
Weeping  at  thy  Feet  I  lie, 

Kifs  me,  and  be  reconcil'd  : 
Take  me  up  into  thine  Arms, 

Let  me  hang  upon  thy  Breafr, 
Hide  me  there  fecure  from  Harms, 

Lull  my  Sorrowing  Soul  to  Reft. 


At  the  Approach  of  temptation. 

O  D  of  my  Life,  whofe  Gracious  Power 

Thro'  various  Deaths  my  Soul  hath  led, 
Or  turn'd  afide  the  Fatal  Hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  finking  Head  : 

2  In  all  my  Ways  thy  Hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  Providence  I  fee  : 

0  help  me  ftill  my  Courfe  to  run, 
And  ftill  dired  my  Paths  to  Thee. 

3  On  Thee  my  helplefs  Soul  is  caft, 

And  looks  again  thy  Grace  to  prove : 

1  call  to  Mind  the  Wonders  paft, 

The  countlefs  Wonders  of  thy  Love 

4  Thou,  LORD,  my  Spirit  oft  haft  ftaid, 

Haft  fnatch'd  me  from  the  gaping  Tomb, 
A  Monument  of  thy  Mercy  made, 

And  refcued  me  from  Wrath  to  come. 

r  Oft  hath  the  Sea  confefs'd  thy  Power, 

And  gave  me  back  to  thy  Command  : 
It  could  not,  LORD,  my  Life  devour, 
Safe  in  the  Hollow  of  thine  Hand. 

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6  Oft  from  the  Margin  of  the  Grave 

Thou,  LORD,  haft  lifted  up  my  Head: 
Sudden  I  found  Thee  near  to  fave  ; 
The  Fever  own'dthy  Touch,  and  fled. 

7  But  O  !  the  mightier  Work  of  Grace, 

That  fUUthe  Life  of  Faith  I  live, 
That  ftill  I  pant  to  fmg  thy  Praife, 
That  ftill  my  All  I  gafp  to  gi\ve  ! 

8  Pluck'd  from  the  roaring  Lion's  Teeth, 

Caught  up  from  the  Eternal  Fire, 
Snatch'd  from  the  Gates  of  Hell  I  breathe, 
And  lo  !  to  Heaven  I  ftill  afpire  ! 

9  Whither,  O  whither  fliould  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  SAVIOUR'S  Bread  j 
Secure  within  thine  Arms  to  lie, 

And  fafe  beneath  thy  Wings  to  reft. 

10  I  fee  i  he  Fiery  Trial  near, 

But  Thou,  my  GOD,  art  ftill  the  fame  ; 
Hell,  Earth,  and  Sin  I  fcorn  to  fear, 
Divinely  armM  with  JESU'S  Name. 

1 1  I  have  no  Skill  the  Snare  to  fliun, 

But  Thou,  O  CHRIST,  my  Wifdom  art: 
I  ever  into  Ruin  run, 

But  Thou  art  greater  than  my  Heart. 

1 2  I  have  no  Might  t'  oppofe  the  Foe, 

But  Everlafting  Strength  is  Thine. 
Shew  me  the  Way  that  1  mould  go, 
Shew  me  the  Path  I  fhould  decline. 

1 3  Which  fhall  I  leave,  and  which  purfue  ? 

Thou  only  mine  Advifer  be  ; 
My  GOD,  I  know  not  what  to  do  ; 
Cut  Oh !  mine  Eyes  are  fix'd  on  Thee. 

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14  Foolim,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  Way  I  have  not  known, 

Bring  me  where  I  my  Heaven  may  find, 

The  Heaven  of  loving  Thee  alone. 

1 5  Enlarge  my  Heart  to  make  Thee  Room, 

Enter,  and  in  me  ever  flay; 
The  Crooked  then  fhall  Strait  become, 
The  Darknefs  mall  be  loft  in  Day  ! 


In  TEMPTATION. 

1  TT  THERE,  my  Soul,  is  now  thy  Boaft? 

V  V       Where  the  Senfe  of  Sin  forgiven  ? 
Deftitute,  tormented,  loft, 

Down  the  Stream  of  Nature  driven, 
Crum'd  by  Sin's  redoubled  Load  ; 
Where,  my  Soul,  is  now  thy  GOD  ! 

2  Far  from  me  my  GOD  is  gone, 

All  my  Joys  with  Him  are  fled, 
Every  Comfort  is  withdrawn, 

Peace  is  loft,  and  Hope  is  dead ; 
Sin,  and  only  Sin  I  feel, 
.     Pride,  and  Luft,  and  Self,  and  Hell. 

3  Did  I  then  my  Soul  deceive  ? 

Ramly  claim  a  Part  in  Thee  ? 
Did  I,  LORD,  in  vain  believe, 

Falfely  hope  Thou  diedft  for  me  ? 
Muft  I  back  my  Hopes  reftore, 
Truft  Thou  diedft  for  me  no  more  ? 

4  No  ;  I  never  will  reflgn 

What  of  Thee  by  Faith  I  know ; 
Never  ceafe  to  call  Thee  mine, 

Never  will  I  let  Thee  go ; 
Be  it  I  my  Soul  deceive, 
Yet  I  will,  I  will  believe.  5  Tho' 


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5  Tho'  I  groan  beneath  thy  Frown, 

Hence  I  will  not,  cannot  fly ; 
Tho1  thy  Juftice  caft  me  down, 

At  thy  Mercy-Seat  I  lye; 
Let^me  here  my  Sentence  meet, 
Let  me  periih  at  thy  Feet ! 


JOB  xxiii.    8,  9,  10. 

1  T?1  O  R  W  A  R  D  I  now  in  Duties  go, 
J/      But  O!  my  SAVIOUR  is  not  there  ! 
Heavy  He  makes  me  drive,  and  flow, 

Without  the  Chariot- Wheels  of  Prayer. 

2  I  look  to  former  Times,  and  fbrain 

The  Footfteps  of  my  GOD  to  trace ; 
Backward  I  go  (but  ftill  in  vain) 
To  find  the  Tokens  of  his  Grace. 

3  Surrounded  by  his  Power  I  Hand, 

His  Work  on  other  Souls  I  fee, 
He  deals  his  Gifts  on  either  Hand, 
But  ftill  He  hides  Himfelf  from  me. 

4  Groaning  I  Janguim  at  his  Stay, 

But  He  regards  my  every  Groan; 
Dark  and  difconfolate  my  Way ; 
But  ftill  my  Way  to  Him  is  known. 

5  When  fully  He  my  Faith  hath  tried, 

Like  Gold  I  in  the  Fire  fhall  fhine, 
Come  forth  when  feven  times  purified, 
And  ftrongly  bear  the  Stamp  Divine. 


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After  a  Relapfe  into  Sin. 

1  1\ /T  Y  GOD,  my  GOD,  on  Thee  I  call, 
_L V JL     Thee  only  would  I  know : 

One  Drop  of  Blood  on  me  let  fall, 
And  wafh  me  white  as  Snow. 

2  Touch  me,  and  make  the  Leper  clean, 

Purge  my  Iniquity : 
Unlefc  Thou  wafh  my  Soul  from  Sin, 
I  have  no  Part  with  Thee. 

3  But  ait  Thou  not  already  mine  ? 

Anfwer,  if  mine  Thou  art! 
Whifper  within,  Thou  LOVE  Divine, 
And  chear  my  doubting  Heart. 

4  Tell  me  again,  ray  Peace  is  made, 

And  bid  the  Sinner  live, 
The  Debt's  difcharg'd,  the  Ranfom's  paid, 
My  Father  rnuft  forgive. 

5  Father,  forgive  thy  froward  Child, 

I  ask  in  JESU'S  Name, 
I  languifli  to  be  reconcil'd : 
And  reconcil'd  I  am. 

6  Behold  for  me  the  Victim  bleeds, 

His  Wounds  are  open'd  wide, 
For  me  the  Blood  of  Sprinkling  pleads, 
And  fpeaks  me  Juftified. 

7  O  why  did  I  my  SAVIOUR  leave, 

So  foon  unfaithful  prove  ? 
How  could  1  thy  good  Spirit  grieve, 
And  fm  agaittft  thy  Love  ? 


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8  I  forc'd  Thee  firft  to  difappear, 

I  turn'd  thy  Face  afide : 
Ah!  LORD,  if  Thou  hadft  ftill  been  here, 
Thy  Servant  had  not  died. 

9  But  O !  how  foon  thy  Wrath  is  o'er, 

And  pard'ning  Love  takes  place  ? 
Affift  me,  SAVIOUR,  to  adore 
The  Riches  of  thy  Grace. 

10  O  could  I  lofe  myfelf  in  Thee! 

Thy  Depth  of  Mercy  prove, 
Thou  vaft  unfathomable  Sea 
Of  unexhaufted  LOVE} 

1 1  My  humbled  Soul,  when  Thou  art  near, 

In  Duft  and  Ames  lyes : 
How  mail  a  fmful  Worm  appear, 
Or  meet  thy  purer  Eyes ! 

«2  I  loath  my  felf,  when  GOD  I  fee, 

And  into  Nothing  fall, 
Content,  if  Thou  exalted  be, 
And  CHRIST  be  All  in  AIL 


Againft  Hope,  believing  in  Hope. 

(   1%  /TYGOD!  I  know,  I  feel  Thee  mine, 
.1V_L     And  will  not  quit  my  Claim, 
Till  all  I  have  be  lo.l  in  Thine, 
And  all  renew'd  I  am. 

2  I  hold  Thee  with  a  trembling  Hand, 

But  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  ftedfaftly  by  Faith  I  Hand, 
And  all  thy  Goodnefs  know. 


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3  When  fhall  I  fee  the  welcome  Hour 

That  plants  my  GOD  in  me ! 
Spirit  of  Health,  and  Life,  and  Power, 
And  perfect  Liberty ! 

4  JESU,  thine  al-I -victorious  Love 

Shed  in  my  Heart  abroad ; 
Then  fhall  my  Feet  no  longer  rove 
Rooted  and  fixt  in  GOD. 

5  Love  only  can  the  Conqueft  win, 

The  Strength  of  Sin  fubdqe, 
(Mine  own  unconquerable  Sin) 
And  form  my  Soul  anew. 

6  Love  can  bow  down  the  ftubborn  Neck, 

The  Stone  to  Flefh  convert, 
Soften,  and  melt,  and  pierce,  and  break 
An  Adamantine  Heart. 

7  O  that  JR  me  the  Sacred  Fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow, 
Burn  up  the  Drofs  of  bafe  Deflre, 
And  make  the  Mountains  flow  ? 

S  O  that  it  now  from  Heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  Sins  confume ! 
Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  for  Thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  Burning  come ! 

9  Refining  Fire,  go  through  my  Heart, 

Illuminate  my  Soul, 
Scatter  thy  Life  through  every  Part, 
And  fanclify  the  whole. 

TO  Sorrow  and  Self  fhall  then  expire, 

While  entred  into  Reft, 
I  only  live  my  GOD  t'  admire, 
MyGODforeverbielL 

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1 1  No  longer  then  my  Heart  fhall  mourn, 

While  purified  by  Grace, 
I  only  for  his  Glory  burn, 
And  always  fee  his  Face. 

1 2  My  ftedfaft  Soul,  from  falling  free, 

Can  now  no  longer  move; 

JESUS  is  all  the  World  to  me, 

And  all  my  Heart  is  Love. 


BleJJed are  'They  that  mourn. 

1  /^  R  A  C I O  U  S  Soul,  to  whom  are  given 
Vj  Holy  Hungrings  after  Heaven, 
Reftlefs  Breathings,  earned  Moans, 

Deep,  unutterable  Groans, 
Agonies  of  Strong  Defire, 
Love's  fuppreft,  unconfdous  Fire. 

2  Turn  again  to  GOD  thy  Reft, 
JESUS  hath  pronounc'd  Thee  bleft: 
Humbly  to  thy  JESUS  turn 
Comforter  of  All  that  moum : 
Happy  Mourner,  hear,  and  fee, 
Claim  the  Promife  made  to  thee. 

3  Lift  to  Him  thy  weeping  Eye, 
Heaven  behind  the  Cloud  defcry  : 
If  with  CHRIST  thou  fuffer  here, 
When  his  Glory  fhall  appear, 
CHRIST  His  Suffering  Son  fhall  own; 
Thine  the  Crofs,  and  Thine  the  Crown. 

4  Juft  thro'  Him  ;  behold  thy  Way 
Shining  to  the  perfedl  Day  : 
Dying  thus  to  All  beneath, 
Fafhion'd  to  thy  SAVIOUR'S  Death, 
Him  the  Refurrefuon  prove, 

Rais'd  to  all  the  Life  of  Love.  c  What 


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5  What  if  here  a  while  thou  grieve, 
GOD  ihall  endlefs  Comfort  give : 
Sorrow  may  a  Night  endure, 
Joy  returns  as  Day- Light  fure : 
Praife  mall  then  thy  Life  employ : 
Sow  in  Tears,  and  reap  in  Joy. 

6  Doth  thy  LORD  prolong  his  Stay  ? 
Mercy  wills  the  kind  Delay : 
Hides  He  ftill  his  lovely  Face  ? 
Lo !  He  waits  to  ihew  his  Grace  : 
Seems  He  abfent  from  thy  Heart  ? 
'Tis,  that  He  may  ne'er  depart. 

7  Gently  will  He  lead  the  Weak, 
Bruifed  Reeds  He  ne'er  will  break ; 
Touched  with  fympathizing  Care, 
Thee  He  in  his  Arms  fhall  bear, 
Blefs  with  late  but  lading  Peace, 
Fill  with  all  His  Righteoafnefs. 

8  Cou'dft  thou  the  Redeemer  fee, 
How  his  Bowels  yearn  on  Thee ! 
How  he  marks  with  pitying  Eye, 
Hears  his  New-born  Children  cry, 
Be^rs  what  every  Member  bears, 

Groans  their  Groans,  and  weeps  their  Tears ! 

9  Cou'dft  thou  know,  as  thou  art  known, 
JESUS  would  appear  thy  own: 

Moft  abandoned  tho'  it  feem, 
Darkly  fafe  thy  Soul  with  Him; 
Farthelt  when  from  GOD  remov'd, 
Neareft  then,  and  moft  belov'd. 

i  o  Feebly  then  thy  Hands  lift  up, 
Hope,  amidii  Difpairing  hope : 
"Stand  beneath  thy  Load  of  rGrief, 
Stagger  not  thro'  Unbelief; 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Make  thine  own  Eledtion  fure, 
Faithful  to  the  End  endure, 

j  i  GOD,  to  keep  thee  fafe  from  Harms 
Spreads  his  Everlafting  Arms, 
Feeds  with  fecret  Strength  Divine, 
Waits  to  whifper  "  Thou  art  Mine  !  " 
His  that  thou  may'il  ever  be, 
Now  He  hides  Himfelf  from  Thee. 

1 2  Meekly  then  perfift  to  mourn, 
Soon  He  will,  He  mult  return: 
Call  on  Him  ;  He  hears  thy  Cry, 
Soon  He  will,  He  muft  draw  nigh  ; 
This  the  Hope,  which  nought  can  move, 
GOD  is  Truth,  and  GOD  is  LOVE  ! 


The  J  uft  Jkall  live  by  FAITH. 

OME  hither  all,  who  ferve  the  LORD, 

Who  fear  and  tremble  at  his  Word, 
Hear  me  his  Loving-Kindnefs  tell ; 
Hear  what  He  for  my  Soul  hath  done, 
And  look  to  prove  it  in  your  own ; 
Expect  His  promis'd  Love  to  feel. 

2  Come  hither,  all  ye  Slaves  of  Sin, 
Ye  Beaits  without,  and  Fiends  within, 

Glad  Tidings  unto  All  I  mew ; 
JESUS'  Grace  for  All  is  free; 
JESUS'  Grace  hath  found  out  me, 

And  now  He  offers  it  to  you. 

3  Dead  in  the  midft  of  Life  I  was ; 
•  Unconfcious  of  my  Eden's  Lofs, 

Lone  did  I  in  the  Grave?  remain, 

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A  Fallen  Spirit,  dark,  and  void, 
Unknowing,  and  unknown  of  GOD, 
I  felt  not,  for  I  hugg'd,  my  Chain. 

4  He  call'd :  I  anfwer'd  to  his  Call, 

Confefs'd  my  State,  and  mourn'd  my  Fall, 
And  ftrove,  and  groan'd  to  be  renevv'd: 
With  gradual  Horror  then  I  faw 
The  Nature  of  the  fiery  Law, 

But  knew  not  then  a  SAVIOUR'S  Blood. 

5  For  ten  long,  legal  Years  I  lay 
An  helplefs,  tho'  reluftant  Prey 

To  Pride,  and  Luft,  and  Earth,  and  Hell : 
Oft  to  Repentance  vain  renew'd, 
Self-confident  for  Hours  I  Hood, 

And  fell,  and  griev'd,  and  rofe,  and  fell. 

6  I  faded,  read,  and  work'd,  and  pray'd, 
Call'd  Holy  Friendmip  to  my  Aid, 

And  conftant  to  the  Altar  drew; 
'  Tis  there,  I  cried,  He  muji  be  found  ? 
By  Vows,  and  new  Engagements  bound. 

All  his  Commands  I  Now  lhall  do. 

7  Soon  as  the  Trying  Hour  return'd, 
I  funk  before  the  Foes  I  fcorn'd; 

My  firm  Refolves  did  all  expire  : 
Why  hath  the  Law  of  Sin  prevail'd  ? 
Why  have  the  Bonds  of  Duty  fail'd? 

Alas,  the  Tow  hath  touch'd  the  Fire. 

8  Hardly  at  laft  I  all  gave  o'er, 
I  fought  to  free  my  felf  no  more, 

Too  weak  to  burft  the  Fowler's  Snare; 
Baffled  by  twice  ten  thoufand  Foils, 
I  ceas'd  to  ftruggle  in  the  Toils, 
And  yeilded  to  a  juft  Defpair. 

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9  '  Twas  then  my  Soul  beheld  from  far 
The  glimmering  of  an  orient  Star, 

That  pierc'd,  and  chear'd  my  Nature's  Night; 
Sweetly  it  dawn'd,  and  promised  Day, 
Sorrow,  and  Sin  it  chased  away, 

And  open'd  into  glorious  Light. 

10  With  other  Eyes  I  now  could  fee 
The  Father  reconciled  to  me, 

JESUS  the  Juft  had  fatisfied: 
JESUS  had  made  my  Sufferings  His, 
JESUS  was  now  my  Righteouinefs ; 

JESUS  fbr  me  had  liv'd  and  died. 

1 1  From  hence  the  Chriftian  Race  I  ran, 
From  hence  the  Fight  of  Faith  began : 

O,  'tis  a  good,  but  painful  Fight ! 
When  Heavinefs  o'erwhelms  the  Soul, 
When  Clouds  and  Darknefs  round  me  roll, 

And  hide  the  SAVIOUR  from  my  Sight. 

1 2  Convinc'd  my  Work  was  but  begun, 
How  did  I  ftrive,  and  grieve,  and  groan, 

Half  yielded,  yet  refus'd  to  yield! 
Tempted  to  give  my  SAVIOUR  up, 
Deny  my  LORD,  abjure  my  Hepe, 

And  bafely  caft  away  my  Shield. 

1 3  Mine  Enemies  and  Friends  were  join'd, 
GOD's  Children  with  the  World's  combined 

To  make  my  Confidence  in  GOD": 
Strongly  they  urg'd  me  to  difclaim 
My  weaker  Title  to  the  Lamb, 

My  Intereft  in  th'  atoning  Blood. 

14  So  frail,  impure,  and  weak,  could  I 
Purfume  for  me  He  deign'd  to  die, 

For  me  fo  cold,  fo  void  of  Love ! 

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JESU  !  they  bid  me  Thee  refign, 
They  would  not  have  me  call  Thee  mine, 
Till  the  whole  Power  of  Faith  I  prove. 

1 5  What  have  I  known  fince  Thee  I  knew  ! 
What  Trials  haft  Thou  brought  me  thro'  .' 

Hardly  I  yet  can  Credit  give : 
Surely,  my  Soul,  'tis  all  a  Dream ; 
Sav'd  as  by  Fire  (if  fav'd)  I  feem, 

If  ftffl  the  Life  of  Grace  I  live! 

1 6  What  have  I  felt,  while  torn  within, 
Full  of  the  Energy  of  Sin, 

Horror  to  think,  and  Death  to  tell  f 
The  Prince  of  Darknefs  rul'd  his  Hour, 
Suffer'd  to  mew  forth  all  his  Power, 

And  fluke  me  o'er  the  Mouth  of  Hell. 

1 7  But  O !  his  Tyranny  is  o'er ! 
How  fhall  my  refcued  Soul  adore 

Thy  ftrange,  thy  unexampled  Grace ! 
A  Brand  pluck'd  from  the  Fire  I  am ! 
O  SAVIOUR,  help  me  to  proclaim, 

Help  me  to  mew  forth  all  thy  Praife. 

1 8  Fain  would  I  fpread  thro'  Earth  abroad 
The  Goodnefs  of  my  loving  GOD, 

And  teach  the  World  thy  Grace  to  prove, 
Unutterably  Good  Thou  art! 
Read,  JESU,  read  my  panting  Heart, 

Thou  feeft  it  pants  to  break  with  Love ! 

1 9  I  only  live  to  find  Thee  there : 
The  Manfion  for  Thyfelf  prepare, 

In  Love  anew  my  Heart  create : 
The  mighty  Change  I  long  to  feel : 
For  this  my  vehement  Soul  ftands  ftill, 

Reftlefs—  refign'd-  for  This  I  wait. 

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20  I  know,  my  Struggling  nought  avails, 
My  Strength,  and  fbolifti  Wifdom  fails, 

Vain  is  my  Toil,  and  vain  my  Reft : 
Only  before  thy  Feet  I  lay, 
The  Potter  Thou,  and  I  the  Clay, 

Thy  Will  be  done,  thy  Will  is  beft. 

2 1  I  need  not  urge  my  eager  Plea, 

The  Blood  of  Sprinkling  fpeaks  for  me, 

JESUS  for  me  vouchfafes  t' appear, 
For  me  before  the  Throne  he  ftands, 
Points  to  his  Side,  and  lifts  his  Hands, 
And  {hews,  that  I  am  grayen  there ! 

22  Suffice  it,  LORD,  I  now  Believe: 
To  Thee  my  ranfom'd  Soul  I  give, 

Hide  it,  till  all  Life's  Storms  be  o'er : 
O  keep  it  fafe  againft  that  Day  ! 
Thou  ever  liv'ft  for  me  to  pray: 

Thy  Prayer  be  heard,  I  ask  no  more. 


ISAIAH  xlv.     22. 

Look  unto  A/e,  and  beyefaved,  all  ye 
Ends  of  the  Earth. 

SINNERS,  your  SAVIOUR  fee! 
O  look  ye  unto  Me! 
Lift  your  Eyes,  ye  fallen  Race  f 

I,  the  Gracious  GOD  and  True, 
I  am  full  of  Truth  and  Grace, 
Full  of  Truth  and  Grace  for  you ! 

Look,  and  be  fav'd  from  Sin ! 
Btlieve,  and  be  ye  clean ! 

A  a  Guilty 


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Guilty,  lab'ring  Souls  draw  nigh ; 

See  the  Fountain  open'd  wide ; 
To  the  Wounds  of  JESUS  fly, 

Bathe  ye  in  my  bleeding  Side. 

Ah  dear,  redeeming  LORD, 
We  take  Thee  at  thy  Word. 
Lo !  to  Thee  we  ever  look, 

Freely  fav'd  by  Grace  alone : 
Thou  our  Sins  and  Curfe  haft  took  ; 
Thou  for  All  didft  once  atone. 

We  now  the  Writing  fee 
Nail'd  to  thy  Crofs  with  Thee ! 
With  thy  mangled  Body  torn, 

Blotted  out  by  Blood  Divine ; 
Far  away  the  Bond  is  borne ; 

Thou  art  Ours,  and  we  are  Thine. 

On  Thee  we  fix  our  Eyes, 
And  wait  for  frefh  Supplies : 
Juftified  ;  we  ask  for  more, 

Give  th'  abiding  Spirit,  give  ; 
LORD,  thine  Image  here  reftore, 
Fully  in  thy  Members  live. 

\          Author  of  Faith  appear ! 

Be  Thou  its  Finiiher, 
Upward  ftill  for  this  we  gaze, 

Till  we  feel  the  Stamp  Divine , 
Thee  behold  with  open  Face, 
Bright  in  all  thy  Glory  fliine. 

r  Leave  not  thy  Work  undone, 

But  ever  love  Thine  own, 
Let  us  all  thy  Goodnefs  prove, 

Let  us  to  the  End  believe ; 
Shew  thine  Everlafting  Love ; 
Save  us,  to  ths  utmoft  fave. 

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8  O  that  our  Life  might  be 
One  looking  up  to  Thee ! 

Ever  haft'ning  to  the  Day 

When  our  Eyes  fhall  fee  Thee  near ! 
Come,  Redeemer,  come  away  ! 

Glorious  in  thy  Saints  appear.  ' 

9  JESU,  the  Heavens  bow, 
We  long  to  meet  Thee  now  ? 

Now  in  Majefty  come  down, 

Pity  thine  Elect,  and  come ; 
Hear  in  us  thy  Spirit  groan, 

Take  the  weary  Exiles  Home. 

l  o  Now  let  thy  Face  be  feen, 

Without  a  Veil  between : 
Come  and  change  our  Faith  to  Sight, 

Swallow  up  Mortality  ; 
Plunge  us  in  a  Sea  of  Light: 
CHRIST,  be  All  in  All  to  me ! 


Praije for  REDEMPTION. 

From  the  German. 

1  TT  I G H Praife  to  Thee,  All-gracious  GOD ! 
JL  ±     Unceafmg  Praife  to  Thee  we  pay  : 
Naked  and  wallowing  in  our  Blood, 

Unpitied,  loath'd  of  all  we  lay.  • 
Thou  faw'ft,  and  from  th'  Eternal  Throne 
Gav'lt  us  thy  dear,  thine  only  Son. 

2  Thro'  thy  rich  Grace,  in  JESU'S  Blood, 

Bleffing,  Redemption,   Life  we  find : 
Our  Souls  wauYd  in  this  cleanfmg  Flood, 

No  Stain  of  Guilt  remains  behind. 
Who  can  thy  Mercy's  Stores  exprefs  ? 
Unfathomable,  numberlefs ! 

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3  Now  CHRIST, in  us  doth  live,  and  we, 

Father,  thro'  Him  with  Thee  are  one : 
The  Banner  of  his  Love  we  fee, 

And  fearlefs  grafp  the  Starry  Crown: 
Unutterable  Peace  we  feel 
In  Him,  and  Joys  unfpeakable. 

4  Now  haft  Thou  giv'n  us,  thro'  thy  Son, 

The  Power  of  living  Faith  to  fee, 
Unconquerable  Faith,  alone 

That  gains  o'er  all  the  Vidlcry ; 
Faith  which  nor  Earth  nor  Hell  can  move, 
Unblameable  in  perfect  Love. 

5  Fully  thy  quick'ning  Sp'rit  impart, 

Thou  who  haft  afi  our  Sins  forgiven ; 
O  form  the  SAVIOUR  in  my  Heart; 

Seal  of  thy  Love,  and  Pledge  of  Heaven: 
For  ever  be  his  Name  impreft 
Both  on  my  Hand,  and  on  my  Breaft. 

6  Thine  is  whate'er  we  are :  Thy  Graca 

In  CHRIST  created  us  anew, 
To  fmg  thy  never-ceafing  Praife, 

Thine  unexaufted  Love  to  mew ; 
And  arm'd  with  thy  great  Spirit's  Aid, 
Blamelefs  in  all  thy  Paths  to  tread. 

7  Yea,  Father,  ours  thro'  Him  Thou  art, 

For  fo  is  thine  Eternal  Will ! 
O  live,  move,  reign  within  my  Heart, 

My  Soul  with  all  thy  Fulnefs  fill: 
My  Heart,  my  All  I  yield  to  Thee : 
JESUS  be  All  in  All  to  me ! 


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On  the  AdmiJJion  cf  any  Perfon  into 
the  SOCIETY. 

ROT  HER  in  CHRIST,  and  Well-belov'd, 

To  JESUS  and  his  Servants  dear, 
Enter,  and  mew  Thyfelf  approv'd, 
Enter,  and  find  that  GOD  is  here ! 

2  '  Scap'd  from  the  World,  redeem'd  from  Sin, 

By  Fiends  purfued,  by  Men  abhor'd, 
Come  in,  poor  Fugitive,  come  in, 
And  mare  the  Portion  of  thy  LORD*, 

3  Welcome  from  Earth ! — Lo !  the  Right-Hand 

Of  Fellowfhip  to  Thee  we  give  j 
With  open  Arms,  and  Hearts  we  (land, 
And  Thee  in  JESU'S  Name  receive! 

4  Say,  is  Thy  Heart  refolv'd  as  ours? 

Then  let  it  burn  with  facred  Love; 
Then  let  it  tafte  the  Heavenly  Powers, 
Partaker  of  the  Joys  above. 

5  JESU,  attend!  Thyfelf  reveal ! 

Are  we  not  met  in  Thy  great  Name  ? 
Thee  in  the  midft  we  wait  to  feel, 

We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreading  Flame. 

6  Thou  GOD,  that  anfwereft  by  Fire, 

The  Sp'irit  of  Burning  Now  impart, 
And  let  the  Flames  of  pure  Defire 
Rife  from  the  Altar  of  our  Heart. 

7  Truly  our  Fellowfhip  below 

With  Thee,  and  with  thy  Father  is: 
In  Thee  Eternal  Life  we  know, 
And  Heaven's  unutterable  Bli&. 

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ipo     HYMNS  avd  SACRED  POEMS. 

In  Part  we  only  know  Thee  here, 
But  wait  thy  Coming  from  above,— 

And  I  mall  then  behold  Thee  near, 
And  I  (hall  All  be  loft  in  LOVE  ! 


Written  after  walking  over  SMITH 
FIELD. 

1  T  T  AIL,  Holy  Martyrs,  Glorious  Names, 
JL  A     Who  nobly  here  for  JESUS  ftood, 
RejoicM,  and  clap'd  your  Hands  in  Flames, 

And  dar'd  to  feal  the  Truth  with  Blood ! 

2  Strong  in  the  LORD,  Divinely  ftrong, 

Tortures  and  Death  ye  here  defy'd  ; 
Demons  and  Men,  a  gazing  Throng, 

Ye  brav'd,  and  more  than  Conqu'ring  died! 

3  Finifh'd  your  Courfe,  and  fought  your  Fight, 

Hence  did  your  mounting  Souls  afpire, 
Starting  from  Flefh,  they  took  their  Flight 
Born  upward  on  a  Car  of  Fire. 

4  Where  Earth  and  Hell  no  more  moleft, 

Ye  now  have  join'd  the  Heavenly  Hoft, 
Entred  into  your  Father's  Reft, 

And  found  the  Life  which  here  ye  loft. 

5  Father,  if  now  thy  Breath  revives 

In  us  the  pure,  Primeval  Flame, 
Thy  Power,  which  animates  our  Lives, 
Can  make  us  in  our  Deaths  the  fame  -, 

6  Can  out  of  Weaknefs  make  us  ftrong, 

Arming  as  in  the  antient  Days, 
Loofmg  the  ftammering  Infant's  Tongue, 
And  perfecting  in  Babes  thy  Praift. 

7 


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7  Stedfaft  we  then  (hall  ftand,  and  fure 

Thine  Everlafting  Truth  to  prove, 
In  Faith's  Plerophory  *  fecure, 
In  all  th'  Omnipotence  of  Love. 

8  Come,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  LORD, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  come ! 
Be  mindful  of  thy  changelefs  Word, 
And  make  the  faithful  Soul  thy  Home. 

9  Arm  of  the  LORD,  awake,  awake! 

In  us  thy  glorious  Self  reveal, 
Let  us  thy  Sev' enfold  Gifts  partake, 
Let  us  thy  mighty  Working  feel. 

t 

10  Near  us,  affifting  JESU,  ftand, 

Give  us  the  opening  Heaven  to  fee, 
Thee  to  behold  at  GOD's  Right-hand, 
And  yeild  our  parting  Souls  to  Thee. 

1 1  My  Father,  O  my  Father,  hear, 

And  fend  the  Fiery  Chariot  down, 
Let  I/racls  Flaming  Steeds  appear, 
And  whirl  us  to  the  ftarry  Crown ! 

12  We,  we  would  die  for  JESUS  too! 

Thro'  Tortures,  Fires,  and  Seas  of  Blood, 
All,  all  triumphantly  break  thro', 

And  plunge  into  the  Depths  of  GOD  f 


T^be  BELIEVER'S  TRIUMPH. 

From  the  German. 

ES  U,  thy  Blood  and  Righteoufnefs 
My  Beauty  are,  my  glorious  Drefs  ; 
'Midit  flaming  Worlds  in  Thefe  array 'd 
With  Joy  fhall  I  lift  up  my  Head.  z  Bolct 

*  i.  e.    Full  AJjurance* 


apa    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

2  Bold  (hall  I  ftand  in  thy  great  Day ; 
For  who  ought  to  my  Charge  fhall  lay  ? 
Fully  thro'  thefe  abfolv'd  I  am 

From  Sin  and  Fear,  from  Guilt  and  Shame. 

3  The  Deadly  Writing  now  I  fee 
Nail'd  with  thy  Body  to  the  Tree  :"" 

Torn  with  the  Nails  that  pierc'd  thy  Hands^ 
Th'old  Covenant  no  longer  Hands. 

4  ThoT  fign'd  and  written  with  my  Blood, 
As  Hell's  Foundations  fure  it  flood, 
Thine  hath  wafh'd  out  the  Crimfon  Stains, 
And  white  as  Snow  my  Soul  remains. 

5  Satan,  thy  due  Reward  furvey, 

The  LORD  of  Life  why  didft  thou  flay  ? 
To  tear  the  Prey  out  of  thy  Teeth  : 
To  fpoil  the  Realms  of  Hell  and  Death. 

6  The  Holy,  the  unfpotted  LAMB, 
Who  from  the  Father's  Bofom  came, 
Who  died,  for  me,  ev'n  me  t'atone, 
Now  for  my  LORD  and  GOD  I  own. 

7  LORD,  I  believe  thy  precious  Blood 
Which  at  the  Mercy-Seat  of  G  O  D 
For  ever  doth  for  Sinners  plead, 
For  me,  ev'n  for  my  Soul  was  med. 

8  LORD,  I  believe,  were  Sinners  more 
Than  Sands  upon  the  Ocean  Shore, 
For  All  Thou  haft  the  Ranfom  given, 
Purchas'd  for  All,  Peace,  Life,  and  Heaven.' 

g  LORD,  I  believe,  the  Price  is  paid 
For  every  Soul,  th' Atonement  made; 
And  every  Soul  thy  Grace  may  prove, 
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10  Carnal,  and  fold  to  Sin  no  more 
I  am ;  Hell's  Tyranny  is  o'er : 
Th'Immortal  Seed  remains  within, 
And  born  of  G  O  D  I  cannot  fm. 

1 1  Yet  Nought  whereof  to  boaft  I  have ; 
All,  all  thy  Mercy  freely  gave : 

No  Works,  no  Righteoufnefs  are  mine  ; 
All  is  thy  Work,  and  only  Thine. 

1 2  When  from  the  Duft  of  Death  I  rife, 
To  claim  my  Manfion  in  the  Skies, 
Ev'n  then,  This  fhall  be  all  my  Plea, 
"jEsus  hath  liv'd,  hath  died  for  me." 

1 3  Thus  Abraham,  the  Friend  of  G  O  D, 

Thus  all  Heaven's  Armies,  bought  with  Blood, 
SAVIOUR  of  Sinners  Thee  proclaim; 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  Chief  I  am. 

14  Naked  from  Satan  did  I  flee, 

To  Thee,  my  LORD,  and  put  on  Thee: 

And  thus  adorn'd,   I  wait  the  Word 

*'  He  comes :  Arife  and  meet  thy  LORD.'* 

1 5  This  fpotlefs  Robe  the  fame  appears, 
When  ruin'd  Nature  finks  in  Years  : 
No  Age  can  change  its  conftant  Hue  ; 
Thy  Blood  preferves  it  ever  New. 

1 6  When  Thou  (halt  call  in  that  Great  Day 
For  my  Account,  thus  will  I  fay  ; 

"  Thanks  to  my  Gracious  LORD,  if  ought 
"  Of  Good  I  did,  glad  I  it  wrought : 

17"  And  while  I  felt  thy  Blood  within, 
"  Cleanfmg  my  Soul  from  every  Sin, 
"  Purging  each  fierce  and  foul  Defire  ; 
*'  I  ioy'd  in  the  refining  Fire. 

18  If 


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1 8  "If Pride,  Defire,  Wrath  ftlrr'd  anew, 
"  Swift  to  my  fure  Refort  I  flew : 

"  See  there  my  LORD  upon  the  Tree ! 
"  Hell  heard :  Inftantwiy  Soul  was  free. 

1 9  Then  mail  Heaven's  Hofts  with  loud  Acclaim, 
Give  Praife  and  Glory  to  the  LAMB, 

Who  bore  our  Sins,  and  by  His  Blood 
Hath  made  us  Kings  and  Prick's  to  G O  D. 

20  O  ye,  who  joy  to  feed  his  Sheep, 
Ever  in  your  Remembrance  keep, 
Empty  they  are,  and  void  of  G  O  D, 
'Till  brought  to  the  atoning  Blood. 

21  JESU,  be  endlefs  Praife  to  Thee, 
Whofe  boundlefs  Mercy  hath  for  me, 
For  me,  and  All  thine  Hands  have  made, 
An  everlafting  Ranfom  paid. 

22  Ah  give  me  now,  All-gracious  LORD, 
With  Power  to  fpeak  thy  quickening  Word, 
That  All,  who  to  thy  Wounds  will  flee 
May  find  Eternal  Life  in  Thee. 

23  Thou  GOD  of  Power,  Thou  GOD  of  Love, 
Let  the  whole  World  thy  Mercy  prove  : 
Now  let  thy  Word  o'er  all  prevail : 

Now  take  the  Spoils  of  Death,  and  Hell. 

24  O  let  the  Dead  now  hear  thy  Voice, 
Now  bid  thy  banifh'd  ones  rejoice, 
Their  Beauty  this,  their  glorious  Drefs, 
JESU,  thy  Blood  and  Righteoufnefs ! 


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I'be  L  o  v  E-F  FAST. 


PART  I. 


O  M  E,  and  let  us  fweetly  join 
CHRIST  to  praife  in  Hymns  Divine i 

Give  we  all  with  one  Accord 

Glory  to  our  Common  LORD  : 

Hands,  and  Hearts,  and  Voices  raife, 
Sing  as  in  the  Antient  Days, 
Antedate  the  Joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  Feaft  of  LOVE. 

2  Strive  we,  in  Affeftion  ftrive : 
Let  the  purer  Flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  Martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  Champions  for  their  GOD. 

We,  like  them,  may  live  and  love, 
Call'd  we  are  their  Joys  to  prove ; 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  Wrath, 
Partners  of  like  pretious  Faith. 

3  Sing  we  then  in  JESU'S  Name, 
Now,  as  yefterday  the  fame, 
One  in  every  Age  and  Place, 
Full  for  All  of  Truth  and  Grace. 

We  for  CHRIST  our  Mailer  ftand, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  Land  ; 
We  our  Dying  LORD  confefs, 
We  are  JESU'S  Witneffes. 

4  Witnefles  that  CHRIST  hath  died ; 
We  with  Him  are  crucified  : 
CHRIST  hath  burft  the  Bands  of  Death; 
We  his  quick 'ning  Spirit  breathe : 

CHRIST 


i<)6    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

CHRIST  is  now  gone  up  on  high; 
(Thither  all  our  Wifhes  fly) : 
Sits  at  GOD's  Right-hand  above  ; 
There  with  Him  we  reign  in  Love ! 


PART  II. 

O  M  E,  Thou  High  and  Lofty  LORD, 
Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  Word  •> 
Humbly  ftoop  to  Earth  again, 
Come,  and  vifit  abjedl  Man. 

JESU,  dear,  expefted  Gueft, 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  Feaft ; 
For  Thyfelf  our  Hearts  prepare, 
Come,  and  fit,  and  banquet  there. 

2  JESU,  we  the  Promife  claim, 
We  are  met  in  thy  Great  Name : 
In  the  midft  do  Thou  appear, 
Manifeft  thy  Prefence  here ; 

Sanftify  us,  LORD,  and  blefs, 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  Peace, 
Thou  Thyfelf  within  us  move ; 
Make  our  Feaft  a  Feaft  of  Love. 

3  Let  the  Fruits  of  Grace  abound, 
Let  in  us  thy  Bowels  'bund ; 

i     Faith,  and  Love,  and  Joy  increafe, 
Temperance,  and  Gentlenefs : 

Plant  in  us  thine  Humble  Mind ; 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Meek,   and  lowly  let  us  be, 
Full  of  Goodnefs,  full  of  Thee. 

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4  Make  us  all  in  Thee  complear, 
Make  us  all  for  Glory  meet, 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  Sight, 
Partners  with  the  Saints  in  Light. 

Call,  O  call  us  each  by  Name 
To  the  Marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  Breaft, 
Love  be  there  our  endlefs  Fcaft. 


PAR  rill. 

1  T     E  T  us  join  ('  tis  GOD  commands) 

\  _j  Let  usjoin  our  Hearts  and  Hands ; 
Help  to  gain  our  Calling's  Hope, 
Build  we  each  the  Other  up. 

GOD  His  Bleffing  mall  difpenfe, 
GOD  (hall  crown  his  Ordinance, 
Meet  in  His  appointed  Ways, 
Nourifh  us  with  focial  Grace. 

2  Let  us  then  as  Brethren  love, 
Faithfully  his  Gifts  improve, 
Carry  on  the  earneft  Strife, 
Walk  in  Holinefs  of  Life ; 

Still  forget  the  Things  behind, 
Follow  CHRIST  in  Heart  and  Mind, 
Toward  the  Mark  unwearied  prefs, 
-     Seize  the  Crown  of  Righteoufnefs. 

3  Plead  we  thus  for  Faith  alone, 
Faith  which  by  our  Works  is  ihown  j 
GOD  it  is  who  juftifies, 

Only  Faith  the  Grace  applies, 


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198  HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEM*. 

A&ive  Faith  that  lives  within, 
Conquers  Hell,  and  Death,  and  Sin, 
Sanctifies,  and  makes  us  whole, 
Forms  the  SAVIOUR  in  the  Soul. 

Let  us  for  This. Faith  contend, 
Sure  Salvation  is  its  End ; 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 
Everlafting  Life  is  won : 

Only  let  us  perfevere 
Till  we  fee  our  LORD  appear, 
Never  from  the  Rock  remove, 
Sav'dby  Faith  which  works  by  LOVE. 


PART  IV. 

i  "PARTNERS  of  a  glorious  Hope, 

\,     Lift  your  Hearts  and  Voices  up  ; 

Jointly  let  us  rife  and  fing 

CHRIST  our  Prophet,  Prieft,  and  King. 

Monuments  of  JESU'S  Grace, 
Speak  we  by  our  Lives  his  Praife, 
Walk  in  Him  we  have  receiv'd, 
Shew  we  not  in  vain  Believ'd. 

2  While  we  walk  with  GOD  in  Light, 
GOD  our  Hearts  doth  ftill  unite, 
Deareft  Fellowfhip  we  prove, 
Fellowfhip  of  JESU'S  Love; 

Sweetly  each  with  each  combin'd, 
In  the  Bonds  of  Duty  join'd, 
Feels  the  cleanfing  Blood  applied^ 
Daily  feels  that  CHRIST  hath  died. 

3  Still,  O  LORD,  our  Faith  increafe, 
Cleanfe  from  all  Unrighteoufnefs, 

Thee 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Thee,  th'  Unholy  cannot  fee ; 
Make,  O  make  us  meet  for  Thee : 

Every  vile  Affeftion  kill, 
Root  out  every  Seed  of  Jll; 
Utterly  abolifh  Sin, 
Write  thy  Law  of  Love  within. 

4  Hence  may  all  our  Adlions  flow, 

Love  the  Proof  that  CHRIST  we  know  ; 
Mutual  Love  the  Token  be, 
LORD,  that  we  belong  to  Thee : 

Love,  thine  Image  Love  impart, 
Stamp  it  on  our  Face  and  Heart, 
Only  Love  to  us  be  given, 
LORD,  we  ask  no  other  Heaven. 


PART  V. 
j  PETE  R  i.  3.  &c. 

*   T?  A  T  H  E  R,  hail,  by  All  ador'd, 
j^     Father  of  our  Bleeding  LORD  F 
GOD  of  Mercy,  Thee  wepraiie, 
Sav'd  by  thine  abundant  Grace: 

To  a  lively  Hope  begot, 
Into  fecond  Being  brought, 
Quicken'd  by,  and  with,  oar  Head, 
Rais'd  in  JESUS  from  the  Dead, 

2  Rais'd  t'  inherit  glorious  Joys, 
Happinefs  that  never  cloys, 
Happinefs  without  Allay, 
Joys  that  never  fade  away; 

Manna  fuch  as  Angels  eat, 
Pure  Delights  for  Spirits  fit, 

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3co    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

All  to  us  thro'  JESUS  given, 
All  for  us  referv'd  in  Heaven. 

3  There  we  fhall  in  Glory  fhine, 
Kept  on  Earth  by  Power  Divine ; 
Power  Divine  thro'  Faith  receiv'dr 
We  the  Promife  have  believ'd  ; 

Confident  that  CHRIST  fhall  come, 
Make  the  Faithful  Souls  his  Home, 
Here  in  part  Himfelf  reveal, 
Stamp  us  with  the  Spirit's  Seal. 

4  This  we  now  rejoice  to  know, 
Sorrowful  howe'er  we  go, 
Exercis'd,  if  Need  require, 
PurgM  in  the  Refining  Fire : 

Faith  the  Trial  mall  abide, 
Shine,  as  Gold,  when  fully  tried, 
Glory,  Honour,  Praife  receive, 
Which  the  Righteous  Judge  lhall  give. 

5  Him  we  love  as  yet  unfeen  : 

( Flefh  is  interpos'd  between :) 
Only  Faith's  interior  Eye, 
Darkly  can  its  LORD  defcry : 

Gladden'd  by  the  partial  Sight, 
Swells  our  Soul  with  vaft  Delight, 
Glorious  and  unfpeakable: 
Heaven  begun  on  Earth  we  feel. 

6  Here  the  Sinner  that  believes, 
Everlafting  Life  receives, 
Here  Angelic  Blifs  we  find, 

Blifs,  the  fame  with  Theirs  in  kind, 

Only  differing  in  Degree : 
Lengthen'd  out  it  foon  fhall  be; 


All 


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AH  our  Heaven  we  then  mall  prove, 
All  th'  Eternity  of  Love. 


*The  Communion  of  Saints. 
PART  I. 

1  T?ATHER,  Son,  and  Spirit,  hear 
Jt/    Faith's  effectual,  fervent  Prayer, 
Hear,  and  our  Petitions  feal; 

Let  us  now  the  Anfwer  feel. 

Myftically  One  with  Thee, 
Tranfcript  of  the  Trinity, 
Thee  let  all  our  Nature  own 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One. 

2  If  we  now  begin  to  be 

Partners  with  thy  Saints  and  Thee, 
If  we  have  our  Sins  forgiven, 
Fellow-Citizens  of  Heaven, 

Still  the  Fellowfhip  increafe, 
Knit  us  in  the  Bond  of  Peace, 
Join,  our  new-born  Spirits  join 
Each  to  each,  and  All  to  Thine; 

3  Build  us  in  One  Body  up,. 

Call'd  in  one  high  Calling's  Hope  j 
One  the  Spirit  whom  we  claim, 
One  the  pure  Baptifmal  Flame, 

One  the  Faith,  and  Common  LORD, 
One  the  Father  lives,  ador'd 
Over,  thro',  and  in  us  all, 
GOD  Incomprehenfible ! 

4  One  with  GOD,  the  Source  of  Blifs, 
Ground  of  our  Communion  This; 

B  b  3  Life 


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Life  of  All  that  live  below, 
Let  thine  Emanations  flow, 

Rife  eternal  in  our  Heart : 
Thou  our  long-fought  Eden  art ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Be  to  us  what  Adam  loft. 

5  Bold  we  ask  thro'  CHRIST  the  Son, 
Thou,  O  CHRIST,  art  All  our  ownj 
Our  exalted  Flefh  we  fee 

To  the  Godhead  join'd  in  Thee  : 

Glorious  now  thy  Heaven  we  ftiare, 
Thou  art  here,  and  we  are  there, 
We  participate  of  Thine, 
Human  Nature  of  Divine. 

6  Live  we  now  in  CHRIST  our  Head, 
Quick'ned  by  thy  Life,  and  fed ; 
CHRIST,  from  whom  the  Spirit  flows, 
Into  Thee  thy  Body  grows ; 

While  we  feel  the  Vital  Blood, 
While  the  circulating  Flood, 
CHRIST,  thro'  every  Member  rolls, 
Soul  of  all  Believing  Souls. 

7  Daily  Growth  the  Members  find, 
Fitly  each  with.  Other  join'd  ; 
Clofely  all  compacted  rife  j 
Every  Joint  its  Strength  fupplies,. 

Life  to  every  Part  conveys, 
Till  the  whole  receive  Increafe, 
All  compleat  the  Body  prove, 
Perfectly  built  up  in  Love. 


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PART  II. 

1  X^HRIST,  the  true,  the  Heavenly  Vine, 
\^_j  If  thy  Grace  hath  made  us  Thine, 
Branches  of  a  poifon'd  Root, 

Fallen  Adams,  evil  Fruit  j 

If  we  now  tranfplanted  are, 
If  we  of  thy  Nature  mare, 
Hear  us,  LORD,  and  let  us  be 
Fully  grafted  into  Thee. 

2  Still  may  we  continue  thus, 
We  in  Thee,  and  Thou  in  us  ^ 
Let  us  frelh  Supplies  receive, 
From  Thee,  in  Thee  ever  live ; 

Share  the  Fatnefs  of  the  Root, 
Bloffom,  bud,  and  bring  forth  Fruit,. 
With  immortal  Vigour  rife, 
Tow'ring  till  we  reach  the  Skies. 

3  CHRIST,  to  all  Believers  known, 
Living,  precious  Corner-Stone, 
CHRIST,  by  Mortals  difallow'd, 
Chofen  and  efteem'd  of  GOD  ; 

Lively  Stones  we  come  to  Thee, 
Built  together  let  us  be, 
Sav'd  by  Grace  thro'  FAITH  alone: 
Faith  it  is  that  makes  us  One. 

4  Other  Ground  can  no  Man  lay, 
JESUS  TAK.ES  OUR  SINS  AWAY! 
JESUS  the  Foundation  is: 

This  mall  fland,  and  only  This : 

Fitly  framed  in  Him  we  are, 
All  the  Building  rifes  fair : 

Let 


304.    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Let  it  to  a  Temple  rife, 
Worthy  Him  who  fills  the  Skies. 

5  Hufband  of  thy  Church  below, 
CHRIST,  if  Thee  our  LORD  we  know, 
Unto  Thee  betroth 'd  in  Love, 
Always  faithful  let  us  prove, 

Never  rob  Thee  of  our  Heart, 
Never  give  the  Great  ore  Part ; 
Only  Thou  poffefs  the  Whole, 
Take  our  Body,  Spirit,  Soul. 

6  Stedfaft  let  us  cleave  to  Thee,. 
Love  the  Myftic  Union  be, 
Union  to  the  World  unknown  F 
JoinM  to  GOD,  in  Spirit  One, 

Wait  we  till  the  Spoufe  fliall  come^ 
Till  the  LAMB  fhall  take  us  Home, 
For  his  Heaven  the  Bride  prepare,  • 
Solemnize  our  Nuptials  there. 


PART  III. 
JOHN  xvii.  20,  &c. 

,    y">HRIST,  our  Head,  gone  up  on  higk, 
V_>  Be  Thou  in  thy  Spirit  nigh, 
Advocate  with  GOD,  give  Ear 
To  thine  own  effectual  Prayer : 

Hear  the  Sounds  Thou  once  didil  breathe 
In  thy  Days  of  Flefh  beneath, 
Now,  O  JESU,  let  them  be 
Strongly  eccho'd  back  to  Thee. 

2  We,  O  CHRIST,  have  Thee  received, 
We  the  Gofpel-Word  bellevM, 

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Juitly  then  we  claim  a  Share 
In  Thine  Everlafting  Prayer. 

One  the  Father  is  with  Thee ; 
Knit  us  in  like  Unity ; 
Make  us,  O  uniting  Son, 
One  as  Thou  and  He  are  One. 

3  If  thy  Love  to  us  hath  given 
All  the  Glory  of  His  Heaven, 
( From  Eternity  Thine  own, 
Glory  here  in  Grace  begun) 

Let  us  now  the  Gift  receive, 
By  the  Vital  Union  live, 
Join'd  to  GOD,  and  perfeft  be, 
Myftically  One  in  Thee. 

4  Let  it  hence  to  All  be  known, 
Thou  art  with  thy  Father  One, 
One  with  Him  in  Us  be  fhew'd, 
Very  GOD  of  Very  GOD^ 

Sent,  our  Spirits-  to  unite, 
Sent  to  make  us  Sons  of  Light, 
Sent,  that  we  his  Grace  may  prove, 
All  the  Riches  of  his  Love. 

5  Thee  He  lov'd  e'er  Time  begun,. 
Thee  the  Coeternal  Son  ; 

He  hath  to  Thy  Merit  given 

Us,  th'  Adopted  Heirs  of  Heaven. 

Thou  haft  will'd  that  we  mould  rife, 
See  thy  Glory  in  the  Skies, 
See  Thee  by  all  Heaven  ador'd, 
Be  forever  with  our  LORD.. 


6  Thou  the  Father  fee 'ft  alone  ^ 
Thou  to  us  haft  made  Him  known : 


Sent 


306' 


Sent  from  Him  we  know  Thou  art, 
We  have  found  Thee  in  our  Heart : 

Thou  the  Father  haft  declar'd  : 
He  is  here  our  great  Reward, 
Ours  his  Nature  and  his  Name ; 
Thou  art  Ours  with  Him  the  fame. 

7  Still,  O  LORD,  (for  Thine  we  are) 
Still  to  us  his  Name  declare ; 
Thy  Revealing  Spirit  give, 
Whom  the  World  cannot  receive: 

Fill  us  with  the  Father's  Love, 
Never  from  our  Souls  remove, 
Dwell  in  us,  and  we  mall  be 
Thine  to  all  Eternity. 


PVRT  IV. 

H  R I S  T,  from  whom  all  Bleffings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  Saints  below, 
Hear  us,  wh<J>thy  Nature  mare, 
Who  thy  Myftic  Body  are : 

Join  us,  in  One  Spirit  join, 
Let  us  ftill  receive  of  Thine, 
Still  for  more  on  Thee  we  call, 
Thee,  who  filleft  All  in  All.. 

2  Clofer  knit  to  Thee  our  Head, 
Nourifh  us,  O  CHRIST,  and  feed, 
Let  us  daily  Growth  receive, 
More  and  more  in  JESUS  live: 

JESU  !  we  thy  Members  are, 
Cherifh  us  with  kindeft  Care, 
-Qf  thy  Flefti,  and  of  thy  Bone : 
'  \ove,  for  ever  love  Thine  own. 

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3  Move,  and  aftuate,  and  guide, 
Diverfe  Gifts  to  each  divide  ; 
Plac'd  according  to  thy  Will, 
Let  us  all  our  Work  fulfil; 

Never  from  our  Office  move, 
Needful  to  the  Others  prove, 
Ufe  the  Grace  on  each  beftow'd, 
Tempered  by  the  Art  of  GOD. 

4  Sweetly  now  we  all  agree, 
Touch'd  with  fofteft  Sympathy, 
Kindly  for  each  other  care  : 
Every  Member  feels  its  Share: 

Wounded  by  the  Grief  of  One, 
All  the  fuffering  Members  groan  ; 
Honour'd  if  one  Member  is, 
All  partake  the  common 


5  Many  are  we  now,  and  One, 
We  who  JESUS  have  have  put  on  : 
There  is  neither  Bond  nor  Free, 
Male  nor  Female,  LORD,  in  Thee. 

Love,  like  Death,  hath  all  deftroy'd, 
Render'  d  all  Diilinclions  void  : 
Names,  and  Sefts,  and  Parties  fall  ; 
Thou,  O  CHRIST,  art  AIL  in  ALL! 


PART  V. 
HE  BREWS  xii.  22,23,24. 

ING:  of  Saints,  to  whom  are  given 
All  in  Earth,  and  All  in  Heaven, 
Reconcil'd  thro1  Thee  alone, 
Join'd,  and  gathered  into  One: 

Heirs 


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308    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

Heirs  of  Glory,  Sons  of  Grace, 
Lo !  to  Thee  our  Hopes  we  raife, 
Raife  and  fix  our  Hopes  on  Thee, 
Full  of  Immortality  ! 

2  Abfent  in  our  Flefh  from  Home, 
We  are  to  Mount  Sion  come : 
Heaven  is  our  Soul's  Abode, 
City  of  the  Living  GOD; 

Enter'd  there  our  Seats  we  claim 
In  the  Nenv  Jerufalem, 
Join  the  countlefs  Angel-Quire, 
Greet  the  Firlt-born  Sons  of  Fire. 

3  We  our  Elder-Brethren  meet, 
We  are  made  with  them  to  lit, 
Sweeteft  Fellowfhip  we  prove 
With  the  General  Church  above ; 

Saints,  who  now  their  Names  behold 
In  the  Book  of  Life  enrolled, 
Spirits  of  the  Righteous,  made 
Perfect  here  in  CHRIST  their  Head. 

4  We  with  Them  to  GOD  are  come, 
GOD  who  fpeaks  the  General  Doom, 
JESUS  CHRIST,  who  ftands  between 
Angry  Heaven,  and  guilty  Men, 

Undertakes  to  buy  our  Peace, 
Gives  the  Covenant  of  Grace, 
Ratifies,  and  makes  it  good, 
Signs  and  Seals  it  with  his  Blood. 

5  Life  his  healing  Blood  imparts, 
Sprinkled  on  our  peaceful  Hearts : 
AbeT*  Blood  for  Vengeance  cried, 
JESU'S  fpeaks  us  juftify'd: 


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Speaks,  and  calls  for  better  Things, 
Make  us  Prophets,  Priefts,  and  Kings, 
Aflcs  that  we  with  Him  may  reign, 
Earth  and  Heaven  fay,  Amen ! 


PART  VI. 

ye  Kindred  Souls  above, 
Man  provokes  you  unto  Love ; 
Saints  and  Angels  hear  the  Call, 
Praife  the  Common  LORD  of  All : 

Him  let  Earth  and  Heaven  proclaim, 
Earth  and  Heaven  record  His  Name, 
Let  us  Both  in  this  agree, 
Both  his  one  great  Family. 

2  Hofts  of  Heaven  begin  the  Song, 
Praife  Him  with  a  tuneful  Tongue, 
( Sounds  like  yours  we  cannot  raife, 
We  can  only  lifp  his  Praife ) 

Us  repenting  Sinners  fee, 
JLSUE  died  to  fet  us  free, 
Sing  ye  over  us  forgiven ; 
Shout  for  Joy,  ye  Hofts  of  Heaven. 

3  Be  it  unto  Angels  known, 

By  the  Church,  what  GOD  hath  done: 
Depths  of  Love  and  Wifdom  fee 
Jn  a  Dying  Deity ! 

Gaze,  ye  firft-born  Seraphs,  gaze ! 
Never  can  ye  found  his  Grace  : 
Loft  in  Wonder,  look  no  more ; 
Fall,  and  fdently  adore. 

4  Minifterial  Spirits  know, 
Execute  your  Charge  below : 

Cc  You 


510    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

You  our  Father  hath  prepar'd, 
Fenc'd  us  with  a  Flaming  Guard: 

-Bid  you  all  our  Ways  attend, 
Safe  convoy  us  to  the  End, 
On  your  Wings  our  Souls  remove, 
Waft  us  to  the  Realms  of  Love. 

5  Happy  Souls  whofe  Courfe  is  run, 
Who  the  Fight  of  Faith  have  won, 
Parted  by  an  earlier  Death, 
Think  ye  of  your  Friends  beneath? 

Have  ye  your  own  Fle(h  forgot, 
By  a  common  Ranfom  bought? 
Can  Death's  interpofing  Tide 
Spirits  One  in  CHRIST  divide? 

6  No :  for  Us  you  ever  wait, 

Till  we  make  your  Blifs  compleat, 
Till  your  Fellow- Servants  come, 
Till  your  Brethren  haften  home: 

You  in  Paradife  remain, 
For  your  Teltimony  flain, 
Nobly  who  for  JESUS  flood, 
Bold  to  feal  the  Truth  with  Blood. 

7  Ever  now  your  fpeaking  Cries 
From  beneath  the  Altar  rife, 
Loudly  call  for  Vengeance  due: 
"Come,  Thou  Holy  GOD,  and  True! 

"LoRD,  how  long  doft  Thou  delay? 
"  Come  to  Judgment,  come  away ! 
"Haften,  LORD,  the  General  Doom, 
"  Come  away,  to  Judgment  come ! 

8  Wait,  ye  Righteous  Spirits,  wait, 
Soon  arrives  your  Glorious  Stafej 


Rob'd 


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Rob'd  in  White  a  Seafon  reft, 
Bleft,  if  not  compleatly  bleft. 

When  the  Number  is  fulmTd, 
When  the  WitnefTes  are  kill'd,. 
When  we  All  from  Earth  are  driven, 
Then  with  us  ye  mount  to  Heaven. 

9  JESU  hear,  and  bow  the  Skies, 
Hark !  we  all  unite  our  Cries ; 
Take  us  to  our  Heavenly  Home, 
Quickly  let  thy  Kingdom  come ! 

JESU  come,  the  Spirit  cries, 
JESU  come,  the  Bride  replies ; 
One  Triumphant  Church  above, 
Join  us  All  in  Perfecl  Love. 


ISAIAH  Ixiv. . 

O  That  Thou  would'ft  the  Heavens  rend! 
O  that  Thou  would'ft  this  Hour  come  down ! 
Defcend,  Almighty  GOD,  defcend, 
And  ftrongly  vindicate  Thine  own  f 

Now  let  the  Heathens  fear  thy  Name, 
Now  let  the  World  «hy  Nature  know, 

Dart  into  All  the  melting  Flame 

Of  Love,  and  make  the  Mountain  flow. 

O  let  thine  Indignation  burn, 

The  Lightning  of  thy  Judgments  glare, 
Th'  afpiring  Confidence  o'erturn 

Of  all  that  ftill  thine  Anger  dare. 


C  c  2  4  From 


312    HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS. 

4  From  Heaven  reveal  thy  vengeful  Ire, 

Thy  Fury  let  the  Nations  prove, 
Confels  Thee  a  confuming  Fire, 

And  tremble,  till  they  feel  thy  Love. 

5  Thy  Power  was  to  our  Fathers  known ; 

A  mighty  GOD,  and  terrible ; 
In  Majefty  Thou  cameft  down, 

The  Mountains  at  thy  Prefence  fell. 

6  The  Wonders  Thou  for  them  haft  wrought 

Thy  boundlefs  Power  and  Love  proclaim, 
Far  above  all  they  ask'd  or  thought: 
And  now  we  wait  to  know  thy  Name. 

7  We  wait;  for  fmce  the  World  began 

To  Men  it  ne'er  by  Men  was  Ihew'd : 
Thou  only  canft  Thy  felf  explain, 
GOD  only  founds  the  Depths  of  GOD, 

8  Eye  hath  not  feen,  Ear  hath  not  heard, 

By  Heart  conceiv'd  it  cannot  be, 
The  Blifs  Thou  haft  for  Him  prepar'd, 
Who  waits  in  humble  Faith  for  Thee. 

9  Thou  meeteft  him  that  dares  rejoice 

In  Hope  of  thy  Salvation  near  ; 
Who  wants,  while  he  obeys  jhy  Voice, 
The  perfect  Love  that  cafts  out  Fear. 

10  In  Works  of  Rightonfnefs  employ'd 

Who  Thee  remembers  in  Thy  Ways, 
The  ORDINANCES  of  his  GOD, 
The  facred  Channels  of  thy  Grace. 

1 1  But  lo!  thine  Anger  kindled  is, 

And  juftly  might  for  ever  burn; 
We  have  forfook  the  Path  of  Peace : 
How  fhall  our  wand'ring  Souls  return? 

12  In 


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1 2  In  Thine  appointed  Ways  we  wait, 

The  Ways  thy  Wifdom  hath  enjoin'd; 
Thy  faving  Grace  we  here  fhall  meet ; 
For  every  one  that  leeks  fhall  find. 

1 3  Nor  can  we  thus  thy  Wrath  appeafe; 

We  and  our  Works  are  all  unclean, 
As  filthy  Rags  our  Righteoufnefs, 
Our  Good  is  111,  our  Virtue  Sin. 

14  Like  withered  Leaves  we  fade  away, 

We  all  deferve  thy  Wrath  to  feel, 
Swift  as  the  Wind  our  Sins  convey, 
And  fweep  our  guilty  Souls  to  Hell. 

1 5  Not  one  will  call  upon  thy  Name, 

Stir  himfelf  up  thy  Grace  to  fee, 

The  LORD  His  Righteoufnefs  to  claim, 

And  boldly  to  take  hold  on  Thee. 

1 6  For  O !  thy  Face  is  turn'd  afide, 

Since  we  refus'd  t'  obey  thy  Will; 
Thou  haft  confumM  us  for  our  Pride, 
.  Thy  heavy  Hand  confumes  us  ftill. 

1 7  But  art  thou  not  our  Father  Now  ? 

Our  Father  Now  Thou  furely  art: 
Humbly  beneath  thy  Frown  we  bow, 
We  feek  Thee  with  a  trembling  Heart. 

i  g  The  Potter  Thou,  and  We  the  Clay; 

Behold  us  at  thy  Footftool  kid, 
In  Anger  caft  us  not  away, 

The  Creatures  whom  thine  Hands  have  made. 

,  o  O  let  thine  Anger  rage  no  more, 

Remember  not  Iniquity; 
See  LORD,  and  all  our  Sins  pafs  o'er,. 
Thine  own  Peculiar  People  fee. 

C  C  3,  2O  Jer u- 


^4    HYMNS  find  SACRED  POEMS. 

ic  Jerufuleni  in  Ruins  lies, 

A  Wildernefs  thy  Cities  are  ; 
-  A  Den  of  Thieves  thy  Temple  is, 

No  longer  now  the  Houfe  of  Prayer. 

z  \   Where  humbly  low  our  Fathers  bow'd, 

And  Thee  with  joyful  Lips  ador'd, 
Idolaters  profanely  croud, 

And  take  die  Altar  for  its  LORD. 

22  The  facred  Means  Thyfelf  ordain'd, 

Others  rejeft  with  impious  Hafte  ; 
By  Thefe  blalphem'd,  by  Thofe  profan'd 
Our  pleafant  Things  are  all  laid  wafte. 

23  And  wilt  Thou  not  this  Havock  fee, 

For  which  we  ever,  ever  mourn  ? 
Still  mail  we  cry  in  vain  to  Thee  ? 
Return,  our  gracious  LORD,  return? 

24  Hold  not  thy  Peace  at  Sion's  Woe, 

O  caft  not  out  thy  People's  Prayer, 
Regard  thy  fuffering  Church  below, 

And  fpare,  the  Weeping  Remnant  fpare. 

25  Thy  fallen  Tabernacle  raife, 

Thy  Chaftifement  at  laft  remove, 
That  all  Mankind  may  fing  thy  Praiie, 

Thou  GOD  of  Truth,  Thou  GOD  of  Love! 


HEBREWS  iv.  9. 
rcmalneth  therefore  a  REST  to 
the  People  of  GOD. 

j   IT    ORD,  1  believe  a  Reft  remains 
_|_^     To  all  thy  People  known, 
A  Reft,  where  Pure  Enjoyment  reigns, 

Aad  Thou  art  lov'd  Alone.  2  A 


HYMNS  and  SACRED  POEMS.    515 

2  A  Reft,  where  all  our  Soul's  Defire 

Is  fixt  on  Things  above, 
Where  Doubt,  and  Pain,  and  Fear  expire, 
Caft  out  by  Perfect  Love. 

3  A  Reft  of  Lafting  Joy  and  Peace, 

Where  all  is  calm  within : 
'  Tis  there  from  our  own  Works  we  ceafe, 
From  Pride,  and  Self,  and  Sin. 

4  Our  Life  is  hid  with  CHRIST  in  GODj 

The  Agony  is  o'er  : 
We  wreftle  not  with  Flefh  and  Blood, 
Weftrwe  with  Sin  no  more. 

5  Our  Sp'rit  is  right,  our  H«art  is  clean, 

Our  Nature  is  renew'd, 
We  cannot,  no,  we  Cannot  Sin, 
For  we  are  born  of  GOD. 

6  From  ev'ry  evil  Motion  freed, 

(The  SON  hath  made  us  free) 
On  all  the  Pow'rs  of  Hell  we  tread, 
In  glorious  Liberty. 

7  Redeem' d,  we  walk  on  Holy  Ground, 

In  CHRIST  we  cannot  err: 

No  Lion  in  that  Way  is  found, 

No  ravenous  Beaft  is  there ! 

8  Safe  in  the  Way  of  Life,  above 

Death,  Earth,  and  Hell  we  rife; 
We  find,  when  perfected  in  Love, 
Our  long-fought  Paradife. 

9  Within  that  Eden  we  retire, 

We  reft  in  JESU'S  Name: 

It  guards  us,  as  a  Wall  of  Fire, 

And  as  a  Sword  of  Flame. 

10  O 


5i<5"   HYMNS  and  SACRED   POEMS.' 

10  O  that  I  now  The  Reft  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in! 
Now,  SA  v  i OUR,  Now  the  Power  bellow, 
And  let  me  ceafe  from  Sin. 

1 1  Remove  this  Hardnefs  from  my  Heart, 

This  Unbelief  remove, 
To  me  the  Reft  of  Faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  Love. 

1 2  I  groan  from  Sin  to  be  fet  free, 

From  Self  to  be  releas'd; 
O  take  me,  take  me  into  Thee, 
Mine  Everlafting  Reft. 

1 3  I  would  be  Thine,  Thou  know'ft  I  wou'd, 

And  have  Thee  all  mine  own  : 
Thee,  O  mine  All-fufficient  Good, 
I  want,  and  Thee  alone. 

14  Thy  Name  to  me,  thy  Nature  grant; 

This,  only  this  be  given, 
Nothing  befides  my  GOD  I  want, 
Nothing  in  Earth  or  Heaven. 

15  Come,  O  my  SAVIOUR,  come  away, 

Into  my  Soul  defcend, 
No  longer  from  thy  Creature  ftay, 
My  Author,  and  my  End. 

1 6  The  Blifs  Thou  haft  for  me  prepared 

No  longer  be  delay'd : 
Come  my  exceeding  Great  Reward, 
For  whom  I  firft  was  made. 


17  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  feal  me  thine  Abode, 
Let  all  I  am  in  Thee  be  loft, 
Let  all  I  am  be  GOD! 

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THE 

CONTENTS. 


PART   I. 

Page 

EU  P  O  L  I  S   Hymn  to  the  Creator.  )  f 
From  the  Greek.  J 

Solitude.   From  the  Latin.  5 

The  Myftery  of  Life.  6 

Epitaph.  8 

Virtue.     Altered  from  Herbert.  ib. 

Upon  lilming  to  the  Vibrations  of  a  Clock.        9 
Doomsday.     From  Herbert.  ib. 

Spiritual  Slumber.    From  the  German*  10 

Zeal.  1  1 

On  reading  Monfieur  de  Renty's  Life.  1  3 

Farewel  to  the  World.     From  the  French.       14 
Giddinefs.     From  Herbert.  15 

To  a  Friend  in  Love.  16 

She  that  liveth  in  Pleafure  is  Dead  while  ) 

fheliveth,  i  Tim.  v.  6.  J    9 

Know  ye  not  that  the  Friendfhip   of  the  7 

World  is  Enmity  with  GOD.  }  2< 

Hymn  to  Contempt.  21 

Grace  before  Meat.  23 

Another,     p.  23.      Grace  after  Meat  24 

On  Clemens  Alexandrinus'  Defcription  of  a  ) 

Perfeft  Chriftian.  5  2? 

The  Collar.     From  Herbert.  26 

Grace.     From  the  fame.  28 

Gratefulnefs.     From  the  fame.  29 

The  Flower.     From  the  fame.  30 

Bitter  Sweet.     From  the  fame.  3  1 

A  Midnight  Hymn  for  One  under  the  Law.    3  2 
D  d  After 


The  CONTENTS. 

After  confidering  fome  of  his  Friends.  3  3 

Religious  Difcourfe.  34 

Mifery.     From  the  fame.  39 

The  Sinner.     From  the  fame.  41 

Home.     From  the  fame.  42 

Longing.     From  the  fame.  44 

The  Search.     From  the  fame.  46 

Difcipline.     From  the  fame.  47 

Divine  Love.     From  the  German.  48 
Written   in  the  Beginning  of  a  Recovery  1 

from  Sicknefs.  5 

After  a  Recovery  from  Sicknefs.  5 1 

A  Prayer  under  Convictions.  5  3 

The  liii  Chapter  of  Ifaiab  5  5 

Waiting  for  Redemption.  58 
Gal.  iii.  22.     The  Scripture  hath  concluded  7 

all  under  Sin,  fcfr.  J  5' 

Hoping  for  Grace.     From  the  German.  6 1 

The  Dawning.     From  Herbert.  63 
Pfalm  cxxxix.   23.      Try  me,    O  GOD,  1.^ 

fearch  the  Ground  of  my  Heart.  j 

The  Change.     From  the  German.  65 

PART    II. 

CHRIST  the  Friend  of  Sinners.  67 

\^>  On  the  Converfion  cf  a  common  Harlot.  69 
Looking  unto  JESUS,  the  Author  and  Fi- 7 

nimer  of  our  Faith.        .  J  ' 

Another.  7 1 

Hymn  of  Thankfgiving  to  the  Father.  72 

Hymn  to  the  Son.  73 

Hymn  to  the  Holy  Ghoft.  74 

The  Glance.     From  Herbert.  77 

Free-Grace.  7& 

The  Call.     From  Herbert.  79 

The  Dialogue.     From  the  fame.  ib. 

Subjection  to  CHRIST.     From  the  German.       So 
Renouncing  all  for  CHRIST.  From  the  French .  gi 

The 


The  CONTENTS. 

Tke  Invitation.     From  Herbert.  83 

The  Banquet.     From  the  fame.  84 

Therefore  with  Angels,  &c.  8  5 

Glory  be  to  GOD  on  high  86 

Hymn  to  CHRIST.     Altered  from  Dr.  Hicks.  87 

On  the  Crucifixion  88 

The  Magnificat.  ib. 

Truft  in  Providence.     From  the  German,  89 

In  Affliction.  92 

In  Affliction,  or  Pain.     From  the  German,  93 

Another.     From  the  fame.  94 

In  Defertion  or  Temptation  95 

Another.  97 
Ifaiab  xliii.   2.     When  thou"  pafTefl  thro'  1 

the  Water,  &V.  J" 

The  Believer's  Support.    From  the  German.  100 

Living  by  CHRIST.     From  the  fame.  101 

GOD 's  Love  to  Mankind.    From  the  fame.  104 

GOD's  Greatnefs.     From  the  fame.  106 

Hymn  on  the  Titles  of  CHRIST*  109 

II.  Hymn  to  CHRIST.  112 

III.  Hymn  to  CHRIST.  113 
Hymn  to  CHRIST  the  King.  114 
II.  Hymn  to  CHRIST  the  King.  1 16 
The  SAVIOUR  glorify'd  by  AIL  From  1 

the  German.  J  * !  7 

A  Morning  Hymn.  120 

Another.     From  the  German.  121 

CHRIST  protecting  and  fanctifying.     From  } 

the  Tame.  5 

Supplication  for  Grace.     From  the  fame.        123. 
Hymn  to  the  Holy  Ghoft.  125 

Upon  the  Defcent  of  the  Holy  Ghoft  on  1 
i    the  Day  of  Pentecoft.      Altered  from  V  1 26 

Dr.  //.  More.  J 

Publick  Worfhip.     From  the  German.  128 

Prayer  to  CHRIST  before  the  Sacrament.  1 

From  the  fame.  JI29 

Hymn  after  the  Sacrament.  1 30 

'D  d"  2 


The  CONTENTS. 

Afis  ii.  4,  £ffr.  131 

To  be  fung  at  Work.  132 

Another.  133 

GOD  with  us.     From  the  German.  ib. 

GOD  our  Portion.     From  the  Spanijk  134 

Gratitude  for  our  Conversion.     From  the  )       - 

German.  5'36 
Boldnefs  in  the  Gofpel.     From  the  fame.       137 

Another.  135 
Congratulation  to  a  Friend,  upon  Believing  7 

inCHRIRT.  J1*0 

Hymn  for  Chriftmas-T)z.y .  142 

Hymn  for  Epiphany .  144 

Hymn  for  EaJ}er-t>s.y.  ib. 

Hymn  for  -^oTj/fo/z-Day.  146 

Hymn  for  Wbitfunday.  147 

Grace  before  Meat.  1 49 

At  Meals.  1 50 

Grace  after  Meat.  ib, 

Another.  1 5 1 
John  xvi.  24.     Afk,   and  ye  fhall  receive,  ?  ./ 

and  your  Joy  fhall  be  full.  5 

PART  III. 

•JSAIAHlv.  165 

Hebrews  xi.    Or  the  Life  of  Faith  ex-  \  l^ 

emplified.  5 

Looking  unto  Jefus.  *8i 

The  fame.  »R2 

A  Morning  Hymn.  183 

Another.  » 84 

An  Evening  Hymn.  *8j 

To  the  Reverend  Mr.  WtitefeM.  »86 

To  the  fame,  before  his  Voyage.  187 

An  Hymn  to  be  fung  at  Sea.  *  & 8 

Jn  a  Storm.  J9O 

Zecb.  xii.  10.     They  fhall  look  upon  me^ 

whom  they  have  pierced.    From  the  >  191 

German.  j 


The  CONTENTS. 

The  Means  of  Grace.  192 

Waiting  for  CHRIST.  195 

Before  reading  the  Scriptures  196 

Another.  ib. 

Another.  1197 

Before  Preaching.  198 

After  Preaching.  ib. 

Hymn  to  GOD  the  San&ifier.  199 

Written  in  Sicknefs.  201 

Upon  parting  with  his  Friends.  202 

Mourning.  208 

Romans  \il.  24,   25.  210 

Who  frail  deliver  me  from  the  Body  of ) 

this  Death?  J 
My  Soul  gafpeth  for  Thee  as  a  Thirfty  Land.  2 1 2 

Longing  after  CHRIST.  213 

In  Temptation.  214 

Mat  them  v.  3,  4,  6.  215 

In  Temptation.  216 

He  mall  fave  his  People  from  their  Sins.         2 1 7 

Defiring  CHRIST.  218 

Thefe  Things  were   written  for  our  In-  ) 

ftrudion.  J 

From  the  German*  222 

The  Refignation.  223 

A  Prayer  againft  the  Power  of  Sin.  226 

After  a  Relapfe  into  Sin.  228 

Written  in  Strefs  of  Temptation.  230 

Micah  vi.  6,  &c.  232 

PART   IV. 

REDEMPTION  found.  From  the  German.  23  £ 

From  the  fame.  236 

CHRIST  our  Wifdom.  237 

CHRIST  our  Righteoufnefs.  238 

CHRIST  our  Sanctification.  239 

CHRIST  our  Redemption.  24.0 

It  is  very  meet,  right,  &c.  241 

D  d  3  Hymns 


The  CONTENTS, 

Hymns  to  the  Trinity.  242 

Hymn  for  the  Kjngfaood  Colliers.  245 

To  be  fung  while  at  Work.  246 

Jfaiab  xxxv.  247 

For  a'Minifter.  250 

At  fetting  out  to  preach  the  GofpeL  251 

Atts  iv.  24,  &c.  252 

To  be  Tung  in  a  Tumult.  2.53 

Little  Children  love  one  another.  255 

For  the  Anniverfary  Day  of  one's  Con-  )      x 

veriioa.  J    ^ 

I  Jobnu.  3.  259 

To  be  fung  at  Meals.  ib. 

Before  a  Journey.  260 

Another.  26 1 

On  a  Journey.  z6^z 

After  a  Journey.  263 

At  lying  down.  ib. 

Groaning  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption.  265 

Hymn  to  CHRIST  the  Prophet.  266 

Father  I  have  finn'd  againft  Heaven,  &c .  269 

At  the  Approach  of  Temptation.  272 

In  Temptation.  274 

Job  xxi'ri.  8,  9,  10.  275 

After  a  Relapfe  into  Sin.  276 

Againft  Hope  believing  in  Hope.  277 

Blefied  are  They  that  mourn.  279 

The  Juft  lhall  live  by  Faith.  281 

Jfaiab  \\v.  22.     Look  unto  Me,    and  be  1  2g 

ye  faved,  all  ye  Ends  of  the  Earth.  J      •* 
Praife  for  Redemption.     From  the  German.   287 

On  the  Admiffion  of  any  Perfon  into  the  ?  2gQ 

Society.  3       " 

Written  after  walking  over  Smitkjield.  290 
The  Believer's  Triumph,  From  the  German.   291 

The  Love  Feaft.  295 

The  Communion  of  Saints.  301 

Jfaiab  \x\v.  3  1 1 

Hi brews  iv.  9.    There  remaineth  therefore  ) 

a  REST  for  the  People  of  GOD.  \  3 


THE 

INDEX. 


Part  Page 


A 


i 

8 

16 


UTHOR  of  Being,  Source  of  Light 

Aflc  not,  who  ended  here  his  Span 

Accept,  dear  Youth,  a  fympathizing  Lay 
Ah  my  dear,  angry  Lord 
And  live  I  yet  by  Power  Divine 

Awake,  fad  Heart,  whom  Sorrows  drown  63 

And  can  it  be  that  I  mould  gain  2     78 

All  Glory  to  th' Eternal  Three  2     94. 
Ah,  my  dear  Lord,  whofe  changelefs  Love  2     95 

Arife,  my  Soul,  arife  2   109 

Author  of  Faith,  Eternal  Word  3   169 

And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found  ?  3  223 

Ah  my  dear  Matter,  can  it  be  4  250 

Angel  of  GOD,  whatever  betide  4  251 

Almighty,  Univerfal  LORD  4  254 

Angels  attend  ('tis  GOD  commands).  4  261 

B 

Being  of  Beings,.  GOD  of  Love  i     24 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  Mankind  2     88 

Bleft  be  the  GOD,  whofe  tender  Care  2.  150 

Brother  in  CHRLST,  and  well-belov'd  3   186 

Brother  in  CHRIST,  and  well-belov'd  4  289 

\»«. 

Come  to  Judgment,  come  away  i*      9 

Come,  O  my  Way,  my  Truth,  my  Life  2     79 

Come,  Saviour  JESU,  from  above  2     81 

Come  hither  all,  whofe  grov'ling  Tafte  2     83. 

Commit  thou  all  thy  Griefs  z.    89 

Come,  HOLY  GHOST,. ali-quickning  Fire  2  125 


The  INDEX. 

pt-  Pag- 

Captain  of  my  Salvation,  hear  2   139 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  rifen  to-day  2   144 

-  CHRIST,  whofe  Glory  fills  the  Skies  3  183 
Come,  HOLY  GHOST,  our  Hearts  infpire  3  107 
Come,  HOLY  GHOST,  all-quickning  Fire  3  199 
Ceafe,  foolifh  Heart,  thy  fond  Complaints  3  202 

Come,  let  us  lengthen  out  the  Feaft  4  259 

Come  hither  all,  who  ferve  the  LORD  4  281 

Come,  and  let  us  fweetly  join  4  295 

Come,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord  4  296 

CHRIST,  the  True,  the  Heavenly  Vine  4  303 

CHRIST  our  Head,  gone  up  on  high  4  304 

CHRIST,  from  whom  all  BlefTings  flow  4  306 

Come,  ye  kindred  Souls  above  4  3C9 

Dead  as  I  am,  and  cold  my  Breaft  i      i  r 

Depth  of  Mercy,  can  there  be  3  228 

E 

Enflaved  to  Senfe,  to  Pleafure  prone  i     23 

Eternal  Beam  of  Light  divine  2     92 

Eternal  Depth  of  Love  divine  2   133 

Extended  on  a  carfed  'Tree  3    ! 9 * 

Earth  rejoice,  the  LORD  is  King  4  253 

F 

Fountain  of  Being,  Source  of  Good  i     23 

Faint  is  my  Head,  and  fick  my  Heart  I     42 

Father  of  Light,  from  whom  proceeds  i     53 

Father  our  Eyes  we  lift  to  thee  2   150 

Fountain  of  all  the  Good  we  fee  2151 

Father  of  all,  in  whom  alone  3   196 

Forth  in  thy  Strength,  O  LORD,  I  go  3    198 

Father  of  Mercies,  GOD  of  Love  3  210 

Fountain  of  Deity  4  242 

Father  live  by  all  Things  fear'd  4  242 

Father  of  Mankind,  be  ever  ador'd  4  244 

Father,  if  I  have  finn'd,  with  thee  4  259 

Forth  at  thy  Call,  O  LORD,  I  go  4  260 

Father,  If  thou  my  Father  art  4  265 

Forward  I  now  in  Duties  go  4  275 

Father,  hail,  by  all  ador'd  4  299 


The  INDEX. 

P<.  Pag. 

Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  hear  4  3.01 

G 

Glory  be  to  GOD  on  high  2     86 

Granted  is  the  SAVIOUR'S  Prayer  2   147 

GOD  of  Love,  thine  Ear  incline  3   182 

Glory  to  Thee,  whofe  powerful  Voice  3190 

Glory  and  Praife  and  Love  to  Thee  3   198 

Glory  to  GOD,  whofe  Sovereign  Grace  4  245 

Give  we  to  the  LORD  above  4  246 

Giver  of  Concord,  Prince  of  Peace  4  255 

Glory  to  GOD,  and  Praife,  and  Love  4  2^6 

GOD  of  my  Life,  whofe  gracious  Pow'r  4  272 

Gracious  Soul  to  whom  are  given  4  279 

H 

How  haplefs  is  the  applauded  Virgin's  Lot  I     19 

Hear  from  afar  the  Finifh'd  Height  I     25 

Hear  Holy  Spirit,  hear  2     74 

Hark  how  all  the  Welkin  Rings  2  142 

Hail  the  Day  that  fees  Him  rife  2   1 46 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirds,  draw  nigh  3    165 

Holy  LAMB,  who  Thee  receive  4  236 

Heavenly  Father,  Sovereign  LORD  4  247 

How  do  thy  Mercies  clofe  me  round  4  263 

High  Praife  to  Thee,  all  gracious  GOD  4  287 

Hall,  Holy  Martyrs,  Glorious  Names  4  290 

Inftruftive  Sound,  I'm  now  convinc'd  ) 

by  Thee  5  l 

JESU  the  Sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee  i 

JESU,  my  great  High  Prieft  Above  I 

JESU,  whofe  Glory's  {beaming  Rays  i 

JESU,  to  Thee  my  Heart  I  bow  2 

JESU,  behold  the  Wife  from  far  2 

JESU,  thy  boundlefs  Love  to  me  2 

JESU,  my  GOD,  my  King  2   114 

JESU,  Thou  art  our  King  2   1 16 

JESU,  thy  Light  again  I  view  2   121 

JESUS,  the  all- reftoring  Word  3    184 

JESUS,  the  all-atoning  LAMB  3   185 

JESU,  the  Strength  of  all  that  faint  3  213 


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P'.  Pag. 

JESU,  if  ftill  the  Same  Thou  art  3215 

JESU,  Lover  of  my  Soul  3  216 

JESUS,  in  whom  the  Godhead's  Rays  3  217 

JESU,  if  ftill  Thou  art  to-Day  3219 

I  Thirft,  Thou  wounded  LAMB  of  GOD  3  222 

J  am  the  Man  who  long  have  known  3   230 

JESU,  Thou  art  my  Righteoufnefs  4  238 

JESU,  my  Life  thyfelf  apply  4  239 

JESU,  thy  Blood  and  Righteoufnefs  4  291 

K 

King  of  Saints,  to  whom  are  given  4  307 

LORD,  let  the  Angels  praife  thy  Name  i     3-9 

LORD,  if  to  me  thy  Grace  hath  given  2     80 

LORD,  and  GOD  of  Heavenly  Powers  2     8$ 

Lo  GOD  is  here,  let  us  adore  2   128 

LORD  of  the  wide  extended  Main  3    188 

Long  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  the  LORD  3    192 

LORD,  how  long,  how  long  (hall  1  3   212 

Let  Heaven  and  Earth  agree  4  244 

Let  us  join,  'tis  GOD  commands  4  297 

LORD,  I  believe  a  Reft  remains  4  314 

M 

My  Stock  lies  dead,  and  no  Increafe  i     28 

My  Soul  before  Thee  proftrate  lies  i     61 

My  Soul  extols  the  mighty  LORD  288 

My  GOD,  if  I  may  call  Thee  mine  2     97 

Made  unto  me,  O  LORD,  my  GOD  4237 

Meet  and  right  it  is  to  iing  4  24 1 

My  GOD,  my  GOD,  on  Thee  I  call  4  276 

My  GOD,  I  know,  J  feel  Thee  mine  4  277 

N 

No  more  I  cry 'd  (hall  Grief  be  mine  i     26 

Now  have  I  found  the  Ground  wherein  4  235 

O 

O  Thou  who  all  Things  can'ft  controul  i      10 

O  what  a  Thing  is  Man  !  from  Reft  i      i  5 

O  Throw  away  thy  Rod  i     47 

O  Filial  Deity  2     73 

O  Thou,  to  whofe  all-fearching  Sight  2  100 


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P'.Pag. 

O  GOD  of  Good,  the  unfathom'd  Sea  2  104 

O  GOD,  Thou  Bottomlefs  Abyfs  2  106 

O  JESU,  Source  of  calm  Repofe  2  122 

O  GOD  of  Good,  in  whom  combine  2  123 

O  Thou  whom  Sinners  love,  whofe  Care  2  1 29 

O  GOD,  my  GOD,  my  All,  Thou  art  2  134 

O  that  Thou  wouldft  the  Heavens  rent  3  226 

O  that  Thou  wouldft  the  Heavens  rend  4311 

P 

Peace,  flutt'ring  Soul,  the  Storm  is  o'er  i     50 

Peace  doubting  Heart,  my  GOD's  I  am  2     99 

Parent  of  Good,  whofe  plenteous  Grace  2   149 

Praife  be  to  the  Father  given  2  243 

Prophet  on  Earth  beftow'd  4  266 

Partners  of  a  glorious  Hope  4  298 

R 

Rife  my  Soul,  with  Ardour  rife  2   151 

Regardlefs  now  of  Things  below  3   1 8 1 

S 

Folitude  where  mall  I  find  I       5 

So  many  Years  I've  feen  the  Sim  i       6 

Sweet  Day,  fo  cool,  fo  calm,  fo  bright  i       8 

Sing  ye  Heavens  and  Earth  rejoice  2     69 

SAVIOUR  of  Men,  how  long  mail  I  271 

SAVIOUR,  if  thy  precious  Love  2     79 

SAVIOUR,  the  World's  and  mine  2   112 

Still,  O  my  Soul,  prolong  2   113 

See  the  Day-fpring  from  afar  2   120 

Sons  of  Men,  triumphant  rife  2   130 

Son  of  the  Carpenter,  receive  2   132 

Summon'd,  my  Labour  to  renew  2   133 

Shall  I,  for  Fear  of  feeble  Man  2  137 

Sons  of  GOD,  behold  from  far  2   144 

Servant  of  GOD.  thy  Summons  hear  3   187 

Sinking  underneath  my  Load  3  214 

Sing  we  to  our  GOD  above  4  242 

SAVIOUR,  who  ready  art  to  hear  4  262 

Sinners,  your  SAVIOUR  fee  4  285 

T 

Thou,  who  haft  given  fo  much  to  me  i     29 

Tofpeakfor  GOD,  &c,  i     34 


The  INDEX. 

P'.Pag. 

Thou  hidden  Love  of  GOD,  whofeHeight  i     43 
Thee,  O  my  GOD  and  King  2     72 

Thou  LAMB  of  GOD,  Thou  Prince  of) 

Peace  J2     93 

Thou,  JESU,  art  our  King  2  117 

The  Word  pronounc'd,  the  Gofpel  Word    2   11 
Thee  will  1  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower  2 
Teacher  Divine,  we  afk  thy  Grace 
Thou  Son  of  GOD— Thou  Son  of  Man 
Thee,  O  my  great  Deliverer,  Thee 


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To  GOD,  who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high  4  243 


Thou,  LORD,  haft  bleft  my  going  out 

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Unchangeable  Almighty  LORD 

W 
We  deem  the  Saints  from  mortal  Flefh  ) 

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World  adieu  f  thou  real  Cheat 
Where  has  my  flumb'ring  Spirit  been 
Welcome  Contempt,  ftern  faithful  Guide 
While  fad  my  Heart,  and  blafted  mourns 
While  Midnight  Shades  the  Earth  o'er- 1 

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Why  do  the  Deeds  of  happier  Men 
When  all  the  Secrets  of  my  Heart 
With  bending  Knees  and  aking  Eyes 
Whither,  O  whither  art  Thou  fled 
Who  hath  believ'd  the  Tidings?  who? 
Weary  of  ftruggling  with  my  Pain 
Where  fhall  my  wond'ring  Soul  begin 
When  firft  thy  gracious  Eye's  Survey 
Welcome,  delicious,  facred  Cheer 
When  CHRIST  had  left  his  Flock  below 
What  Morn  on  Thee  with  fweeter  Ray 
While  Sicknefs  (hakes  the  Houfe  of  Clay 
When  gracious  LORD,  ah  tell  me  when 
Where  mall  I  lay  my  weary  Head 
Wherewith,  O  GOD,  fhall  I  draw  near 
When  I  was  a  Little  Child 
Where,  my  Soul,  is  now  thy  Boaft 


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