{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_13341/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_13341","id":"gutenberg_13341","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/13341","summary":null,"tags":["Category: British Literature","Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christianity","Hymns, English"],"text":"HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS.\n\nIn Three Books.\n\n1. Collected from the Scriptures.\n\n2. Composed on Divine Subjects.\n\n3. Prepared for the Lord's Supper.\n\nBy I. Watts, D.D.\n\n\nRevelation 5, 9.\n_And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy, &c. for thou\nwast slain, and hast redeemed us, &c._\n\nSoliti essent (i.e. Christiani) convenire, carmenque Christo quasi\nDeo dicere.\n_Plin. In Epist._\n\n\nTranscriber's Note.\n\nThere are significant differences in the numerous reprints of\nIsaac Watts' \"Hymns and Spiritual Songs.\" The first generation\nof this Project Gutenberg file was from an 1818 printing by C.\nCorrall of 38 Charing Cross, London.\n\nThe \"Index\" and the \"Table of the Scriptures that are Turned into\nVerse\" are retained, and can be found at the end of the text. The\n\"Table to find any Hymn by the first Line,\" however, has been\nomitted for the following reasons:\n1. It refers to page numbers that are here expunged; and\n2. In this electronic version first lines can be easily\nlocated via searches.\n\nThere are 3 books of hymns, and numbers have been added to indicate\nin which of these the hymns are placed. For example, \"2:38\" refers\nto \"Book 2, Hymn Number 38,\" and so on.\n\nThroughout, modern numerals have been substituted for their Roman\nequivalents.\n\n\n\nPreface.\n\nThe following extracts from the Doctor's preface contain the\nsubstance of his plan in the three different parts into which the\nHymns are divided; the whole would have exceeded the limits of a\nsmall book.\n\n\"Far be it from my thoughts to lay aside the Book of Psalms in\npublic worship; few can pretend so great a value for them as\nmyself: it is the most noble, most devotional and divine collection\nof poesy; and nothing can be supposed more proper to raise a pious\nsoul to heaven than some parts of that book; never was a piece of\nexperimental divinity so nobly written, and so justly reverenced\nand admired. But it must be acknowledged still, that there are a\nthousand lines in it which were not made for a church in our days\nto assume as its own. There are also many deficiencies of light\nand glory which our Lord Jesus and his apostles have supplied in\nthe writings of the New Testament: and with this advantage I have\ncomposed these Spiritual Songs, which are now presented to the\nWorld. Nor is the attempt vainglorious or presuming; for in respect\nof clear evangelical knowledge, 'The least in the kingdom of heaven\nis greater than all the Jewish Prophets.' Matt. xi. 11.\n\n\"Now let me give a short account of the following composures.\n\n\"The greatest part of them are suited to the general state of the\ngospel, and the most common affairs of Christians: I hope there\nwill be very few found but what may properly be used in a religious\nassembly, and not one of them but may well be adapted to some\nseasons either of private or public worship. The most frequent\ntempers and changes of our spirit, and conditions of our life,\nare here copied, and the breathings of our piety expressed according\nto the variety of our passions, our love, our fear, our hope, our\ndesire, our sorrow, our wonder and our joy, as they are refined\ninto devotion, and act under the influence and conduct of the\nblessed Spirit; all conversing with God the Father 'by the new\nand living Way' of access to the throne, even the person and the\nmediation of our Lord Jesus Christ. To him also, even 'to the Lamb\nthat was slain and now lives,' I have addressed many a song; for\nthus doth the holy Scripture instruct and teach us to worship in\nthe various patterns of Christian psalmody described in the\nRevelation.\n\n\"I have aimed at ease of numbers, and smoothness of sound, and\nendeavoured to make the sense plain and obvious. If the verse\nappears so gentle and flowing as to incur the censure of feebleness,\nI may honestly affirm, that sometimes it cost me labour to make\nit so.\n\n\"In the first part I have borrowed the sense and much of the form\nof the song from some particular portions of scripture, and have\nparaphrased most of the doxologies in the New Testament, that\ncontain any thing in them peculiarly evangelical: and many parts\nof the Old Testament also, that have a reference to the times of\nthe Messiah.\n\n\"The second part consists of hymns whose form is mere human\ncomposure; but I hope the sense and materials will always appear\ndivine. I might have brought some text or other, and applied it\nto the margin of every verse, if this method had been as useful\nas it was easy. If there be any poems in the book that are capable\nof giving delight to persons of a more refined taste and polite\neducation, perhaps they may be found in this part; but except they\nlay aside the humour of criticism, and enter into a devout frame,\nevery ode here already despairs of pleasing.\n\n\"I have prepared the third part only for the celebration of the\nLord's Supper, that, in imitation of our blessed Saviour, we may\nsing an hymn after we have partaken of the Bread and Wine.\"\n\n\n\nHymns.\n\n\nBook 1.\nCollected from the Holy\nScriptures.\n\n\nHymn 1:1.\nA new song to the Lamb that was slain.\nRev. 5. 6 8 9 10 12.\n\n1 Behold the glories of the Lamb\nAmidst his Father's throne\nPrepare new honours for his name,\nAnd songs before unknown.\n\n2 Let elders worship at his feet,\nThe church adore around,\nWith vials full of odours sweet,\nAnd harps of sweeter sound.\n\n3 Those are the prayers of the saints,\nAnd these the hymns they raise:\nJesus is kind to our complaints,\nHe loves to hear our praise.\n\n4 [Eternal Father, who shall look\nInto thy secret will?\nWho but the Son shall take that book\nAnd open every seal?\n\n5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees,\nThe Son deserves it well;\nLo, in his hand the sovereign keys\nOf heaven, and death, and hell!]\n\n6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain\nBe endless blessings paid;\nSalvation, glory, joy remain\nFor ever on thy head.\n\n7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,\nHast set the pris'ners free,\nHast made us kings and priests to God,\nAnd we shall reign with thee.\n\n8 The worlds of nature and of grace\nAre put beneath thy power;\nThen shorten these delaying days,\nAnd bring the promis'd hour.\n\n\nHymn 1:2.\nThe deity and humanity of Christ, John 1. 1-3 14.\nCol. 9. 16. Eph. 3, 9 10.\n\n1 Ere the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad,\nFrom everlasting was the Word;\nWith God he was; the Word was God,\nAnd must divinely be ador'd.\n\n2 By his own power were all things made;\nBy him supported all things stand;\nHe is the whole creation's head,\nAnd angels fly at his command.\n\n3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,\nHe led the host of morning stars;\n(Thy generation who can tell,\nOr count the number of thy years?)\n\n4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms,\nThe Word descends and dwells in clay,\nThat he may hold converse with worms,\nDress'd in such feeble flesh as they.\n\n5 Mortals with joy beheld his face,\nTh' eternal Father's only Son;\nHow full of truth! how full of grace!\nWhen thro' his eyes the Godhead shone!\n\n6 Archangels leave their high abode\nTo learn new mysteries here, and tell\nThe loves of our descending God,\nThe glories of Imannuel.\n\n\nHymn 1:3.\nThe nativity of Christ, Luke 1. 30 &c. Luke 2, 10 &c.\n\n1 Behold, the grace appears,\nThe promise is fulfill'd;\nMary the wondrous virgin bears,\nAnd Jesus is the child.\n\n2 [The Lord, the highest God,\nCalls him his only Son;\nHe bids him rule the lands abroad,\nAnd gives, him David's throne.\n\n3 O'er Jacob shall he reign\nWith a peculiar sway;\nThe nations shall his grace obtain,\nHis kingdom ne'er decay.]\n\n4 To bring the glorious news\nA heavenly form appears;\nHe tells the shepherds of their joys,\nAnd banishes their fears.\n\n5 \"Go, humble swains,\" said he,\n\"To David's city fly;\n\"The promis'd infant born to-day,\n\"Doth in a manger lie.\n\n6 \"With looks and heart serene,\n\"Go visit Christ your King;\"\nAnd straight, a flaming troop was seen;\nThe shepherds heard them sing:\n\n7 \"Glory to God on high,\n\"And heavenly peace on earth,\n\"Good-will to men, to angels joy,\n\"At the Redeemer's birth!\"\n\n8 [In worship so divine\nLet saints employ their tongues,\nWith the celestial host we join,\nAnd loud repeat their songs:\n\n9 \"Glory to God on high,\n\"And heavenly peace on earth,\n\"Good-will to men, to angels joy,\n\"At our Redeemer's Birth.\"]\n\n\nHymn 1:4. [Supplement]\nThe inward witness to Christianity, 1 John 5. 10.\n\n1 Questions and doubts be heard no more;\nLet Christ and joy be all our theme;\nHis Spirit seals his gospel sure,\nTo every soul that trusts in him.\n\n2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within:\nThe mercy which thy words reveal\nRefines the heart from sense and sin,\nAnd stamps its own celestial seal.\n\n3 'Tis God's inimitable hand\nThat moulds and forms the heart anew;\nBlasphemers can no more withstand,\nBut bow and own thy doctrine true.\n\n4 The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood,\nFinds peace and pardon at thy cross;\nThe sinful soul averse to God,\nBelieves and loves his Maker's laws.\n\n5 Learning and wit may cease their strife,\nWhen miracles with glory shine;\nThe voice that calls the dead to life\nMust be almighty, and divine.\n\n\nHymn 1:5.\nSubmission to afflictive providences, Job 1. 21.\n\n1 Naked as from the earth we came,\nAnd crept to life at first,\nWe to the earth return again,\nAnd mingle with our dust.\n\n2 The dear delights we here enjoy,\nAnd fondly call our own,\nAre but short favours borrow'd now,\nTo be repaid anon.\n\n3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,\nOr sinks them in the grave;\nHe gives, and (blessed be his name!)\nHe takes but what he gave.\n\n4 Peace, all our angry passions, then,\nLet each rebellious sigh\nBe silent at his sov'reign will,\nAnd every murmur die.\n\n5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,\nIts praises shall be spread;\nAnd we'll adore the justice too\nThat strikes our comforts dead.\n\n\nHymn 1:6.\nTriumph over death, Job 19. 25-27.\n\n1 Great God, I own thy sentence just\nAnd nature must decay;\nI yield my body to the dust\nTo dwell with fellow-clay.\n\n2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,\nAnd trample on the tombs:\nMy Jesus, my Redeemer lives,\nMy God, my Saviour comes.\n\n3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear\nHigh on a royal seat,\nAnd Death, the last of all his foes,\nLie vanquish'd at his feet.\n\n4 Tho' greedy worms devour my skin,\nAnd gnaw my wasting flesh,\nWhen God shall build my bones again,\nHe clothes them all afresh.\n\n5 Then shall I see thy lovely face\nWith strong immortal eyes,\nAnd feast upon thy unknown grace\nWith pleasure and surprise.\n\n\nHymn 1:7.\nThe invitation of the gospel; or, Spiritual\nfood and clothing, Isa. 55. 1 &c.\n\n1 Let every mortal ear attend,\nAnd every heart rejoice,\nThe trumpet of the gospel sounds\nWith an inviting voice.\n\n2 Ho, all ye hungry starving souls,\nThat feed upon the wind,\nAnd vainly strive with earthly toys\nTo fill an empty mind,\n\n3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd\nA soul reviving feast,\nAnd bids your longing appetites\nThe rich provision taste.\n\n4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams,\nAnd pine away and die,\nHere you may quench your raging thirst\nWith springs that never dry.\n\n5 Rivers of love and mercy here\nIn a rich ocean join;\nSalvation in abundance flows,\nLike floods of milk and wine.\n\n6 [Ye perishing and naked poor,\nWho work with mighty pain\nTo weave a garment of your own\nThat will not hide your sin,\n\n7 Come naked, and adorn your souls\nIn robes prepar'd by God,\nWrought by the labours of his Son,\nAnd dy'd in his own blood.]\n\n8 Dear God, the treasures of thy love\nAre everlasting mines,\nDeep as our helpless miseries are,\nAnd boundless as our sins.\n\n9 The happy gates of gospel grace\nStand open night and day,\nLord, we are come to seek supplies,\nAnd drive our wants away.\n\n\nHymn 1:8.\nThe safety and protection of the church, Isa. 26. 1-6.\n\n1 How honourable is the place\nWhere we adoring stand,\nZion the glory of the earth,\nAnd beauty of the land!\n\n2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend\nThe city where we dwell,\nThe walls of strong salvation made,\nDefy th' assaults of hell.\n\n3 Lift up the everlasting gates,\nThe doors wide open fling,\nEnter, ye nations, that obey\nThe statutes of our King.\n\n4 Here you shall taste unmingled joys,\nAnd live in perfect peace,\nYou that have known Jehovah's name,\nAnd ventur'd on his grace.\n\n5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,\nAnd banish all your fears;\nStrength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,\nEternal as his years.\n\n6 [What tho' the rebels dwell on high,\nHis arm shall bring them low,\nLow' as the caverns of the grave\nTheir lofty heads shall bow.]\n\n7 [On Babylon our feet shall tread\nIn that rejoicing hour,\nThe ruins of her walls shall spread\nA pavement for the poor.]\n\n\nHymn 1:9.\nThe promises of the covenant of grace, Isa. 55. 1 2.\nZech. 13. 1. Mich. 7. 19. Ezek. 36. 25 &c.\n\n1 In vain we lavish out our lives\nTo gather empty wind,\nThe choicest blessings earth can yield\nWill starve a hungry mind.\n\n2 Come and the Lord shall feed our souls\nWith more substantial meat,\nWith such as saints in glory love,\nWith such as angels eat.\n\n3 Our God will every want supply,\nAnd fill our hearts with peace;\nHe gives by covenant and by oath\nThe riches of his grace.\n\n4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,\nAnd wash away our stains,\nIn the dear fountain that his Son\nPour'd from his dying veins.\n\n5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away\nTho' black as hell before;\nOur sins shall sink beneath the sea,\nAnd shall be found no more.\n\n6 And lest pollution should o'erspread\nOur inward powers again,\nHis Spirit shall bedew our souls\nLike purifying rain.]\n\n7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing,\nThat terrors cannot move,\nThat fears no threat'nings of his wrath,\nShall be dissolv'd by love;\n\n8 Or he can take the flint away\nThat would not be refin'd,\nAnd from the treasures of his grace\nBestow a softer mind.\n\n9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,\nAnd deep engrave his law,\nAnd every motion of our souls\nTo swift obedience draw.\n\n10 Thus will he pour salvation down,\nAnd we shall render praise,\nWe the dear people of his love,\nAnd he our God of grace.\n\n\nHymn 1:10.\nThe blessedness of gospel times; or, The revelation of\nChrist to Jews and Gentiles, Isa. 5. 2 7-10. Matt.\n13. 16 17.\n\n1 How beauteous are their feet\nWho stand on Zion's hill!\nWho bring salvation on their tongues,\nAnd words of peace reveal!\n\n2 How charming is their voice!\nHow sweet the tidings are!\n\"Zion, behold thy Saviour King,\nHe reigns and triumphs here.\"\n\n3 How happy are our ears\nThat hear this joyful sound,\nWhich kings and prophets waited for,\nAnd sought, but never found!\n\n4 How blessed are our eyes\nThat see this heavenly light!\nProphets and kings desir'd it long,\nBut dy'd without the sight.\n\n5 The watchmen join their voice,\nAnd tuneful notes employ;\nJerusalem breaks forth in songs,\nAnd deserts leant the joy.\n\n6 The Lord makes bare his arm\nThro' all the earth abroad\nLet every nation now behold\nTheir Saviour and their God.\n\n\nHymn 1:11.\nThe humble enlightened, and carnal reason humbled;\nor, The sovereignty of grace, Luke 10. 21 22\n\n1 There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd,\nAnd spoke his joy in words of praise;\n\"Father, I thank thee, mighty God,\n\"Lord of the earth, and heavens, and seas.\n\n2 \"I thank thy sovereign power and love,\n\"That crowns my doctrine with success;\n\"And makes the babes in knowledge learn\n\"The heights, and breadths, and lengths of grace.\n\n3 \"But all this glory lies conceal'd\n\"From men of prudence and of wit;\n\"The prince of darkness blinds their eyes,\n\"And their own pride resists the light.\n\n4 \"Father, 'tis thus, because thy will\n\"Chose and ordain'd it should be so;\n\"T'is thy delight t' abase the proud,\n\"And lay the haughty scorner low.\n\n5 \"There's none can know the Father right\n\"But those who learn it from the Son;\n\"Nor can the Son be well receiv'd,\nBut where the Father makes him known.\"\n\n6 Then let our souls adore our God\nThat deals his graces as he please,\nNor gives to mortals an account\nOr of his actions, or decrees.\n\n\nHymn 1:12.\nFree grace in revealing Christ, Luke 10. 21.\n\n1 Jesus, the man of constant grief,\nA mourner all his days;\nHis spirit once rejoic'd aloud,\nAnd tun'd his joy to praise.\n\n2 \"Father, I thank thy wondrous love,\n\"That hath reveal'd thy Son\n\"To men unlearned; and to babes\n\"Has made thy gospel known.\n\n3 \"The mysteries of redeeming grace\n\"Are hidden from the wise,\n\"While pride and carnal reasonings join\n\"To swell and blind their eyes.\"\n\n4 Thus doth the Lord of heaven and earth\nHis great decrees fulfil,\nAnd orders all his works of grace\nBy his own sovereign will.\n\n\nHymn 1:13.\nThe Son of God incarnate; or, The titles and the\nkingdom of Christ, Isa. 9. 2 6 7.\n\n1 The lands that long in darkness lay\nNow have beheld a heavenly light;\nNations that sat in death's cold shade\nAre bless'd with beams divinely bright.\n\n2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born,\nBehold th' expected Child appear;\nWhat shall his names or titles be?\nThe Wonderful, the Counsellor.\n\n3 This infant is the mighty God\nCome to be suckled and ador'd\nTh' eternal Father, Prince of Peace,\nThe son of David, and his Lord.\n\n4 The government of earth and seas\nUpon his shoulders shall be laid\nHis wide dominions still increase,\nAnd honours to his name be paid.\n\n5 Jesus the holy child shall sit\nHigh on his father David's throne,\nShall crush his foes beneath his feet,\nAnd reign to ages yet unknown.\n\n\nHymn 1:14.\nThe triumph of faith; or, Christ's unchangeable love,\nRom. 8. 33 &c.\n\n1 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn?\n'Tis God that justifies their souls,\nAnd mercy like a mighty stream\nO'er all their sins divinely rolls.\n\n\n2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?\n'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead,\nAnd the salvation to fulfil,\nBehold him rising from the dead.\n\n3 He lives, he lives, and sits above,\nFor ever interceding there:\nWho shall divide us from his love?\nOr what should tempt us to despair?\n\n4 Shall persecution, or distress,\nFamine, or sword, or nakedness?\nHe that hath lov'd us bears us thro',\nAnd makes us more than conquerors too.\n\n5 Faith hath an overcoming power,\nIt triumphs in the dying hour;\nChrist is our life, our joy, our hope,\nNor can we sink with such a prop.\n\n6 Not all that men on earth can do,\nNor powers on high, nor powers below,\nShall cause his mercy to remove,\nOr wean our hearts from Christ our love.\n\n\nHymn 1:15.\nOur own weakness, and Christ our strength,\n2 Cor. 12. 7 9 10.\n\n1 Let me but hear my Saviour say,\n\"Strength shall be equal to thy day,\"\nThen I rejoice in deep distress,\nLeaning on all-sufficient Grace.\n\n2 I glory in infirmity,\nThat Christ's own power may rest on me;\nWhen I am weak, then am I strong,\nGrace is my shield, and Christ my song.\n\n3 I can do all things, or can bear\nAll sufferings, if my Lord be there;\nSweet pleasures mingle with the pains,\nWhile his left hand my head sustains.\n\n4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,\nAnd we attempt the work alone,\nWhen new temptations spring and rise\nWe find how great our weakness is.\n\n5 [So Samson, when his hair was lost,\nMet the Philistines to his cost;\nShook his vain limbs with sad surprise,\nMade feeble fight, and lost his eyes.]\n\n\nHymn 1:16.\nHosanna to Christ, Matt. 21. 9. Luke 19. 38 40.\n\n1 Hosanna to the royal Son\nOf David's ancient line,\nHis natures two, his person one,\nMysterious and divine.\n\n2 The root of David here we find,\nAnd offspring is the same;\nEternity and time are join'd\nIn our Immanuel's name.\n\n3 Bless'd he that comes to wretched men\nWith peaceful news from heaven;\nHosannas of the highest strain\nTo Christ the Lord be given.\n\n4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take\nTh' hosanna on their tongues,\nLest rocks and stones should rise, and break\nTheir silence into songs.\n\n\nHymn 1:17.\nVictory over death, 1 Cor. 15, 55 &c.\n\n1 O for an overcoming faith\nTo cheer my dying hours,\nTo triumph o'er the monster Death,\nAnd all his frightful powers.\n\n2 Joyful with all the strength I have\nMy quivering lips should sing,\n\"Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?\nAnd where the monster's sting?\"\n\n3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure,\nDeath hath no sting beside;\nThe law gives sin its damning power,\nBut Christ, my ransom, died.\n\n4 Now to the God of victory\nImmortal thanks be paid,\nWho makes us conquerors while we die,\nThro' Christ our living head.\n\n\nHymn 1:18.\nBlessed are the dead that die in the Lord, Rev. 14. 13.\n\n1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,\nFor all the pious dead,\nSweet is the savour of their names,\nAnd soft their sleeping bed.\n\n2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;\nHow kind their slumbers are!\nFrom sufferings and from sins releas'd,\nAnd freed from every snare.\n\n3 Far from this world of toil and strife,\nThey're present with the Lord;\nThe labours of their mortal life\nEnd in a large reward.\n\n\nHymn 1:19.\nThe song of Simeon; or, Death made desirable,\nLuke 2. 27 &c.\n\n1 Lord at thy temple we appear,\nAs happy Simeon came,\nAnd hope to meet our Saviour here;\nO make our joys the same!\n\n2 With what divine and vast delight\nThe good old man was fill'd,\nWhen fondly in his wither'd arms\nHe clasp'd the holy child!\n\n3 \"Now I can leave this world,\" he cry'd,\n\"Behold thy servant dies,\n\"I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,\n\"And close my peaceful eyes.\n\n4 \"This is the light prepar'd to shine\n\"Upon the Gentile lands,\n\"Thine Israel's glory, and their hope\n\"To break their slavish bands.\"\n\n5 [Jesus, the vision of thy face\nHath overpowering charms\nScarce shall I feel death's cold embrace\nIf Christ be in my arms.\n\n6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break,\nHow sweet my minutes roll!\nA mortal paleness on my cheek,\nAnd glory in my soul.]\n\n\nHymn 1:20.\nSpiritual apparel; namely, the robe of righteousness,\nand garments of salvation, Isa. 61. 10.\n\n1 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,\nPrepare a tuneful voice,\nIn God the life of all my joys,\nAloud will I rejoice.\n\n2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul,\nAnd made salvation mine,\nUpon a poor polluted worm\nHe makes his graces shine.\n\n3 And lest the shadow of a spot\nShould on my soul be found,\nHe took the robe the Saviour wrought,\nAnd cast it all around.\n\n4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds\nWhat earthly princes wear!\nThese ornaments, how bright they shine!\nHow white the garments are!\n\n5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,\nAnd hope, and every grace;\nBut Jesus spent his life to work\nThe robe of righteousness.\n\n6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd\nBy the great sacred Three:\nIn sweetest harmony of praise\nLet all thy powers agree.\n\n\nHymn 1:21.\nA vision of the kingdom of Christ among men,\nRev. 21. 1-4.\n\n1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears\nTo our believing eyes!\nThe earth and sea are pass'd away,\nAnd the old rolling skies.\n\n2 From the third heaven where God resides,\nThat holy happy place,\nThe New Jerusalem comes down\nAdorn'd with shining grace.\n\n3 Attending angels shout for joy,\nAnd the bright armies sing,\n\"Mortals, behold the sacred seat\n\"Of your descending King.\n\n4 \"The God of glory down to men\n\"Removes his blest abode,\n\"Men the dear objects of his grace,\n\"And he the loving God.\n\n5 \"His own soft hand shall wipe the tears\n\"From every weeping eye,\n\"And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,\n\"And death itself shall die.\"\n\n6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long,\nShall this bright hour delay!\nFly swifter round, ye wheels of time,\nAnd bring the welcome day.\n\n\nHymn 1:22. [Supplement.]\nFlesh and Spirit. Rom. 8. 1.\n\n1 What vain desires, and passions vain,\nAttend this mortal clay!\nOft have they pierc'd my soul with pain,\nAnd drawn my heart astray.\n\n2 How have I wander'd from my God,\nAnd following sin and shame\nIn this vile world of flesh and blood\nDefil'd my nobler frame!\n\n3 For ever blessed be thy grace\nThat form'd my soul anew,\nAnd made it of an heaven-born race,\nThy glory to pursue.\n\n4 My spirit holds perpetual war,\nAnd wrestles and complains;\nBut views the happy moment near\nThat shall dissolve its chains.\n\n5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes,\nTo part with every lust;\nAnd charge my flesh whene'er it rise\nTo leave them in the dust.\n\n6 My purer spirit shall not fear\nTo put this body on:\nIts tempting powers no more are there,\nIts lusts and passions gone.\n\n\nHymn 1:23. [Supplement.]\nA hopeful youth falling short of heaven, Mark 10. 21.\n\n1 Must all the charms of nature then\nSo hopeless to salvation prove?\nCan hell demand, can heaven condemn\nThe man whom Jesus deigns to love?\n\n2 The man who sought the ways of truth,\nPaid friends and neighbours all their due,\n(A modest, sober, lovely youth)\nAnd thought he wanted nothing now.\n\n3 But mark the change! thus spake the Lord,\n\"Come, part with earth for heaven to-day,\"\nThe youth astonish'd at the word,\nIn silent sadness went his way.\n\n4 Poor virtues that he boasted so,\nThis test unable to endure;\nLet Christ, and grace, and glory go\nTo make his land and money sure.\n\n5 Ah foolish choice of treasures here!\nAh fatal love of tempting gold!\nMust this base world be bought so dear?\nAre life and heaven so cheaply sold?\n\n6 In vain the charms of nature shine,\nIf this vile passion govern me:\nTransform my soul, O love divine,\nAnd make me part with all for thee.\n\n\nHymn 1:24.\nThe rich sinner dying, Psalm 49. 6 9. Eccl. 8. 8.\nJob 3. 14 15.\n\n1 In vain the wealthy mortals toil,\nAnd heap their shining dust in vain,\nLook down and scorn the humble poor,\nAnd boast their lofty hills of gain.\n\n2 Their golden cordials cannot ease\nTheir pained hearts or aching heads,\nNor fright nor bribe approaching death\nFrom glittering roofs and downy beds.\n\n3 The lingering, the unwilling soul\nThe dismal summons must obey,\nAnd bid a long a sad farewell\nTo the pale lump of lifeless clay.\n\n4 Thence they are huddled to the grave,\nWhere kings and slaves have equal thrones;\nTheir bones without distinction lie\nAmongst the heap of meaner bones.\n\nThe rest referred to Psalm 49.\n\n\nHymn 1:25.\nA vision of the Lamb, Rev 5. 6-9.\n\n1 All mortal vanities, be gone,\nNor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears,\nBehold amidst th' eternal throne\nA vision of the Lamb appears.\n\n2[Glory his fleecy robe adorns,\nMark'd with the bloody death he bore;\nSeven are his eyes, and seven his horns,\nTo speak his wisdom and his power.\n\n3 Lo, he receives a sealed book\nFrom him that sits upon the throne:\nJesus, my Lord, prevails to look\nOn dark decrees, and things unknown.]\n\n4 All the assembling saints around\nFall worshipping before the Lamb,\nAnd in new songs of gospel-sound\nAddress their honours to his name,\n\n5 The joy, the shout, the harmony\nFlies o'er the everlasting hills,\n\"Worthy art thou alone,\" they cry,\n\"To read the book, to loose the seals.\"]\n\n6 Our voices join the heavenly strain,\nAnd with transporting pleasure sing,\n\"Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,\n\"To be our teacher and our king!\"\n\n7 His words of prophecy reveal\nEternal counsels, deep designs;\nHis grace and vengeance shall fulfil\nThe peaceful and the dreadful lines.\n\n8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell\n'With thine invaluable blood;\nAnd wretches that did once rebel\nAre now made favourites of their Cod.\n\n9 Worthy for ever is the Lord,\nThat died for treasons not his own,\nBy every tongue to be ador'd,\nAnd dwell upon his Father's throne.\n\n\nHymn 1:26.\nHope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ,\n1 Peter 1. 3-5.\n\n1 Bless'd be the everlasting God,\nThe Father of our Lord,\nBe his abounding mercy prais'd,\nHis majesty ador'd.\n\n2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,\nAnd call'd him to the sky,\nHe gave our souls a lively hope\nThat they should never die.\n\n3 What tho' our inbred sins require\nOur flesh to see the dust!\nYet as the Lord our Saviour rose,\nSo all his followers must.\n\n4 There's an inheritance divine\nReserv'd against that day,\n'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,\nAnd cannot waste away.\n\n5 Saints by the power of God are kept\nTill the salvation come;\nWe walk by faith as strangers here\nTill Christ shall call us home.\n\n\nHymn 1:27.\nAssurance of heaven; or, A saint prepared to die,\n2 Tim. 4. 6 7 8 18.\n\n1 [Death may dissolve my body now,\nAnd bear my spirit home;\nWhy do my minutes move so slow,\nNor my salvation come?\n\n2 With heavenly weapons I have fought\nThe battles of the Lord,\nFinish'd my course, and kept the faith,\nAnd wait the sure reward.]\n\n3 God has laid up in heaven for me\nA crown which cannot fade;\nThe righteous Judge at that great day\nShall place it on my head.\n\n4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed\nThis prize for me alone;\nBut all that love and long to see\nTh' appearance of his Son.\n\n5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe\nFrom every ill design;\nAnd to his heavenly kingdom keep\nThis feeble soul of mine.\n\n6 God is my everlasting aid\nAnd hell shall rage in vain;\nTo him be highest glory paid,\nAnd endless praise.--Amen.\n\n\nHymn 1:28.\nThe triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church,\nIsa. 63. 1 2 3 &c.\n\n1 What mighty man, or mighty God,\nComes travelling in state,\nAlong the Idumean road,\nAway from Bozrah's gate?\n\n2 The glory of his robes proclaim\n'Tis some victorious king:\n\"'Tis I, the just, th' Almighty One,\n\"That your salvation bring.\"\n\n3 \"Why, mighty Lord,\" thy saints enquire,\n\"Why thine apparel red?\n\"And all thy vesture stain'd like those\n\"Who in the wine-press tread?\"\n\n4 \"I by myself have trod the press,\n\"And crush'd my foes alone,\n\"My wrath has struck the rebels dead,\n\"My fury stamp'd them down.\n\n5 \"'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes\n\"With joyful scarlet stains,\n\"The triumph that my raiment wears\n\"Sprung from their bleeding veins.\n\n6 \"Thus shall the nations be destroy'd\n\"That dare insult my saints,\n\"I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs,\n\"An ear for their complaints.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:29.\nThe ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7.\n\n1 \"I lift my banners,\" saith the Lord,\n\"Where Antichrist has stood,\n\"The city of my gospel-foes\n\"Shall be a field of blood.\n\n2 \"My heart has study'd just revenge,\n\"And now the day appears,\n\"The day of my redeem'd is come\n\"To wipe away their tears.\n\n3 \"Quite weary is my patience grown,\n\"And bids my fury go\n\"Swift as the lightning it shall move,\n\"And be as fatal too.\n\n4 \"I call for helpers but in vain:\n\"Then has my gospel none?\n\"Well, mine own arm has might enough\n\"To crush my foes alone.\n\n5 \"Slaughter and my devouring sword\n\"Shall walk the streets around,\n\"Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,\n\"And stagger to the ground.\"\n\n6 Thy honours, O victorious King!\nThine own right-hand shall raise,\nWhile we thy awful vengeance sing,\nAnd our deliverer praise.\n\n\nHymn 1:30.\nPrayer for deliverance answered, Isa. 26. 8-12 20 21.\n\n1 In thine own ways, O God of love,\nWe wait the visits of thy grace,\nOur souls desire is to thy Name,\nAnd the remembrance of thy face.\n\n2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee,\n'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night;\nMy earnest cries salute the skies\nBefore the dawn restore the light.\n\n3 Look, how rebellious men deride\nThe tender patience of my God;\nBut they shall see thy lifted hand,\nAnd feel the scourges of thy rod.\n\n4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky,\nA mighty voice before him goes,\nA voice of music to his friends,\nBut threatening thunder to his foes.\n\n5 Come, children, to your Father's arms,\nHide in the chambers of my grace,\nTill the fierce storms be overblown,\nAnd my revenging fury cease.\n\n6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain,\nAnd drink the blood of haughty kings,\nWhile heavenly peace around my flock\nStretches its soft and shady wings.\n\n\nHymn 1:31. [Supplement.]\nThe hidden life of a Christian, Col. 3. 3.\n\n1 O happy soul that lives on high;\nWhile men lie grovelling here!\nHis hopes are fix'd above the sky,\nAnd faith forbids his fear.\n\n2 His conscience knows no secret stings,\nWhile peace and joy combine\nTo form a life whose holy springs\nAre hidden and divine.\n\n3 He waits in secret on his God;\nHis God in secret sees:\nLet earth be all in arms abroad,\nHe dwells in heavenly peace.\n\n4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,\nBeyond this world and time,\nWhere neither eyes nor ears have been,\nNor thoughts of sinners climb.\n\n5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne\nTo raise his figure here;\nContent and pleas'd to live unknown,\nTill Christ his life appear.\n\n6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill\nTo meet that glorious day:\nBut patient waits his Saviour's will\nTo fetch his soul away.\n\n\nHymn 1:32.\nStrength from heaven, Isa. 40. 27-30.\n\n1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?\nAnd where's our courage fled?\nHas restless sin and raging hell\nStruck all our comforts dead?\n\n2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name\nThat form'd the earth and sea?\nAnd can an all-creating arm\nGrow weary or decay?\n\n3 Treasures of everlasting might\nIn our Jehovah dwell;\nHe gives the conquest to the weak,\nAnd treads their foes to hell.\n\n4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,\nAnd youthful vigour cease;\nBut we that wait upon the Lord\nShall feel our strength increase.\n\n5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings\nAnd taste the promis'd bliss,\nTill their unwearied feet arrive\nWhere perfect pleasure is.\n\n\nHymn 1:33. [Supplement.]\nThe gospel the power of God to salvation, Rom. 1. 16.\n1 Cor. 1. 18 24.\n\n1 What shall the dying sinner do\nThat seeks relief for all his woe?\nWhere shall the guilty conscience find\nEase for the torment of the mind?\n\n2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven,\nOr form our natures fit for heaven?\nCan souls all o'er defil'd with sin\nMake their own powers and passions clean?\n\n3 In vain we search, in vain we try,\nTill Jesus bring his gospel nigh;\n'Tis there such power and glory dwell\nAs saves rebellious souls from hell.\n\n4 This is the pillar of our hope\nThat bears our fainting spirits up;\nWe read the grace, we trust the word,\nAnd find salvation in the Lord.\n\n5 Let men or angels dig the mines\nWhere nature's golden treasure shines,\nBrought near the doctrine of the cross\nAll nature's gold appears but dross.\n\n6 Should vile blasphemers with disdain\nPronounce the truths of Jesus vain,\nI'll meet the scandal and the shame,\nAnd sing and triumph in his Name.\n\n\nHymn 1:34. [Supplement.]\nNone excluded from hope, Rom. 1. 16. 1 Cor. 1. 24.\n\n1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few,\nNor is thy gospel weak;\nThy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,\nAnd bow th' aspiring Greek.\n\n2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage\nDoth thy salvation flow;\n'Tis not confin'd to sex or age,\nThe lofty or the low.\n\n3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,\nThe poor may take their share;\nNo mortal has a just pretence\nTo perish in despair.\n\n4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,\nNor boast your native powers;\nBut to his sovereign grace submit,\nAnd glory shall be yours.\n\n5 Come, all ye vilest sinners come,\nHe'll form your souls anew:\nHis gospel and his heart have room\nFor rebels such as you.\n\n6 His doctrine is almighty love;\nThere's virtue in his Name\nTo turn the raven to a dove,\nThe lion to a lamb.\n\n\nHymn 1:35. [Supplement.]\nTruth, sincerity, &c. Phil. 4. 8.\n\n1 Let those who bear the Christian name\nTheir holy vows fulfil:\nThe saints, the followers of the Lamb,\nAre men of honour still.\n\n2 True to the solemn oath they take,\nTho' to their hurt they swear;\nConstant and just to all they speak,\nFor God and angels hear.\n\n3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,\nNor flattering words devise,\nThey know the God of truth can see\nThro' every false disguise.\n\n4 They hate th' appearance of a lie\nIn all the shapes it wears;\nThey live the truth; and, when they die,\nEternal life is theirs.\n\n5 While hypocrites and liars fly\nBefore the Judge's frown,\nHis faithful friends, who fear a lie,\nReceive th' immortal crown.\n\n\nHymn 1:36. [Supplement.]\nA lovely carriage.\n\n1 O 'tis a lovely thing to see\nA man of prudent heart,\nWhose thoughts, and lips, and life agree\nTo act a useful part.\n\n2 When envy, strife, and wars begin,\nIn little angry souls,\nMark how the sons of peace come in,\nAnd quench the kindling coals.\n\n3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek,\nNor let their fury rise;\nNor passion moves their lips to speak,\nNor pride exalts their eyes.\n\n4 Their frame is prudence mix'd with love,\nGood works fulfil their day:\nThey join the serpent with the dove,\nBut cast the sting away.\n\n5 Such was the Saviour of mankind;\nSuch pleasures he pursu'd;\nHis flesh and blood were all refin'd,\nHis soul divinely good.\n\n6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow\nIn such a heart as mine?\nThy grace my nature can renew,\nAnd make my soul like thine.\n\n\nHymn 1:37. [Supplement.]\nZeal and Fortitude.\n\n1 Do I believe what Jesus saith,\nAnd think the gospel true?\nLord, make me bold to own my faith,\nAnd practise virtue too.\n\n2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear,\nArm me with heavenly zeal,\nThat I may make thy power appear,\nAnd works of praise fulfil.\n\n3 If men shall see my virtue shine,\nAnd spread my name abroad,\nThine is the power, the praise is thine,\nMy Saviour and my God.\n\n4 Thus when the saints in glory meet,\nTheir lips proclaim thy grace;\nThey cast their honours at thy feet,\nAnd own their borrow'd rays.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Are we the soldiers of the cross?\nThe followers of the Lamb?\nAnd shall we fear to own his cause,\nOr blush to speak his name?\n\n6 Now we must fight, if we would reign;\nIncrease our courage, Lord!\nWe'll bear the toil, endure the pain,\nSupported by thy word.\n\n7 Thy saints in all this glorious war\nShall Conquer tho' they're slain;\nThey see the triumph from afar,\nAnd shall with Jesus reign.\n\n8 When that illustrious day shall rise,\nAnd all thy armies shine\nIn robes of victory thro' the skies,\nThe glory shall be thine.\n\n\nHymn 1:38. [Supplement.]\nThe universal law of equity. Matt. 8. 12.\n\n1 Blessed Redeemer how divine,\nHow righteous is this rule of thine,\n\"To do to all men just the same\n\"As we expect or wish from them.\"\n\n2 This golden lesson, short and plain,\nGives not the mind nor memory pain;\nAnd every conscience must approve\nThis universal law of love.\n\n3 How blest would every nation be,\nThus rul'd by love and equity!\nAll would be friends without a foe,\nAnd form a paradise below.\n\n4 Jesus, forgive us, that we keep\nThy sacred law of love asleep,\nNo more let envy, wrath, and pride,\nBut thy blest maxims be our guide.\n\n\nHymn 1:39.\nGod's tender care of his church, Isa. 13 &c.\n\n1 How shall my inward joys arise\nAnd burst into a song,\nAlmighty love inspires my heart,\nAnd pleasure tunes my tongue.\n\n2 God on his thirsty Sion-hill\nSome mercy-drops has thrown,\nAnd solemn oaths have bound his love\nTo shower salvation down.\n\n3 Why do we then indulge our fears,\nSuspicions and complaints?\nIs he a God, and shall his grace\nGrow weary of his saints?\n\n4 Can a kind woman e'er forget\nThe infant of her womb,\nAnd 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts\nHer suckling have no room?\n\n5 \"Yet (saith the Lord) should nature change,\n\"And mothers monsters prove,\n\"Sion still dwells upon the heart\n\"Of everlasting love.\n\n6 \"Deep on the palms of both my hands\n\"I have engrav'd her name,\n\"My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls,\n\"And build her broken frame.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:40.\nThe business and blessedness of glorified saints,\nRev. 7. 13 &c.\n\n1 \"What happy men, or angels these\n\"That all their robes are spotless white?\n\"Whence did this glorious troop arrive\n\"At the pure realms of heavenly light?\"\n\n2 From tort'ring racks and burning fires,\nAnd seas of their own blood they came;\nBut nobler blood has wash'd their robes,\nFlowing from Christ the dying Lamb.\n\n3 Now they approach th' almighty throne,\nWith loud hosannas night and day,\nSweet anthems to the great Three One\nMeasure their blest eternity.\n\n4 No more shall hunger pain their souls,\nHe bids their parching thirst be gone,\nAnd spreads the shadow of his wings\nTo screen them from the scorching sun.\n\n5 The Lamb that fills the middle throne\nShall shed around his milder beams,\nThere shall they feast on his rich love,\nAnd drink full joys from living streams.\n\n6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew\nThro' the vast round of endless years,\nAnd the soft hand of sovereign grace\nHeals all their wounds, and wipes their tears.\n\n\nHymn 1:41.\nThe same; or, The martyrs glorified, Rev. 7. 13 &c.\n\n1 \"These glorious minds, how bright they shine\n\"Whence all their white array?\n\"How came they to the happy seats\n\"Of everlasting day?\"\n\n2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys\nOn fiery wheels they rode,\nAnd strangely wash'd their raiment white\nIn Jesus' dying blood.\n\n3 Now they approach a spotless God,\nAnd bow before his throne\nTheir warbling harps and sacred songs\nAdore the Holy One.\n\n4 The unveil'd glories of his face\nAmongst his saints reside,\nWhile the rich treasure of his grace\nSees all their wants supply'd.\n\n5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,\nAnd hunger flee as fast;\nThe fruit of life's immortal tree\nShall be their sweet repast.\n\n6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock\nWhere living fountains rise,\nAnd love divine shall wipe away\nThe sorrows of their eyes.\n\n\nHymn 1:42.\nDivine wrath and mercy, Nahum 1, 2 &c.\n\n1 Adore and tremble, for our God\nIs a _consuming fire_;*\nHis jealous eyes his wrath inflame,\nAnd raise his vengeance higher.\n\n2 Almighty vengeance how it burns!\nHow bright his fury glows!\nVast magazines of plagues and storms\nLie treasur'd for his foes.\n\n3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees\nAre forced into a flame,\nBut kindled, O how fierce they blaze!\nAnd rend all nature's frame.\n\n4 At his approach the mountains flee,\nAnd seek a watery grave;\nThe frighted sea makes haste away,\nAnd shrinks up every wave.\n\n5 Thro' the wide air the weighty rocks\nAre swift as hailstones hurl'd:\nWho dares engage his fiery rage\nThat shakes the solid world?\n\n6 Yet, mighty God, thy sovereign grace\nSits regent on the throne,\nThe refuge of thy chosen race\nWhen wrath comes rushing down.\n\n7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings\nA fiery tempest pour,\nWhile we beneath thy sheltering wings\nThy just revenge adore.\n\n*Hebrews 12:29.\n\n\nHymn 1:43. [Supplement.]\nThe Christian treasure, 1 Cor. 3. 21.\n\n1 How vast the treasure we possess!\nHow rich thy bounty, King of Grace!\nThis world is ours, and worlds to come\nEarth is our lodge, and heaven our home.\n\n2 All things are ours, the gifts of God;\nThe purchase of a Saviour's blood:\nWhile the good Spirit shews us how\nTo use and to improve them too.\n\n3 If peace and plenty crown my days,\nThey help, me, Lord, to speak thy praise!\nIf bread of sorrows be my food,\nThose sorrows work my lasting good.\n\n4 I would not change my blest estate\nFor all the world calls good or great:\nAnd while my faith can keep her hold,\nI envy not the sinner's gold.\n\n5 Father, I wait thy daily will;\nThou shalt divide my portion still:\nGrant me on earth what seems thee best,\nTill death and heaven reveal the rest.\n\n\nHymn 1:44. [Supplement.]\nThe true improvement of life.\n\n1 And is this life prolong'd to me?\nAre days and seasons given?\nO let me then prepare to be\nA fitter heir of heaven.\n\n2 In vain these moments shall not pass,\nThese golden hours be gone:\nLord, I accept thine offered grace,\nI bow before thy throne.\n\n3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin,\nBy my Redeemer's blood:\nNow let my flesh and soul begin\nThe honours of my God.\n\n4 Let me no more my soul beguile\nWith sin's deceitful toys:\nLet cheerful hope increasing still\nApproach to heavenly joys.\n\n5 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim\nThe wonders of thy praise,\nAnd spread the savour of thy Name\nWhere'er I spend my days.\n\n6 On earth let my example shine,\nAnd when I leave this state,\nMay heaven receive this soul of mine\nTo bliss supremely great.\n\n\nHymn 1:45.\nThe last judgment, Rev. 21. 5-8.\n\n1 See where the great incarnate God\nFills a majestic throne,\nWhile from the skies his awful voice\nBears the last judgment down.\n\n2 [\"I am the first, and I the last,\n\"Thro' endless years the same;\n\"I AM is my memorial still,\n\"And my eternal name.\n\n3 \"Such favours as a God can give\n\"My royal grace bestows;\n\"Ye thirsty souls come taste the streams\n\"Where life and pleasure flows.]\n\n4 [\"The saint that triumphs o'er his sins,\n\"I'll own him for a son,\n\"The whole creation shall reward\n\"The conquests he has won.\n\n5 \"But bloody hands and hearts unclean,\n\"And all the lying race,\n\"The faithless and the scoffing crew,\n\"That spurn at offer'd grace,\n\n6 \"They shall be taken from my sight,\n\"Bound fast in iron chains,\n\"And headlong plung'd into the lake\n\"Where fire and darkness reigns.\"\n\n7 O may I stand before the Lamb,\nWhen earth and seas are fled!\nAnd hear the Judge pronounce my name\nWith blessings on my head!\n\n8 May I with those for ever dwell\nWho here were my delight,\nWhile sinners banish'd down to hell,\nNo more offend my sight.\n\n\nHymn 1:46. [Supplement.]\nThe privileges of the living above the dead.\n\n1 Awake, my zeal, awake, my love,\nTo serve my Saviour here below,\nIn works which perfect saints above\nAnd holy angels cannot do.\n\n2 Awake my charity, to feed\nThe hungry soul, and clothe the poor:\nIn heaven are found no sons of need,\nThere all these duties are no more.\n\n3 Subdue thy passions, O my soul!\nMaintain the fight, thy work pursue,\nDaily thy rising sins control,\nAnd be thy victories ever new.\n\n4 The land of triumph lies on high,\nThere are no foes t' encounter there:\nLord, I would conquer till I die,\nAnd finish all the glorious war.\n\n5 Let every flying hour confess\nI gain thy gospel fresh renown;\nAnd when my life and labour cease,\nMay I possess the promis'd crown.\n\n\nHymn 1:47. [Supplement.]\nDeath of kindred improved.\n\n1 Must friends and kindred drop and die?\nAnd helpers be withdrawn?\nWhile sorrow with a weeping eye\nCounts up our comforts gone?\n\n2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God!\nOur helper and our friend:\nNor leave us in this dangerous road,\nTill all our trials end.\n\n3 O may our feet pursue the way\nOur pious fathers led!\nWith love and holy zeal obey\nThe counsels of the dead.\n\n4 Let us be wean'd from all below,\nLet hope our grief expel,\nWhile death invites our souls to go\nWhere our best kindred dwell.\n\n\nHymn 1:48.\nThe Christian race, Isa. 40. 28-31.\n\n1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears,\nLet every trembling thought be gone;\nAwake and run the heavenly race,\nAnd put a cheerful courage on.\n\n2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,\nAnd mortal spirits tire and faint;\nBut they forget the mighty God\nThat feeds the strength of every saint.\n\n3 Thee, mighty God, whose matchless power\nIs ever new and ever young,\nAnd firm endures while endless years\nTheir everlasting circles run.\n\n4 From thee the overflowing spring,\nOur souls shall drink a fresh supply,\nWhile such as trust their native strength\nShall melt away, and drop and die.\n\n5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air\nWe'll mount aloft to thine abode,\nOn wings of love our souls shall fly,\nNor tire amidst the heavenly road.\n\n\nHymn 1:49.\nThe works of Moses and the Lamb, Rev. 15. 3.\n\n1 How strong thine arm is, mighty God,\nWho would not fear thy Name!\nJesus, how sweet thy graces are!\nWho would not love the Lamb!\n\n2 He has done more than Moses did,\nOur Prophet and our King;\nFrom bonds of hell he freed our souls,\nAnd taught our lips to sing.\n\n3 In the Red-sea by Moses' hand\nTh' Egyptian host was drown'd;\nBut his own blood hides all our sins,\nAnd guilt no more is found.\n\n4 When thro' the desert Israel went,\nWith manna they were fed;\nOur Lord invites us to his flesh,\nAnd calls it living bread.\n\n5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,\nYet never reach'd the place;\nBut Christ shall bring his followers home\nTo see his Father's face.\n\n6 Then shall our love and joy be full,\nAnd feel a warmer flame;\nAnd sweeter voices tune the song\nOf Moses and the Lamb.\n\n\nHymn 1:50.\nThe song of Zacharias, and the message of John\nthe Baptist; or, Light and salvation by Jesus Christ,\nLuke 1. 68 &c. John 1. 29. 32.\n\n1 Now be the God of Israel bless'd\nWho makes his truth appear,\nHis mighty hand fulfils his word,\nAnd all the oaths he sware.\n\n2 Now he bedews old David's root\nWith blessings from the skies;\nHe makes the branch of promise grow,\nThe promis'd horn arise.\n\n3 [John was the prophet of the Lord\nTo go before his face,\nThe herald which our Saviour God\nSent to prepare his ways.\n\n4 He makes the great salvation known,\nHe speaks of pardon'd sins;\nWhile grace divine and heavenly love\nIn its own glory shines.\n\n5 \"Behold the Lamb of God,\" he cries,\n\"That takes our guilt away:\n\"I saw the Spirit o'er his head\n\"On his baptizing day.]\n\n6 \"Be every vale exalted high,\n\"Sink every mountain low,\n\"The proud must stoop, and humble souls\n\"Shall his salvation know.\n\n7 \"The heathen realms with Israel's land\n\"Shall join in sweet accord;\n\"And all that's born of man shall see\n\"The glory of the Lord.\n\n8 \"Behold the morning star arise,\n\"Ye that in darkness sit;\n\"He marks the path that leads to peace,\n\"And guides our doubtful feet.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:51.\nPersevering grace, Jude 24 25.\n\n1 To God the only wise,\nOur Saviour and our King,\nLet all the saints below the skies\nTheir humble praises bring.\n\n2 'Tis his almighty love,\nHis counsel, and his care,\nPreserves us safe from sin and death,\nAnd every hurtful snare.\n\n3 He will present our souls\nUnblemish'd and complete,\nBefore the glory of his face,\nWith joys divinely great.\n\n4 Then all the chosen seed\nShall meet around the throne,\nShall bless the conduct of his grace,\nAnd make his wonders known.\n\n5 To our Redeemer God\nWisdom and power belongs,\nImmortal crowns of majesty,\nAnd everlasting songs.\n\n\nHymn 1:52.\nBaptism, Matt. 28. 19. Acts 2. 38.\n\n1 'Twas the commission of our Lord,\n\"Go, teach the nations, and baptize;\"\nThe nations have receiv'd the word\nSince he ascended to the skies.\n\n2 He sits upon th' eternal hills,\nWith grace and pardon in his hands,\nAnd sends his covenant with the seals,\nTo bless the distant British lands.\n\n3 \"Repent, and be baptiz'd, (he saith)\nFor the remission of your sins;\"\nAnd thus our sense assists our faith,\nAnd shews us what his gospel means.\n\n4 Our souls he washes in his blood,\nAs water makes the body clean;\nAnd the good Spirit from our God\nDescends like purifying rain.\n\n5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee,\nAnd seal our covenant with the Lord:\nO may the great eternal Three\nIn heaven our solemn vows record!\n\n\nHymn 1:53.\nThe Holy Scriptures, Heb. 1. 1 2. 2 Tim. 3. 15 16.\nPsalm 147. 19 20.\n\n1 God who in various methods told\nHis mind and will to saints of old,\nSent down his Son, with truth and grace,\nTo teach us in these latter days.\n\n2 Our nation reads the written word,\nThat book of life, that sure record:\nThe bright inheritance of heaven\nIs by the sweet conveyance given.\n\n3 God's kindest thoughts are here express'd,\nAble to make us wise and bless'd;\nThe doctrines are divinely true,\nFit for reproof, and comfort too.\n\n4 Ye British isles, who read his love\nIn long epistles from above,\n(He hath not sent his sacred word\nTo every land) Praise ye the Lord.\n\n\nHymn 1:54.\nElecting grace; or, Saints beloved in Christ,\nEph. 1. 3 &c.\n\n1 Jesus, we bless thy Father's Name;\nThy God and ours are both the same:\nWhat heavenly blessings from his throne\nFlow down to sinners thro' his Son!\n\n2 \"Christ be my first elect,\" he said,\nThen chose our souls in Christ our head,\nBefore he gave the mountains birth,\nOr laid foundations for the earth.\n\n3 Thus did eternal love begin\nTo raise us up from death and sin;\nOur characters were then decreed,\n\"Blameless in love, a holy seed.\"\n\n4 Predestinated to be sons,\nBorn by degrees, but chose at once;\nA new regenerated race\nTo praise the glory of his grace.\n\n5 With Christ our Lord we share our part\nIn the affections of his heart,\nNor shall our souls be thence remov'd\nTill he forgets his first belov'd.\n\n\nHymn 1:55.\nHesekiah's song; or, Sickness and recovery, Isa. 38.9 &c.\n\n1 When we are rais'd from deep distress\nOur God deserves a song;\nWe take the pattern of our praise\nFrom Hezekiah's tongue.\n\n2 The gates of the devouring grave\nAre open'd wide in vain,\nIf he that holds the keys of death\nCommands them fast again.\n\n3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse\nOur minds with slavish fears,\n\"Our days are past, and we shall lose\n\"The remnant of our years.\"\n\n4 We chatter with a swallow's voice,\nOr like a dove we mourn,\nWith bitterness instead of joys,\nAfflicted and forlorn.\n\n5 Jehovah speaks the healing word,\nAnd no disease withstands;\nFevers and plagues obey the Lord,\nAnd fly at his commands.\n\n6 If half the strings of life should break,\nHe can our frame restore;\nHe casts our sins behind his back,\nAnd they are found no more.\n\n\nHymn 1:56.\nThe song of Moses and the Lamb; or, Babylon falling,\nRev. 15. 3. and chap. 16. 19. and 17. 6.\n\n1 We sing the glories of thy love,\nWe sound thy dreadful Name;\nThe Christian church unites the songs\nOf Moses and the Lamb.\n\n2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works\nOf vengeance and of grace!\nThou King of saints, Almighty Lord,\nHow just and true thy ways!\n\n3 Who dares refuse to fear thy Name,\nOr worship at thy throne?\nThy judgments speak thine holiness\nThro' all the nations known.\n\n4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,\nDrunk with the martyrs' blood,\nHer crimes shall speedily awake\nThe fury of our God.\n\n5 The cup of wrath is ready mix'd,\nAnd she must drink the dregs;\nStrong is the Lord her sovereign Judge,\nAnd shall fulfil the plagues.\n\n\nHymn 1:57.\nOriginal sin; or, The first and second Adam,\nRom. 5. 12. Psalm 51. 5. Job 11. 4.\n\n1 Backward with humble shame we look\nOn our original;\nHow is our nature dash'd and broke\nIn our first father's fall!\n\n2 To all that's good averse and blind,\nBut prone to all that's ill\nWhat dreadful darkness veils our mind!\nHow obstinate our will!\n\n3 [Conceiv'd in sin (O wretched state!)\nBefore we draw our breath,\nThe first young pulse begins to beat\nIniquity and death.\n\n4 How strong in our degenerate blood\nThe old corruption reigns,\nAnd, mingling with the crooked flood,\nWanders thro' all our veins!]\n\n5 Wild and unwholesome as the root\nWill all the branches be;\nHow can we hope for living fruit\nFrom such a deadly tree?\n\n6 What mortal power from things unclean\nCan pure productions bring?\nWho can command a vital stream\nFrom an infected spring?]\n\n7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love\nCan make our nature clean,\nWhile Christ and grace prevail above\nThe tempter, death, and sin.\n\n8 The second Adam shall restore\nThe ruins of the first,\nHosanna to that sovereign power\nThat new creates our dust.\n\n\nHymn 1:58.\nThe devil vanquished; or, Michael's war with the\ndragon, Rev. 12. 7.\n\n1 Let mortal tongues attempt to sing\nThe wars of heaven, when Michael stood\nChief general of th' Eternal King,\nAnd fought the battles of our God.\n\n2 Against the dragon and his host\nThe armies of the Lord prevail:\nIn vain they rage, in vain they boast,\nTheir courage sinks, their weapons fail.\n\n3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown,\nDown to the earth his legions fell;\nThen was the trump of triumph blown,\nAnd shook the dreadful deeps of hell.\n\n4 Now is the hour of darkness past,\nChrist hath assum'd his reigning power;\nBehold the great accuser cast\nDown from the skies, to rise no more.\n\n5 'Twas by thy blood immortal Lamb,\nThine armies trod the tempter down;\n'Twas by thy word and powerful Name,\nThey gain'd the battle and renown.\n\n6 Rejoice, ye heavens; let every star\nShine with new glories round the sky;\nSaints, while ye sing the heavenly war,\nRaise your Deliverer's name on high.\n\n\nHymn 1:59.\nBabylon fallen, Rev. 18. 20 21.\n\n1 In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone\nLies, a fair type of Babylon\n''Prophets, rejoice, and, all ye saints,\n\"God shall avenge your long complaints.\"\n\n2 He said, and dreadful as he stood,\nHe sunk the milstone in the flood:\n\"Thus terribly shall Babel fall;\n\"Thus, and no more be found at all.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:60.\nThe virgin Mary's song; or, The promised Messiah\nborn, Luke 1. 46 &c.\n\n1 Our souls shall magnify the Lord,\nIn God the Saviour we rejoice;\nWhile we repeat the Virgin's song,\nMay the same spirit tune our voice.\n\n2 [The Highest saw her low estate,\nAnd mighty things his hand hath done:\nHis overshadowing power and grace\nMakes her the mother of his Son.\n\n3 Let every nation call her bless'd,\nAnd endless years prolong her fame;\nBut God alone must be ador'd;\nHoly and reverend is his Name.]\n\n4 To those that fear and trust the Lord\nHis mercy stands for ever sure:\nFrom age to age his promise lives,\nAnd the performance is secure.\n\n5 He spake to Abr'am and his seed,\n\"In thee shall all the earth be bless'd;\"\nThe memory of that ancient word\nLay long in his eternal breast.\n\n6 But now no more shall Israel wait,\nNo more the Gentiles lie forlorn:\nLo the desire of nations comes,\nBehold the promis'd seed is born.\n\n\nHymn 1:61.\nChrist our high Priest and King, and Christ coming\nto judgment, Rev. 1. 5 6 7.\n\n1 Now to the Lord that makes us know\nThe wonders of his dying love,\nBe humble honours paid below,\nAnd strains of nobler praise above.\n\n2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins,\nAnd wash'd us in his richest blood;\n'Tis he that makes us priests and kings,\nAnd brings us rebels near to God.\n\n3 To Jesus our atoning priest,\nTo Jesus our superior king,\nBe everlasting power confess'd,\nAnd every tongue his glory sing.\n\n4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,\nAnd every eye shall see him move;\nTho' with our sins we pierc'd him once,\nThen he displays his pardoning love.\n\n5 The unbelieving world shall wail\nWhile we rejoice to see the day:\nCome, Lord; nor let thy promise fail,\nNor let thy chariots long delay.\n\n\nHymn 1:62.\nChrist Jesus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all\nthe creation, Rev. 5. 11 12 13.\n\n1 Come let us join our cheerful songs\nWith angels round the throne;\nTen thousand thousand are their tongues,\nBut all their joys are one.\n\n2 \"Worthy the Lamb that dy'd,\" they cry,\n\"To be exalted thus:\"\n\"Worthy the Lamb,\" our lips reply,\n\"For he was slain for us.\"\n\n3 Jesus is worthy to receive\nHonour and power divine;\nAnd blessings more than we can give,\nBe, Lord, for ever thine.\n\n4 Let all that dwell above the sky,\nAnd air, and earth, and seas,\nConspire to lift thy glories high,\nAnd speak thine endless praise.\n\n5 The whole creation join in one\nTo bless the sacred Name\nOf him that sits upon the throne,\nAnd to adore the Lamb.\n\n\nHymn 1:63.\nChrist's humiliation and exaltation, Rev. 5. 12.\n\n1 What equal honours shall we bring\nTo thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,\nWhen all the notes that angels sing\nAre far inferior to thy Name?\n\n2 Worthy is he that once was slain,\nThe Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd,\nWorthy to rise, and live, and reign\nAt his Almighty Father's side.\n\n3 Power and dominion are his due,\nWho stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar:\nWisdom belongs to Jesus too,\nTho' he was charg'd with madness here.\n\n4 All riches are his native right,\nYet he sustain'd amazing loss:\nTo him ascribe eternal might,\nWho left his weakness on the cross.\n\n5 Honour immortal must be paid,\nInstead of scandal and of scorn:\nWhile glory shines around his head,\nAnd a bright crown without a thorn.\n\n6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,\nWho bore the curse for wretched men:\nLet angels sound his sacred Name,\nAnd every creature say, Amen.\n\n\nHymn 1:64.\nAdoption, 1 John 3. 1 &c. Gal. 4. 6.\n\n1 Behold what wondrous grace\nThe Father hath bestow'd\nOn sinners of a mortal race,\nTo call them sons of God!\n\n2 'Tis no surprising thing\nThat we should be unknown;\nThe Jewish world knew not their King,\nGod's everlasting Son.\n\n3 Nor doth it yet appear\nHow great we must be made;\nBut when we see our Saviour here,\nWe shall be like our head.\n\n4 A hope so much divine\nMay trials well endure,\nMay purge our souls from sense and sin,\nAs Christ the Lord is pure.\n\n5 If in my Father's love\nI share a filial part,\nSend down thy Spirit like a dove\nTo rest upon my heart.\n\n6 We would no longer lie\nLike slaves beneath the throne;\nMy faith shall Abba, Father, cry,\nAnd thou the kindred own.\n\n\nHymn 1:65.\nThe kingdoms of the world become the kingdoms\nof our Lord; or, The day of judgment, Rev. 11. 15-18.\n\n1 Let the seventh angel sound on high,\nLet shouts be heard thro' all the sky;\nKings of the earth, with glad accord\nGive up your kingdoms to the Lord.\n\n2 Almighty God, thy power assume,\nWho wast, and art, and art to come:\nJesus, the Lamb, who once was slain,\nFor ever live, for ever reign.\n\n3 The angry nations fret and roar,\nThat they can slay the saints no more;\nOn wings of vengeance flies our God\nTo pay the long arrears of blood.\n\n4 Now must the rising dead appear,\nNow the decisive sentence hear;\nNow the dear martyrs of the Lord\nReceive an infinite reward.\n\n\nHymn 1:66.\nChrist the King at his table, Cant. (Transcriber's Note:\nSong of Solomon) 1. 2-5 12 13 17.\n\n1 Let him embrace my soul, and prove\nMine interest in his heavenly love:\nThe voice that tells me, \"Thou art mine,\"\nExceeds the blessings of the vine.\n\n2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,\nAnd spreads the savour of thy name;\nThat oil of gladness and of grace\nDraws virgin souls to meet thy face.\n\n3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms,\nMy soul shall fly into thine arms,\nOur wandering feet thy favours bring\nTo the fair chambers of the King.\n\n4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice\nTo speak thy praises and our joys:\nOur memory keeps this love of thine\nBeyond the taste of richest wine.]\n\n5 Tho' in ourselves deform'd we are,\nAnd black as Kedar tent appear,\nYet when we put thy beauties on,\nFair as the courts of Solomon.\n\n6 While at his table sits the King,\nHe loves to see us smile and sing;\nOur graces are our best perfume,\nAnd breathe like spikenard round the room.]\n\n7 As myrrh new bleeding from the tree,\nSuch is a dying Christ to me;\nAnd while he makes my soul his guest,\nMy bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.\n\n8 [No beams of cedar or of fir\nCan with thy courts on earth compare;\nAnd here we wait until thy love\nRaise us to nobler seats above.]\n\n\nHymn 1:67.\nSeeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd, Cant. 1.7.\n\n1 Thou whom my soul admires above\nAll earthly joy, and earthly love,\nTell me, dear shepherd, let me know,\nWhere doth thy sweetest pasture grow?\n\n2 Where is the shadow of that rock\nThat from the son defends thy flock?\nFain would I feed among thy sheep,\nAmong them rest, among them sleep.\n\n3 Why should thy bride appear like one\nThat turns aside to paths unknown?\nMy constant feet would never rove,\nWould never seek another love.\n\n4 [The footsteps of thy flock I see;\nThy sweetest pastures here they be;\nA wondrous feast thy love prepares,\nBought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.\n\n5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,\nAnd bids me drink his richest blood;\nHere to these hills my soul will come,\nTo my beloved lead me home.]\n\n\nHymn 1:68.\nThe banquet of love, Cant. 2. 1 2 3 4 6 7.\n\n1 Behold the Rose of Sharon here,\nThe Lily which the vallies bear;\nBehold the Tree of Life, that gives\nRefreshing fruit and healing leaves.\n\n2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine,\nAmongst wild gourds the noble vine;\nSo in mine eyes my Saviour proves\nAmidst a thousand meaner loves.\n\n3 Beneath his cooling shade I sat\nTo shield me from the burning heat;\nOf heavenly fruit he spreads a feast\nTo feed my eyes and please my taste.\n\n4 [Kindly he brought me to the place\nWhere stands the banquet of his grace,\nHe saw me faint, and o'er my head\nThe banner of his love he spread.\n\n5 With living bread and generous wine\nHe cheers this sinking heart of mine;\nAnd opening his own heart to me,\nHe shews his thoughts how kind they be.]\n\n6 O never let my Lord depart,\nLie down and rest upon my heart;\nI charge my sins not once to move\nNor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.\n\n\nHymn 1:69.\nChrist appearing to his church, and seeking her\ncompany, Cant. 2. 1-13.\n\n1 The voice of my beloved sounds\nOver the rocks and rising grounds,\nO'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,\nHe leaps, he flies to my relief.\n\n2 Now thro' the veil of flesh I see\nWith eyes of love he looks at me;\nNow in the gospel's clearest glass\nHe shews the beauties of his face.\n\n3 Gently he draws my heart along\nBoth with his beauties and his tongue;\n\"Rise,\" saith my Lord, \"make haste away;\n\"No mortal joys are worth thy stay.\n\n4 \"The Jewish wintery state is gone,\n\"The mists are fled, the spring comes on,\n\"The sacred turtle-dove we hear\n\"Proclaim the new, the joyful year.\n\n5 \"Th' immortal vine of heavenly root\n\"Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit:\"\nLo, we are come to taste the wine;\nOur souls rejoice and bless the vine.\n\n6 And when we hear our Jesus say,\n\"Rise up, my love, make haste away!\"\nOur hearts would fain out-fly the wind,\nAnd leave all earthly loves behind.\n\n\nHymn 1:70.\nChrist inviting, and the church answering the\ninvitation, Cant. 2. 14 16 17.\n\n1 [Hark, the Redeemer from on high\nSweetly invites his favourites nigh;\nFrom caves of darkness and of doubt,\nHe gently speaks, and calls us out:\n\n2 \"My dove, who hidest in the rock,\n\"Thine heart almost with sorrow broke,\n\"Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,\n\"And let thy voice delight mine ear.\n\n3 \"Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet;\n\"My graces in thy countenance meet;\n\"Tho' the vain world thy face despise,\n\"'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes.\"\n\n4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives\nThe hope thine invitation gives:\n'To thee our joyful lips shall raise\nThe voice of prayer, and of praise.]\n\n5 [I am my Love's, and he is mine;\nOur hearts, our hopes, our passions join:\nNor let a motion, nor a word,\nNor thought arise to grieve my Lord.\n\n6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,\nAmongst the lilies where he feeds;\nAmongst the saints (whose robes are white,\nWash'd in his blood) is his delight.\n\n7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,\nTill the sweet dawning light I see,\nThine eyes to me-ward often turn,\nNor let my soul in darkness mourn.\n\n8 Be like a hart on mountains green,\nLeap o'er the hills of fear and sin;\nNor guilt, nor unbelief divide\nMy Love, my Saviour from my side.]\n\n\nHymn 1:71.\nChrist found in the street, and brought to the church,\nCant.\t3. 1-5.\n\n1 Often I seek my Lord by night,\nJesus, my love, my soul's delight;\nWith warm desire and restless thought\nI seek him oft, but find him not.\n\n2 Then I arise, and search the street\nTill I my Lord, my Saviour meet;\nI ask the watchmen of the night,\n\"Where did you see my soul's delight?\"\n\n3 Sometimes I find him in the way,\nDirected by a heavenly ray;\nI leap for joy to see his face,\nAnd hold him fast in mine embrace.\n\n4 [I bring him to my mother's home,\nNor does my Lord refuse to come,\nTo Sion's sacred chambers, where\nMy soul first drew the vital air.\n\n5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,\nPierc'd for my sake with deadly smart;\nI give my soul to him, and there\nOur loves their mutual tokens share.]\n\n6 I charge you all, ye earthly toys,\nApproach not to disturb my joys;\nNor sin, nor hell come near my heart,\nNor cause my Saviour to depart.\n\n\nHymn 1:72.\nThe coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church,\nCant. 3. 2.\n\n1 Daughters of Sion, come, behold\nThe crown of honour and of gold,\nWhich the glad church with joys unknown\nPlac'd on the head of Solomon.\n\n2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,\nAccept the tribute which we bring,\nAccept the well-deserv'd renown,\nAnd wear our praises as thy crown.\n\n3 Let every act of worship be\nLike our espousals, Lord, to thee;\nLike the dear hour, when from above\nWe first receiv'd thy pledge of love.\n\n4 The gladness of that happy day,\nOur hearts would wish it long to stay,\nNor let our faith forsake its hold,\nNor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.\n\n5 Each following minute as it flies,\nIncrease thy praise, improve our joys,\nTill we are rais'd to sing thy Name\nAt the great supper of the Lamb.\n\n6 O that the months would roll away,\nAnd bring that coronation-day!\nThe King of Grace shall fill the throne\nWith all his Father's glories on.\n\n\nHymn 1:73.\nThe church's beauty in the eyes of Christ,\nCant. 4. 1 10 11 7 9 8.\n\n1 Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord,\nAffection sounds in every word,\n\"Lo, thou art fair, my love, he cries,\n\"Not the young doves have sweeter eyes.\n\n2 [\"Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice\n\"Salutes mine ear with secret joys,\n\"No spice so much delights the smell,\n\"Nor milk nor honey taste so well.]\n\n3 \"Thou art all fair, my bride, to me,\n\"I will behold no spot in thee.\"\nWhat mighty wonders love performs,\nAnd puts a comeliness on worms!\n\n4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,\nHe makes us white, and calls us fair;\nAdorns us with that heavenly dress,\nHis graces and his righteousness.\n\n5 \"My sister, and my spouse,\" he cries,\n\"Bound to my heart by various ties,\n\"Thy powerful love my heart detains\n\"In strong delight and pleasing chains.\"\n\n6 He calls me from the leopard's den,\nFrom this wild world of beasts and men,\nTo Sion where his glories are;\nNot Lebanon is half so fair.\n\n7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains\nNor earthly joys, nor earthly pains\nShall hold my feet, or force my stay,\nWhen Christ invites my soul away.\n\n\nHymn 1:74.\nThe church the garden of Christ, Cant. 4. 12 14 15,\nand 5. 1.\n\n1 We are a garden wall'd around,\nChosen and made peculiar ground;\nA little spot inclos'd by grace,\nOut of the world's wide wilderness.\n\n2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,\nPlanted by God the Father's hand;\nAnd all his springs in Sion flow\nTo make the young plantation grow.\n\n3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,\nBlow on this garden of perfume;\nSpirit divine, descend and breathe\nA gracious gale on plants beneath.\n\n4 Make our best spices flow abroad\nTo entertain our Saviour God:\nAnd faith, and love, and joy appear,\nAnd every grace be active here.\n\n5 [Let my beloved come, and taste\nHis pleasant fruits at his own feast:\n\"I come, my spouse, I come,\" he cries,\nWith love and pleasure in his eyes.\n\n6 Our Lord into his garden comes,\nWell pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes;\nAnd calls us to a feast divine,\nSweeter than honey, milk, or wine.\n\n7 \"Eat of the tree of life, my friends,\n\"The blessings that my Father sends;\n\"Your taste shall all my dainties prove,\n\"And drink abundance of my love.\"\n\n8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board,\nAnd sing the bounties of our Lord:\nBut the rich food on which we live\nDemands more praise than tongues can give.]\n\n\nHymn 1:75.\nThe description of Christ the beloved,\nCant. 5. 9-12 14 15 16.\n\n1 The wondering world enquires to know\nWhy I should love my Jesus so:\n\"What are his charms,\" say they, \"above\n\"The objects of a mortal love!\"\n\n2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight,\nShews a sweet mixture red and white:\nAll human beauties, all divine,\nIn my beloved meet and shine,\n\n3 White is his soul, from blemish free;\nRed with the blood he shed for me;\nThe fairest of ten thousand fairs:\nA sun amongst ten thousand stars.\n\n4 [His head the finest gold excels,\nThere wisdom in perfection dwells;\nAnd glory like a crown adorns\nThose temples once beset with thorns.\n\n5 Compassions in his heart are found,\nHard by the signals of his wound;\nHis sacred side no more shall bear\nThe cruel scourge, the piercing spear.]\n\n6 [His hands are fairer to behold\nThan diamonds set in rings of gold;\nThose heavenly hands that on the tree\nWere nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.\n\n7 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble knees,\nLoaded with sins and agonies,\nNow on the throne of his command\nHis legs like marble pillars stand.]\n\n8 [His eyes are majesty and love,\nThe eagle temper'd with the dove:\nNo more shall trickling sorrows roll\nThro' those dear windows of his soul.\n\n9 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints,\nNow smiles, and cheers his fainting saints;\nHis countenance more graceful is\nThan Lebanon with all its trees.]\n\n10 All over glorious is my Lord,\nMust be belov'd, and yet ador'd:\nHis worth if all the nations knew,\nSure the whole earth would love him too.\n\n\nHymn 1:76.\nChrist dwells in heaven, but visits on earth,\nCant. 6. 1 2 3 12.\n\n1 When strangers stand and hear me tell\nWhat beauties in my Saviour dwell;\nWhere he is gone, they fain would know,\nThat they may seek and love him too.\n\n2 My best beloved keeps his throne\nOn hills of light in worlds unknown\nBut he descends, and shews his face\nIn the young gardens of his grace.\n\n3 [In vineyards planted by his hand,\nWhere fruitful trees in order stand;\nHe feeds among the spicy beds,\nWhere lilies shew their spotless heads.\n\n4 He has engross'd my warmest love,\nNo earthly charms my soul can move:\nI have a mansion in his heart,\nNor death nor hell shall make us part.]\n\n5 [He takes my soul ere I'm aware,\nAnd shews me where his glories are;\nNo chariot of Amminadib\nThe heavenly rapture can describe.\n\n6 O may my spirit daily rise\nOn wings of faith above the skies,\nTill death shall make my last remove\nTo dwell for ever with my love.]\n\n\nHymn 1:77.\nThe love of Christ to the church, in his language to\nher, and provisions for her, Cant. 7. 5 6 9 12 13.\n\n1 Now in the galleries of his grace\nAppears the King, and thus he says,\n\"How fair my saints are in my sight;\n\"My love how pleasant for delight!\"\n\n2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord,\nThere's heavenly grace in every word:\nFrom that dear mouth a stream divine\nFlows sweeter than the choicest wine.\n\n3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip\nOf saints that were almost asleep,\nTo speak the praises of thy name,\nAnd makes our cold affections flame.\n\n4 These are the joys he lets us know\nIn fields and villages below,\nGives us a relish of his love,\nBut keeps his noblest feast above.\n\n5 In Paradise within the gates\nAn higher entertainment waits;\nFruits new and old laid up in store,\nWhere we shall feed, but thirst no more.\n\n\nHymn 1:78.\nThe strength of Christ's love, and the soul's jealousy\nof her own, Cant. 8. 5 6 7 13 14.\n\n1 [Who is this fair one in distress,\nThat travels from the wilderness?\nAnd press'd with sorrows and with sins,\nOn her beloved Lord she leans.\n\n2 This is the spouse of Christ our God,\nBought with the treasure of his blood;\nAnd her request and her complaint\nIs but the voice of every saint.]\n\n3 \"O let my name engraven stand,\n\"Both on thy heart and on thy hand:\n\"Seal me upon thine arm; and wear\n\"That pledge of love for ever there.\n\n4 \"Stronger than death thy love is known,\n\"Which floods of wrath could never drown;\n\"And hell and earth in vain combine\n\"To quench a fire so much divine.\n\n5 \"But I am jealous of my heart,\nLest it should once from thee depart;\n\"Then let thy name be well impress'd\nAs a fair signet on my breast.\n\n6 \"Till thou hast brought me to thy home,\n\"Where fears and doubts can never come,\n\"Thy count'nance let me often see,\n\"And often thou shalt hear from me.\n\n7 \"Come, my beloved, haste away,\n\"Cut short the hours of thy delay,\n\"Fly like a youthful hart or roe\n\"Over the hills where spices grow.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:79.\nA morning hymn, Psalm 19. 5 8 and 73. 24 25.\n\n1 God of the morning, at whose voice\nThe cheerful sun makes haste to rise,\nAnd, like a giant doth rejoice\nTo run his journey thro' the skies;\n\n2 From the fair chambers of the east\nThe circuit of his race begins,\nAnd without weariness or rest,\nRound the whole earth he flies and shines.\n\n3 O like the sun may I fulfil\nTh' appointed duties of the day,\nWith ready mind and active will\nMarch on and keep my heavenly way.\n\n4 [But I shall rove and lose the race,\nIf God my sun should disappear,\nAnd leave me in this world's wild maze,\nTo follow every wandering star.\n\n5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,\nEnlightening our beclouded eyes,\nThy threatenings just, thy promise sure,\nThy gospel makes the simple wise.]\n\n6 Give me thy counsels for my guide,\nAnd then receive me to thy bliss;\nAll my desires and hopes beside\nAre faint and cold compar'd to this.\n\n\nHymn 1:80.\nAn evening hymn, Psalm 4. 8. and 3. 5 6. and 143. 8.\n\n1 Thus far the Lord has led me on,\nThus far his power prolongs my days,\nAnd every evening shall make known\nSome fresh memorial of his grace.\n\n2 Much of my time has run to waste,\nAnd I perhaps am near my home;\nBut he forgives my follies past,\nHe gives me strength for days to come.\n\n3 I lay my body down to sleep,\nPeace is the pillow for my head,\nWhile well-appointed angels keep\nTheir watchful stations round my bed.\n\n4 In vain the sons of earth or hell\nTell me a thousand frightful things,\nMy God in safety makes me dwell\nBeneath the shadow of his wings.\n\n5 [Faith in his name forbids my fear:\nO may thy presence ne'er depart!\nAnd in the morning make me hear\nThe love and kindness of thy heart.\n\n6 Thus when the night of death shall come,\nMy flesh shall rest beneath the ground,\nAnd wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,\nWith sweet salvation in the sound.\n\n\nHymn 1:81.\nA song for morning or evening, Lam. 3. 23. Isa. 45. 7.\n\n1 My God, how endless is thy love!\nThy gifts are every evening new;\nAnd morning mercies from above\nGently distil like early dew.\n\n2 Thou spreadst the curtains of the night,\nGreat guardian of my sleeping hours;\nThy sovereign word restores the light,\nAnd quickens all my drowsy powers.\n\n3 I yield my powers to thy command,\nTo thee I consecrate my days;\nPerpetual blessings from thine hand\nDemand perpetual songs of praise.\n\n\nHymn 1:82.\nGod far above creatures; or, Man vain and\nmortal, Job 4. 77-21.\n\n1 Shall the vile race of flesh and blood\nContend with their creator, God?\nShall mortal worms presume to be\nMore holy, wise, or just than he?\n\n2 Behold he puts his trust in none\nOf all the spirits round his throne;\nTheir natures, when compar'd with his\nAre neither holy, just nor wise.\n\n3 But how much meaner things are they\nWho spring from dust and dwell in clay!\nTouch'd by the finger of thy wrath,\nWe faint and vanish like the moth.\n\n4 From night to day, from day to night,\nWe die by thousands in thy sight;\nBury'd in dust whole nations lie\nLike a forgotten vanity.\n\n5 Almighty power, to thee we bow;\nHow frail are we, how glorious thou!\nNo more the sons of earth shall dare\nWith an eternal God compare.\n\n\nHymn 1:83.\nAfflictions and death under providence, Job 5. 6 7 8.\n\n1 Not from the dust affliction grows,\nNor troubles rise by chance;\nYet we are born to care and woes,\nA sad inheritance.\n\n2 As sparks break out from burning coals,\nAnd still are upwards borne;\nSo grief is rooted in our souls,\nAnd man grows up to mourn.\n\n3 Yet with my God I leave my cause,\nAnd trust his promis'd grace;\nHe rules me by his well-known laws\nOf love and righteousness.\n\n4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore\nShall spoil my future peace,\nFor death and hell can do no more\nThan what my Father please.\n\n\nHymn 1:84.\nSalvation, righteousness, and strength in Christ,\nIsa. 45. 21 25.\n\n1 Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear,\nLet all the earth rejoice and fear,\nWhile God's eternal Son proclaims\nHis sovereign honours and his names:\n\n2 \"I am the last, and I the first,\n\"The Saviour God, and God the just;\n\"There's none beside pretends to shew\n\"Such justice and salvation too.\n\n3 \"[Ye that in shades of darkness dwell,\n\"Just on the verge of death and hell,\n\"Look up to me from distant lands,\n\"Light, life and heaven are in my hands.\n\n4 \"I by my holy Name have sworn,\n\"Nor shall the word in vain return,\n\"To me shall all things bend the knee,\n\"And every tongue shall swear to me.]\n\n5 \"In me alone shall men confess\n\"Lies all their strength and righteousness;\n\"But such as dare despise my Name,\n\"I'll clothe them with eternal shame.\n\n6 \"In me the Lord, shall all the seed\n\"Of Israel from their sins be freed,\n\"And by their shining graces prove\n\"Their interest in my pardoning love.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:85.\nThe same.\n\n1 The Lord on high proclaims\nHis Godhead from his throne;\n\"Mercy and justice are the names\n\"By which I will be known.\n\n2 \"Ye dying souls that sit\n\"In darkness and distress,\n\"Look from the borders of the pit\n\"To my recovering grace.\"\n\n3 Sinners shall hear the sound;\nTheir thankful tongues shall own,\n\"Our righteousness and strength is found\n\"In thee, the Lord, alone.\"\n\n4 In thee shall Israel trust,\nAnd see their guilt forgiven;\nGod will pronounce the sinners just,\nAnd take the saints to heaven.\n\n\nHymn 1:86.\nGod holy, just, and sovereign. Job 9. 2-10.\n\n1 How should the sons of Adam's race\nBe pure before their God?\nIf he contend in righteousness\nWe fall beneath his rod.\n\n2 To vindicate my words and thoughts\nI'll make no more pretence;\nNot one of all my thousand faults\nCan bear a just defence.\n\n3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise;\nWhat vain presumers dare\nAgainst their Maker's hand to rise,\nOr tempt th' unequal war?\n\n4 [Mountains by his almighty wrath\nFrom their old seats are torn;\nHe shakes the earth from south to north,\nAnd all her pillars mourn.\n\n5 He bids the sun forbear to rise,\nTh' obedient sun forbears:\nHis hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,\nAnd seals up all the stars.\n\n6 He walks upon the stormy sea\nFlies on the stormy wind;\nThere's none can trace his wondrous way,\nOr his dark footsteps find.]\n\n\nHymn 1:87.\nGod dwells with the humble and penitent, Isa. 57. 15 16.\n\n1 Thus saith the High and Lofty One,\n\"I sit upon my holy throne,\n\"My name is God, I dwell on high,\n\"Dwell in my own eternity.\n\n2 \"But I descend to worlds below,\n\"On earth I have a mansion too,\n\"The humble spirit and contrite\n\"Is an abode of my delight.\n\n3 \"The humble soul my words revive,\n\"I bid the mourning sinner live,\n\"Heal all the broken hearts I find,\n\"And ease the sorrows of the mind.\n\n4 \"When I contend against their sin\n\"I make them know how vile they've been;\n\"But should my wrath for ever smoke,\n\"Their souls would sink beneath my stroke.\"]\n\n5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh,\nLest we should faint, despair, and die!\nThus shall our better thoughts approve\nThe methods of thy chastening love.\n\n\nHymn 1:88.\nLife the day of grace and hope. Eccles. 9. 4 3 6 10.\n\n1 Life is the time to serve the Lord,\nThe time t' insure the great reward;\nAnd while the lamp holds out to burn\nThe vilest sinner may return.\n\n2 [Life is the hour that God has given\nTo 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven,\nThe day of grace, and mortals may\nSecure the blessings of the day.]\n\n3 The living know that they must die,\nBut all the dead forgotten lie,\nTheir memory and their sense is gone,\nAlike unknowing and unknown.\n\n4 [Their hatred and their love is lost,\nTheir envy bury'd in the dust;\nThey have no share in all that's done\nBeneath the circuit of the sun.]\n\n5 Then what my thoughts design to do,\nMy hands, with all your might pursue,\nSince no device, nor work is found,\nNor faith, nor hope beneath the ground.\n\n6 There are no acts of pardon past\nIn the cold grave to which we haste,\nBut darkness, death, and long despair\nReign in eternal silence there.\n\n\nHymn 1:89.\nYouth and judgment, Eccles. 11. 9.\n\n1 Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,\nIndulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,\nTaste the delight your souls desire,\nAnd give a loose to all your fire.\n\n2 Pursue the pleasures ye design,\nAnd cheer your hearts with songs and wine,\nEnjoy the day of mirth; but know\nThere is a day of judgment too.\n\n3 God from on high beholds your thoughts,\nHis book records your secret faults;\nThe works of darkness you have done\nMust all appear before the sun.\n\n4 The vengeance to your follies due\nShould strike your hearts with terror thro':\nHow will ye stand before his face,\nOr answer for his injur'd grace?\n\n5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes\nFrom these alluring vanities;\nAnd let the thunder of thy word\nAwake their souls to fear the Lord.\n\n\nHymn 1:90.\nThe same.\n\n1 Lo the young tribes of Adam rise,\nAnd thro' all nature rove,\nFulfil the wishes of their eyes,\nAnd taste the joys they love.\n\n2 They give a loose to wild desires,\nBut let the sinners know,\nThe strict account that God requires\nOf all the works they do.\n\n3 The Judge prepares his throne on high,\nThe frighted earth and seas\nAvoid the fury of his eye,\nAnd flee before his face.\n\n4 How shall I bear that dreadful day,\nAnd stand the fiery test?\nI give all mortal joys away\nTo be for ever blest.\n\n\nHymn 1:91.\nAdvice to youth; or, Old age and death in an\nunconverted state, Eccles. 12. 1 7. Isa. 65. 20.\n\n1 Now in the heat of youthful blood\nRemember your Creator God,\nBehold the months come hastening on\nWhen you shall say, \"My joys are gone.\"\n\n2 Behold, the aged sinner goes,\nLaden with guilt and heavy woes\nDown to the regions of the dead,\nWith endless curses on his head.\n\n3 The dust returns to dust again,\nThe soul in agonies of pain\nAscends to God, not there to dwell,\nBut hears her doom, and sinks to hell.\n\n4 Eternal King! I fear thy Name,\nTeach me to know how frail I am;\nAnd when my soul must hence remove,\nGive me a mansion in thy love.\n\n\nHymn 1:92.\nChrist the wisdom of God, Prov. 8. 1 22-32.\n\n1 Shall wisdom cry aloud\nAnd not her speech be heard?\nThe voice of God's eternal word,\nDeserves it no regard?\n\n2 \"I was his chief delight,\n\"His everlasting Son,\n\"Before the first of all his works,\n\"Creation, was begun.\n\n3 [\"Before the flying clouds,\n\"Before the solid land,\n\"Before the fields, before the floods,\n\"I dwelt at his right hand.\n\n4 \"When he adorn'd the skies,\n\"And built them I was there\n\"To order where the sun should rise,\n\"And marshal every star.\n\n5 \"When he pour'd out the sea,\n\"And spread the flowing deep,\n\"I gave the flood a firm decree,\n\"In its own bounds to keep.]\n\n6 \"Upon the empty air\nThe earth was balanc'd well;\n\"With joy I saw the mansion where\n\"The sons of men should dwell.\n\n7 \"My busy thoughts at first\n\"On their salvation ran,\n\"Ere sin was born, or Adam's dust\n\"Was fashioned to a man.\n\n8 \"Then come, receive my grace,\n\"Ye children, and be wise;\n\"Happy the man that keeps my ways;\n\"The man that shuns them dies.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:93.\nChrist, or wisdom, obeyed or resisted, Prov. 8. 31 35 36.\n\n1 Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord,\n\"Bless'd is the man that hears my word,\n\"Keeps daily watch before my gates,\n\"And at my feet for mercy waits.\n\n2 \"The soul that seeks me shall obtain\n\"Immortal wealth and heavenly gain;\n\"Immortal life is his reward,\n\"Life, and the favour of the Lord.\n\n3 \"But the vile wretch that flies from me\n\"Doth his own soul an injury;\nFools that against my grace rebel\n\"Seek death, and love the road to hell.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:94.\nJustification by faith, not by works; or, The law\ncondemns, grace justifies, Rom. 3. 19-22.\n\n1 Vain are the hopes the sons of men\nOn their own works have built;\nTheir hearts by nature all unclean,\nAnd all their actions guilt.\n\n2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths\nWithout a murmuring word,\nAnd the whole race of Adam stand\nGuilty before the Lord.\n\n3 In vain we ask God's righteous law\nTo justify us now,\nSince to convince and to condemn\nIs all the law can do.\n\n4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace,\nWhen in thy name we trust,\nOur faith receives a righteousness\nThat makes the sinner just.\n\n\nHymn 1:95.\nRegeneration, John 1. 13. and 3. 3 &c.\n\n1 Not all the outward forms on earth,\nNor rites that God has given,\nNor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,\nCan raise a soul to heaven.\n\n2 The sovereign will of God alone\nCreates us heirs of grace;\nBorn in the image of his Son,\nA new peculiar race.\n\n3 The Spirit like some heavenly wind\nBlows on the sons of flesh,\nNew models all the carnal mind,\nAnd forms the man afresh.\n\n4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise\nFrom the long sleep of death;\nOn heavenly things we fix our eyes,\nAnd praise employs our breath.\n\n\nHymn 1:96.\nElection excludes boasting, 1 Cor. 1. 26-31.\n\n1 But few among the carnal wise,\nBut few of noble race,\nObtain the favour of thine eyes,\nAlmighty King of Grace.\n\n2 He takes the men of meanest name\nFor sons and heirs of God;\nAnd thus he pours abundant shame\nOn honourable blood.\n\n3 He calls the fool, and makes him know\nThe mysteries of his grace,\nTo bring aspiring wisdom low,\nAnd all its pride abase.\n\n4 Nature has all its glories lost\nWhen brought before his throne;\nNo flesh shall in his presence boast\nBut in the Lord alone.\n\n\nHymn 1:97.\nChrist our wisdom, righteousness, &c. 1 Cor. 1. 30.\n\n1 Bury'd in shadows of the night\nWe lie till Christ restores the light:\nWisdom descends to heal the blind,\nAnd chase the darkness of the mind.\n\n2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears\nTill his atoning blood appears,\nThen we awake from deep distress,\nAnd sing, \"The Lord our Righteousness.\"\n\n3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin,\nHis Spirit makes our natures clean;\nSuch virtues from his sufferings flow,\nAt once to cleanse and pardon too.\n\n4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,\nBinding his slaves in heavy chains;\nHe sets the prisoners free, and breaks\nThe iron bondage from our necks.\n\n5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess\nGrace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;\nThou art our mighty All, and we\nGive our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.\n\n\nHymn 1:98.\nThe same.\n\n1 How heavy is the night\nThat hangs upon our eyes,\nTill Christ with his reviving light,\nOver our souls arise!\n\n2 Our guilty spirits dread\nTo meet the wrath of heaven\nBut, in his righteousness array'd,\nWe see our sins forgiven.\n\n3 Unholy and impure\nAre all our thoughts and ways;\nHis hands infected nature cure\nWith sanctifying grace.\n\n4 The powers of hell agree\nTo hold our souls in vain;\nHe sets the sons of bondage free,\nAnd breaks the cursed chain.\n\n5 Lord, we adore thy ways\nTo bring us near to God,\nThy sovereign power, thy healing grace,\nAnd thine atoning blood.\n\n\nHymn 1:99.\nStones made children of Abraham; or, Grace not\nconveyed by religious parents, Matt. 3. 9.\n\n1 Vain are the hopes that rebels place\nUpon their birth and blood,\nDescended from a pious race;\n(Their fathers now with God.)\n\n2 He from the caves of earth and hell\nCan take the hardest stones,\nAnd fill the house of Abra'm well\nWith new-created sons.\n\n3 Such wondrous power doth he possess\nWho form'd our mortal frame,\nWho call'd the world from emptiness,\nThe world obey'd and came.\n\n\nHymn 1:100.\nBelieve and be saved, John 3. 16 17 18.\n\n1 Not to condemn the sons of men\nDid Christ, the Son of God, appear;\nNo weapons in his hands are seen,\nNo flaming sword, nor thunder there.\n\n2 Such was the pity of our God,\nHe lov'd the race of man so well,\nHe sent his Son to bear our load\nOf sins, and save our souls from hell.\n\n3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word,\nTrust in his mighty name and live;\nA thousand joys his lips afford,\nHis hands a thousand blessings give.\n\n4 But vengeance and damnation lies\nOn rebels who refuse the grace;\nWho God's eternal Son despise\nThe hottest hell shall be their place.\n\n\nHymn 1:101.\nJoy in heaven for a repenting sinner, Luke 15. 7-10.\n\n1 Who can describe the joys that rise\nThro' all the courts of Paradise\nTo see a prodigal return,\nTo see an heir of glory born?\n\n2 With joy the Father doth approve\nThe fruit of his eternal love;\nThe Son with joy looks down and sees\nThe purchase of his agonies.\n\n3 The Spirit takes delight to view\nThe holy soul he form'd anew;\nAnd saints and angels join to sing\nThe growing empire of their King.\n\n\nHymn 1:102.\nThe beatitudes, Matt. 5. 3-12.\n\n1 [Bless'd are the humble souls that see\nTheir emptiness and poverty;\nTreasures of grace to them are given,\nAnd crowns of joy laid up in heaven.]\n\n2 [Bless'd are the men of broken heart,\nWho mourn for sin with inward smart;\nThe blood of Christ divinely flows,\nA healing balm for all their woes.]\n\n3 [Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar\nFrom rage and passion, noise and war;\nGod will secure their happy state,\nAnd plead their cause against the great.]\n\n4 [Bless'd are the souls that thirst for grace,\nHunger and long for righteousness,\nThey shall be well supply'd and fed,\nWith living streams and living bread.]\n\n5 [Bless'd are the men whose bowels move\nAnd melt with sympathy and love;\nFrom Christ the Lord shall they obtain\nLike sympathy and love again.]\n\n6 [Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean\nFrom the defiling powers of sin,\nWith endless pleasure they shall see\nA God of spotless purity.]\n\n7 [Bless'd are the men of peaceful life\nWho quench the coals of growing strife,\nThey shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,\nThe sons of God, the God of peace.]\n\n8 [Bless'd are the sufferers who partake\nOf pain and shame for Jesus' sake;\nTheir souls shall triumph in the Lord,\nGlory and joy are their reward.]\n\n\nHymn 1:103.\nNot ashamed of the gospel, C Tim. 1. 12.\n\n1 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord,\nOr to defend his cause,\nMaintain the honour of his word,\nThe glory of his cross.\n\n2 Jesus, my God, I know his Name,\nHis Name is all my trust,\nNor will he put my soul to shame,\nNor let my hope be lost.\n\n3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,\nAnd he can well secure\nWhat I've committed to his hands\nTill the decisive hour.\n\n4 Then will he own my worthless name\nBefore his Father's face,\nAnd in the new Jerusalem\nAppoint my soul a place.\n\n\nHymn 1:104.\nA state of nature and of grace, 1 Cor. 6. 10 11.\n\n1 Not the malicious or profane,\nThe wanton or the proud,\nNor thieves, nor slanderers shall obtain\nThe kingdom of our God.\n\n2 Surprising grace! and such were we\nBy nature and by sin,\nHeirs of immortal misery,\nUnholy and unclean.\n\n3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood,\nWe're pardon'd thro' his Name;\nAnd the good Spirit of our God\nHas sanctify'd our frame.\n\n4 O for a persevering power\nTo keep thy just commands!\nWe would defile our hearts no more,\nNo more pollute our hands.\n\n\nHymn 1:105.\nHeaven invisible and holy, 1 Cor. 2. 9 10. Rev. 21. 27.\n\n1 Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard,\nNor sense nor reason known\nWhat joys the Father hath prepar'd\nFor those that love the Son.\n\n2 But the good Spirit of the Lord\nReveals a heaven to come:\nThe beams of glory in his word\nAllure and guide us home.\n\n3 Pure are the joys above the sky,\nAnd all the region peace;\nNo wanton lips, nor envious eye\nCan see or taste the bliss.\n\n4 Those holy gates for ever bar\nPollution, sin, and shame;\nNone shall obtain admittance there\nBut followers of the Lamb.\n\n5 He keeps the Father's book of life,\nThere all their names are found;\nThe hypocrite in vain shall strive\nTo tread the heavenly ground.\n\n\nHymn 1:106.\nDead to sin by the cross of Christ, Rom. 6. 1 2 6.\n\n1 Shall we go on to sin\nBecause thy grace abounds,\nOr crucify the Lord again,\nAnd open all his wounds?\n\n2 Forbid it, mighty God,\nNor let it e'er be said\nThat we whose sins are crucify'd\nShould raise them from the dead.\n\n3 We will be slaves no more,\nSince Christ has made us free,\nHas nail'd our tyrants to his cross,\nAnd bought our liberty.\n\n\nHymn 1:107.\nThe fall and recovery of man; or, Christ and Satan\nat enmity, Gen. 3 1 15 17 Gal. 4. 4. Col. 2. 15.\n\n1 Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell\nAdam our head, our father fell,\nWhen Satan in the serpent hid\nPropos'd the fruit that God forbid.\n\n2 Death was the threatening; death began\nTo take possession of the man;\nHis unborn race receiv'd the wound,\nAnd heavy curses smote the ground.\n\n3 But Satan found a worse reward;\nThus saith the vengeance of the Lord,\n\"Let everlasting hatred be\n\"Betwixt the woman's seed and thee.\n\n4 \"The woman's seed shall be my Son,\nHe shall destroy what thou hast done,\n\"Shall break thy head, and only feel\n\"Thy malice raging at his heel.\"\n\n5 [He spake; and bid four thousand years\nRoll on;--at length his Son appears;\nAngels with joy descend to earth,\nAnd sing the young Redeemer's birth.\n\n6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies;\nBut, as he hung 'twixt earth and skies,\nHe gave their prince a fatal blow,\nAnd triumph'd o'er the powers below.]\n\n\nHymn 1:108.\nChrist unseen and beloved, 1 Pet. 1. 8.\n\n1 Not with our mortal eyes\nHave we beheld the Lord,\nYet we rejoice to hear his Name,\nAnd love him in his word.\n\n2 On earth we want the sight\nOf our Redeemer's face,\nYet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight\nTo dwell upon thy grace.\n\n3 And when we taste thy love,\nOur joys divinely grow\nUnspeakable, like those above,\nAnd heaven begins below.\n\n\nHymn 1:109.\nThe value of Christ and his righteousness, Phil. 3. 7 8 9.\n\n1 No more, my God, I boast no more\nOf all the duties I have done;\nI quit the hopes I held before\nTo trust the merits of thy Son.\n\n2 Now for the love I bear his Name,\nWhat was my gain I count my loss,\nMy former pride I call my shame,\nAnd nail my glory to his cross.\n\n3 Yes, and I must and will esteem\nAll things but loss for Jesus' sake\nO may my soul be found in him,\nAnd of his righteousness partake.\n\n4 The best obedience of my hands\nDares not appear before thy throne;\nBut faith can answer thy demands\nBy pleading what my Lord has done.\n\n\nHymn 1:110.\nDeath and immediate glory, 2 Cor. 5. 1 5-8.\n\n1 There is a house not made with hands,\nEternal and on high:\nAnd here my spirit waiting stands\nTill God shall bid it fly.\n\n2 Shortly this prison of my clay\nMust be dissolv'd and fall,\nThen, O my soul, with joy obey\nThy heavenly Father's call.\n\n3 'Tis he by his almighty grace\nThat forms thee fit for heaven,\nAnd as an earnest of the place,\nHas his own Spirit given.\n\n4 We walk by faith of joys to come,\nFaith lives upon his word;\nBut while the body is our home\nWe're absent from the Lord.\n\n5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,\nBut we had rather see;\nWe would be absent from the flesh,\nAnd present, Lord, with thee.\n\n\nHymn 1:111.\nSalvation by grace, Titus 3. 3-7.\n\n1 [Lord, we confess our numerous faults,\nHow great our guilt has been!\nFoolish and vain were all our thoughts,\nAnd all our lives were sin.\n\n2 But O, my soul, for ever praise,\nFor ever love his Name,\nWho turns thy feet from dangerous ways\nOf folly, sin, and shame.]\n\n3 ['Tis not by works of righteousness\nWhich our own hands have done;\nBut we are sav'd by sovereign grace\nAbounding thro' his Son.]\n\n4 'Tis from the mercy of our God\nThat all our hopes begin;\n'Tis by the water and the blood\nOur souls are wash'd from sin.\n\n5 'Tis thro' the purchase of his death,\nWho hung upon the tree,\nThe Spirit is sent down to breathe\nOn such dry bones as we.\n\n6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew;\nAnd justify'd by grace\nWe shall appear in glory too,\nAnd see our Father's face.\n\n\nHymn 1:112.\nThe brazen serpent; or, Looking to Jesus,\nJohn 3. 14 15 16.\n\n1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise\nThe brazen serpent high,\nThe wounded felt immediate ease,\nThe camp forbore to die.\n\n2 \"Look upward in the dying hour,\nAnd live,\" the prophet cries;\nBut Christ performs a nobler cure,\nWhen Faith lifts up her eyes.\n\n3 High on the cross the Saviour hung,\nHigh in the heavens he reigns:\nHere sinners by th' old serpent stung\nLook, and forget their pains.\n\n4 When God's own Son is lifted up,\nA dying world revives,\nThe Jew beholds the glorious hope,\nTh' expiring Gentile lives.\n\n\nHymn 1:113.\nAbraham's blessings on the Gentiles, Gen. 17. 7.\nRom. 15. 8. Mark 10. 14.\n\n1 How large the promise! how divine,\nTo Abra'am and his seed!\n\"I'll be a God to thee and thine,\n\"Supplying all their need.\"\n\n2 The words of his extensive love\nFrom age to age endure;\nThe angel of the covenant proves,\nAnd seals the blessing sure.\n\n3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms\nTo our great fathers given;\nHe takes young children to his arms,\nAnd calls them heirs of heaven.\n\n4 Our God, how faithful are his ways!\nHis love endures the same;\nNor from the promise of his grace\nBlots out the children's name.\n\n\nHymn 1:114.\nThe same, Rom. 11. 16 17.\n\n1 Gentiles by nature we belong\nTo the wild olive wood;\nGrace took us from the barren tree,\nAnd grafts us in the good.\n\n2 With the same blessings grace endows\nThe Gentile and the Jew;\nIf pure and holy be the root,\nSuch are the branches too.\n\n3 Then let the children of the saints\nBe dedicate to God;\nPour out thy Spirit on them, Lord,\nAnd wash them in thy blood.\n\n4 Thus to the parents and their seed\nShall thy salvation come,\nAnd numerous households meet at last\nIn one eternal home.\n\n\nHymn 1:115.\nConviction of sin by the law, Rom. 7. 8 9 14 24.\n\n1 Lord, how secure my conscience was,\nAnd felt no inward dread!\nI was alive without the law,\nAnd thought my sins were dead.\n\n2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright,\nBut since the precept came\nWith a convincing power and light,\nI find how vile I am.\n\n3 [My guilt appear'd but small before,\nTill terribly I saw\nHow perfect, holy, just, and pure,\nWas thine eternal law.\n\n4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,\nMy sins reviv'd again,\nI had provok'd a dreadful God,\nAnd all my hopes were slain.]\n\n5 I'm like a helpless captive sold\nUnder the power of sin;\nI cannot do the good I would,\nNor keep my conscience clean.\n\n6 My God, I cry with every breath\nFor some kind power to save,\nTo break the yoke of sin and death,\nAnd thus redeem the slave.\n\n\nHymn 1:116.\nLove to God and our neighbour, Matt. 22. 37-40.\n\n1 Thus saith the first, the great command,\n\"Let all thy inward powers unite\n\"To love thy Maker and thy God,\n\"With utmost vigour and delight.\n\n2 \"Then shall thy neighbour next in place\n\"Share thine affections and esteem,\n\"And let thy kindness to thyself\n\"Measure and rule thy love to him.\"\n\n3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,\nThis did the prophets preach and prove,\nFor want of this the law is broke,\nAnd the whole law's fulfill'd by love.\n\n4 But O! how base our passions are!\nHow cold our charity and zeal!\nLord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,\nOr we shall ne'er perform thy will.\n\n\nHymn 1:117.\nElection sovereign and free, Rom. 9. 21 22 23 20.\n\n1 Behold the potter and the clay,\nHe forms his vessels as he please:\nSuch is our God, and such are we,\nThe subjects of his high decrees.\n\n2 [Doth not the workman's power extend\nO'er all the mass, which part to choose,\nAnd mould it for a nobler end,\nAnd which to leave for viler use?]\n\n3 May not the sovereign Lord on high\nDispense his favours as he will,\nChoose some to life while others die,\nAnd yet be just and gracious still?\n\n4 [What if to make his terror known\nHe lets his patience long endure,\nSuffering vile rebels to go on\nAnd seal their own destruction sure!\n\n5 What if he means to shew his grace,\nAnd his electing love employs\nTo mark out some of mortal race,\nAnd form them fit for heavenly joys!]\n\n6 Shall man reply against the Lord,\nAnd call his Maker's ways unjust,\nThe thunder of whose dreadful word\nCan crush a thousand worlds to dust?\n\n7 But, O my soul, if truths so bright\nShould dazzle and confound thy sight\nYet still his written will obey,\nAnd wait the great decisive day.\n\n8 Then shall he make his justice known,\nAnd the whole world before his throne\nWith joy or terror shall confess\nThe glory of his righteousness.\n\n\nHymn 1:118.\nMoses and Christ; or, Sins against the law and\ngospel, John 1. 17. Heb. 3. 3 5 6 and 10. 28 29.\n\n1 The law by Moses came,\nBut peace, and truth, and love,\nWere brought by Christ, a nobler name,\nDescending from above.\n\n2 Amidst the house of God\nTheir different works were done;\nMoses a faithful servant stood,\nBut Christ a faithful Son.\n\n3 Then to his new commands\nBe strict obedience paid;\nO'er all his Father's house he stands\nThe sovereign and the head.\n\n4 The man that durst despise\nThe law that Moses brought,\nBehold! how terribly he dies\nFor his presumptuous fault.\n\n5 But sorer vengeance falls\nOn that rebellious race,\nWho hate to hear when Jesus calls,\nAnd dare resist his grace.\n\n\nHymn 1:119.\n'The different success of the gospel, 1 Cor. 1. 23 24.\n2 Cor. 2. 16. 1 Cor. 3. 6 7.\n\n1 Christ and his cross is all our theme;\nThe mysteries that we speak\nAre scandal in the Jew's esteem,\nAnd folly to the Greek.\n\n2 But souls enlighten'd from above\nWith joy receive the word;\nThey see what wisdom, power, and love\nShines in their dying Lord.\n\n3 The vital savour of his Name\nRestores their fainting breath;\nBut unbelief perverts the same\nTo guilt, despair, and death.\n\n4 Till God diffuse his graces down,\nLike showers of heavenly rain,\nIn vain Apollos sows the ground,\nAnd Paul may plant in vain.\n\n\nHymn 1:120.\nFaith of things unseen, Heb. 11. 1 3 8 10.\n\n1 Faith is the brightest evidence\nOf things beyond our sight,\nBreaks thro' the clouds of flesh and sense,\nAnd dwells in heavenly light.\n\n2 It sets times past in present view,\nBrings distant prospects home,\nOf things a thousand years ago,\nOr thousand years to come.\n\n3 By faith we know the worlds were made\nBy God's almighty word;\nAbra'm to unknown countries led,\nBy faith obey'd the Lord.\n\n4 He sought a city fair and high,\nBuilt by th' eternal hands;\nAnd faith assures us, tho' we die,\nThat heavenly building stands.\n\n\nHymn 1:121.\nChildren devoted to God, Gen. 17. 7 10. Acts 16.\n14 15 33. (For those who practise infant Baptism.)\n\n1 Thus saith the mercy of the Lord,\n\"I'll be a God to thee;\n\"I'll bless thy numerous race, and they\n\"Shall be a seed for me.\"\n\n2 Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace,\nAnd gave his sons to God;\nBut water seals the blessing now,\nThat once was seal'd with blood.\n\n3 Thus Lydia sanctify'd her house\nWhen she receiv'd the word;\nThus the believing jailor gave\nHis household to the Lord.\n\n4 Thus later saints, eternal King,\nThine ancient truth embrace;\nTo thee their infant-offspring bring,\nAnd humbly claim the grace.\n\n\nHymn 1:122.\nBelievers buried with Christ in baptism, Rom. 6. 3 &c.\n\n1 Do we not know that solemn word,\nThat we are bury'd with the Lord,\nBaptis'd into his death, and then\nPut off the body of our sin?\n\n2 Our souls receive diviner breath,\nRais'd from corruption, guilt, and death;\nSo from the grave did Christ arise,\nAnd lives to God above the skies.\n\n3 No more let sin or Satan reign\nOver our mortal flesh again;\nThe various lusts we serv'd before\nShall have dominion now no more.\n\n\nHymn 1:123.\nThe repenting prodigal, Luke 15. 13 &c.\n\n1 Behold the wretch whose lust and wine\nHad wasted his estate,\nHe begs a share among the swine,\nTo taste the husks they eat!\n\n2 \"I die with hunger here (he cries)\n\"I starve in foreign lands,\n\"My father's house has large supplies,\n\"And bounteous are his hands.\n\n3 \"I'll go, and with a mournful tongue\n\"Fall down before his face,\n\"Father, I've done thy justice wrong,\n\"Nor can deserve thy grace.\"\n\n4 He said, and hasten'd to his home,\nTo seek his father's love;\nThe father saw the rebel come,\nAnd all his bowels move.\n\n5 He ran, and fell upon his neck,\nEmbrac'd and kiss'd his son;\nThe rebel's heart with sorrow brake\nFor follies he had done.\n\n6 \"Take off his clothes of shame and sin,\"\n(The father gives command)\n\"Dress him in garments white and clean,\n\"With rings adorn his hand.\n\n7 \"A day of feasting I ordain,\n\"Let mirth and joy abound;\n\"My son was dead, and lives again,\n\"Was lost, and now is found.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:124.\nThe first and second Adam, Rom. 5. 12 &c.\n\n1 Deep in the dust before thy throne\nOur guilt and our disgrace we own;\nGreat God, we own th' unhappy name\nWhence sprang our nature and our shame.\n\n2 Adam, the sinner: At his fall\nDeath like a conqueror seiz'd us all;\nA thousand new-born babes are dead\nBy fatal union to their head.\n\n3 But whilst our spirits fill'd with awe\nBehold the terrors of thy law,\nWe sing the honours of thy grace,\nThat sent to save our ruin'd race.\n\n4 We sing thine everlasting Son,\nWho join'd our nature to his own;\nAdam the second, from the dust\nRaises the ruins of the first.\n\n5 [By the rebellion of one man\nThro' all his seed the mischief ran;\nAnd by one man's obedience now\nAre all his seed made righteous too.]\n\n6 Where sin did reign, and death abound,\nThere have the sons of Adam found\nAbounding life; there glorious grace\nReigns thro' the Lord our righteousness.\n\n\nHymn 1:125.\nChrist's compassion to the weak and tempted, Heb. 4.\n15 16. and 5. 7. Matt. 12. 20.\n\n1 With joy we meditate the grace\nOf our High Priest above;\nHis heart is made of tenderness,\nHis bowels melt with love.\n\n2 Touch'd with a sympathy within\nHe knows our feeble frame;\nHe knows what sore temptations mean,\nFor he has felt the same.\n\n3 But spotless, innocent, and pure\nThe great Redeemer stood,\nWhile Satan's fiery darts he bore,\nAnd did resist to blood.\n\n4 He in the days of feeble flesh\nPour'd out his cries and tears,\nAnd in his measure feels afresh\nWhat every member bears.\n\n5 [He'll never quench the smoking flax,\nBut raise it to a flame;\nThe bruised reed he never breaks,\nNor scorns the meanest name.]\n\n6 Then let our humble faith address\nHis mercy and his power,\nWe shall obtain delivering grace\nIn the distressing hour.\n\n\nHymn 1:126.\nCharity and uncharitableness, Rom. 14. 17 19.\n1 Cor. 10. 32.\n\n1 Not different food, or different dress\nCompose the kingdom of our Lord,\nBut peace and joy and righteousness,\nFaith and obedience to his word.\n\n2 When weaker Christians we despise\nWe do the gospel mighty wrong,\nFor God the gracious and the wise\nReceives the feeble with the strong.\n\n3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,\nMeekness and love our souls pursue;\nNor shall our practice give offence\nTo saints, the Gentile or the Jew.\n\n\nHymn 1:127.\nChrist's invitation to sinners; or, Humility and\npride, Matt. 11. 28 29 30.\n\n1 \"Come hither, all ye weary souls,\n\"Ye heavy laden sinners, come,\n\"I'll give you rest from all your toils,\n\"And raise you to my heavenly home.\n\n2 \"They shall find rest that learn of me;\n\"I'm of a meek and lowly mind;\n\"But passion rages like the sea,\n\"And pride is restless as the wind.\n\n3 \"Blest is the man whose shoulders take\n\"My yoke, and bear it with delight;\n\"My yoke is easy to his neck,\n\"My grace shall make the burden light.\"\n\n4 Jesus, we come at thy command,\nWith faith and hope and humble zeal\nResign our spirits to thy hand,\nTo mould and guide us at thy will.\n\n\nHymn 1:128.\nThe Apostles' commission; or, The gospel attested by\nmiracles, Mark 16. 15 &c. Matt. 28. 18 &c.\n\n1 \"Go preach my gospel, (saith the Lord,)\n\"Bid the whole earth my grace receive;\n\"He shall be sav'd that trusts my word,\n\"He shall be damn'd that won't believe.\n\n2 \"[I'll make your great commission known,\n\"And ye shall prove my gospel true\n\"By all the works that I have done,\n\"By all the wonders ye shall do.\n\n3 \"Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,\n\"Go cast out devils in my name;\n\"Nor let my prophets be afraid,\n\"Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme.]\n\n4 \"Teach all the nations my commands,\n\"I'm with you till the world shall end;\n\"All power is trusted to my hands,\n\"I can destroy, and I defend.\"\n\nHe spake, and light shone round his head,\nOn a bright cloud to heaven he rode;\nThey to the farthest nations spread\nThe grace of their ascended God.\n\n\nHymn 1:129.\nSubmission and deliverance; or, Abraham offering\nhis son, Gen. 22. 6 &c.\n\n1 Saints, at your Father's heavenly word\nGive up your comforts to the Lord;\nHe shall restore what you resign,\nOr grant you blessings more divine.\n\n2 So Abraham with obedient hand,\nLed forth his son at God's command,\nThe wood, the fire, the knife he took,\nHis arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke.\n\n3 \"Abraham, forbear, (the angel cry'd)\n\"Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd,\n\"Thy son shall live, and in thy seed\n\"Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed.\"\n\n4 Just in the last distressing hour\nThe Lord displays delivering power;\nThe mount of danger is the place\nWhere we shall see surprising grace.\n\n\nHymn 1:130.\nLove and hatred, Phil. 2. 2. Eph. 4. 30 &c.\n\n1 Now by the bowels of my God,\nHis sharp distress, his sore complaints,\nBy his last groans, his dying blood,\nI charge my soul to love the saints.\n\n2 Clamour, and wrath, and war be gone,\nEnvy and spite for ever cease,\nLet bitter words no more be known\nAmongst the saints, the sons of peace.\n\n3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,\nFlies from the realms of noise and strife;\nWhy should we vex and grieve his love,\nWho seals our souls to heavenly life?\n\n4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts,\nThro' all our lives let mercy run;\nSo God forgives our numerous faults\nFor the clear sake of Christ his Son.\n\n\nHymn 1:131.\nThe Pharisee and the Publican, Luke 18. 10 &c.\n\n1 Behold how sinners disagree,\nThe Publican and Pharisee!\nOne doth his righteousness proclaim,\nThe other owns his guilt and shame.\n\n2 This man at humble distance stands,\nAnd cries for grace with lifted hands;\nThat boldly rises near the throne,\nAnd talks of duties he has done.\n\n3 The Lord their different language knows,\nAnd different answers he bestows;\nThe humble soul with grace he crowns,\nWhilst on the proud his anger frowns.\n\n4 Dear Father, let me never be\nJoin'd with the boasting Pharisee;\nI have no merits of my own,\nBut plead the sufferings of thy Son.\n\n\nHymn 1:132.\nHoliness and grace, Titus 2. 10-13.\n\n1 So let our lips and lives express\nThe holy gospel we profess,\nSo let our works and virtues shine\nTo prove the doctrine all divine.\n\n2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad\nThe honours of our saviour God;\nWhen the salvation reigns within,\nAnd grace subdues the power of sin.\n\n3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd,\nPassion and envy, lust and pride;\nWhile justice, temperance, truth and love\nOur inward piety approve.\n\n4 Religion bears our spirits up,\nWhile we expect that blessed hope,\nThe bright appearance of the Lord,\nAnd faith stands leaning on his word.\n\n\nHymn 1:133.\nLove and charity, 1 Cor. 13. 2-7 13.\n\n1 Let Pharisees of high esteem\nTheir faith and zeal declare,\nAll their religion is a dream\nIf love be wanting there.\n\n2 Love suffers long with patient eye,\nNor is provok'd in haste;\nShe lets the present injury die,\nAnd long forgets the past.\n\n3 [Malice and rage, those fires of hell,\nShe quenches with her tongue;\nHopes, and believes, and thinks no ill,\nTho' she endure the wrong.]\n\n4 [She nor desires nor seeks to know\nThe scandals of the time;\nNor looks with pride on those below,\nNor envies those that climb.]\n\n5 She lays her own advantage by\nTo seek her neighbour's good;\nSo God's own Son came down to die,\nAnd bought our lives with blood.\n\n6 Love is the grace that keeps her power\nIn all the realms above;\nThere faith and hope are known no more,\nBut saints for ever love.\n\n\nHymn 1:134.\nReligion vain without love, 1 Cor. 13. 1 2 3.\n\n1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,\nAnd nobler speech that angels use,\nIf love be absent, I am found\nLike tinkling brass, an empty sound.\n\n2 Were I inspir'd to preach and tell\nAll that is done in heaven and hell,\nOr could my faith the world remove,\nStill I am nothing without love.\n\n3 Should I distribute all my store\nTo feed the bowels of the poor,\nOr give my body to the flame\nTo gain a martyr's glorious name;\n\n4 If love to God and love to men\nBe absent, all my hopes are vain;\nNor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal\nThe work of love can e'er fulfil.\n\n\nHymn 1:135.\nThe love of Christ shed abroad in the heart,\nEph. 3. 16 &c.\n\n1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell\nBy faith and love in every breast;\nThen shall we know, and taste, and feel\nThe joys that cannot be exprest.\n\n2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,\nMake our enlarged souls possess,\nAnd learn the height, and breadth, and length\nOf thine unmeasurable grace.\n\n3 Now to the God whose power can do\nMore than our thoughts or wishes know,\nBe everlasting honours done\nBy all the church, thro' Christ his Son.\n\n\nHymn 1:136.\nSincerity and hypocrisy; or, Formality in worship,\nJohn 4. 24. Psalm 139. 23 24.\n\n1 God is a spirit just and wise,\nHe sees our inmost mind;\nIn vain to heaven we raise our cries\nAnd leave our souls behind.\n\n2 Nothing but truth before his throne,\nWith honour can appear,\nThe painted hypocrites are known\nThro' the disguise they wear.\n\n3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,\nTheir bending knees the ground;\nBut God abhors the sacrifice\nWhere not the heart is found.\n\n4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,\nAnd make my soul sincere;\nThen shall I stand before thy face,\nAnd find acceptance there.\n\n\nHymn 1:137.\nSalvation by grace in Christ, 2 Tim. 1. 9 10.\n\n1 Now to the power of God supreme\nBe everlasting honours given,\nHe saves from hell, (we bless his Name)\nHe calls our wandering feet to heaven.\n\n2 Not for our duties or deserts,\nBut of his own abounding grace,\nHe works salvation in our hearts,\nAnd forms a people for his praise.\n\n3 'Twas his own purpose that begun\nTo rescue rebels doom'd to die;\nHe gave us grace in Christ his Son\nBefore he spread the starry sky.\n\n4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,\nAnd makes his Father's counsels known;\nDeclares the great transactions past,\nAnd brings immortal blessings down.\n\n5 He dies; and in that dreadful night\nDid all the powers of hell destroy;\nRising he brought our heaven to light,\nAnd took possession of the joy.\n\n\nHymn 1:138.\nSaints in the hands of Christ, John 10. 28 29.\n\n1 Firm as the earth thy gospel stands,\nMy Lord, my hope, my trust;\nIf I am found in Jesus' hands,\nMy soul can ne'er be lost.\n\n2 His honour is engag'd to save\nThe meanest of his sheep,\nAll that his heavenly Father gave\nHis hands securely keep.\n\n3 Nor death, nor hell shall e'er remove\nHis favourites from his breast;\nIn the dear bosom of his love\nThey must for ever rest.\n\n\nHymn 1:139.\nHope in the covenant; or, God's promise and truth\nunchangeable, Heb. 6. 17 18 19.\n\n1 How oft have sin and Satan strove\nTo rend my soul from thee, my God,\nBut everlasting is thy love,\nAnd Jesus seals it with his blood.\n\n2 The oath and promise of the Lord\nJoin to confirm the wondrous grace;\nEternal power performs the word,\nAnd fills all heaven with endless praise.\n\n3 Amidst temptations sharp and long\nMy soul to this dear refuge flies:\nHope is my anchor firm and strong,\nWhile tempests blow, and billows rise.\n\n4 The gospel bears my spirits up;\nA faithful and unchanging God\nLays the foundation for my hope\nIn oaths, and promises, and blood.\n\n\nHymn 1:140.\nA living and a dead faith. Collected from\nseveral scriptures.\n\n1 Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven,\nAnd make their empty boast\nOf inward joys, and sins forgiven,\nWhile they are slaves to lust.\n\n2 Vain are our fancies airy flights,\nIf faith be cold and dead,\nNone but a living power unites\nTo Christ the living head.\n\n3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart;\n'Tis faith that works by love;\nThat bids all sinful joys depart,\nAnd lifts the thoughts above.\n\n4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell\nBy a celestial power;\nThis is the grace that shall prevail\nIn the decisive hour.\n\n5 [Faith must obey her Father's will\nAs well as trust his grace;\nA pardoning God is jealous still\nFor his own holiness.\n\n6 When from the curse he sets us free,\nHe makes our natures clean,\nNor would he send his Son to be\nThe minister of sin.\n\n7 His Spirit purifies our frame,\nAnd seals our peace with God;\nJesus, and his salvation, came\nBy water and by blood.]\n\n\nHymn 1:141.\nThe humiliation and exaltation of Christ,\nIsa. 53. 1-5 10 11 12.\n\n1 Who has believ'd thy word,\nOr thy salvation known?\nReveal thine arm, almighty Lord,\nAnd glorify thy Son.\n\n2 The Jews esteem'd him here\nToo mean for their belief:\nSorrows his chief acquaintance were,\nAnd his companion, grief.\n\n3 They turn'd their eyes away,\nAnd treated him with scorn;\nBut 'twas their grief upon him lay,\nTheir sorrows he has borne.\n\n4 'Twas for the stubborn Jews,\nAnd Gentiles then unknown,\nThe God of justice pleas'd to bruise\nHis best beloved Son.\n\n5 \"But I'll prolong his days,\n\"And make his kingdom stand,\n\"My pleasure, (saith the God of grace)\n\"Shall prosper in his hand.\n\n6 [\"His joyful soul shall see\n\"The purchase of his pain,\n\"And by his knowledge justify\n\"The guilty sons of men.]\n\n7 [\"Ten thousand captive slaves,\n\"Releas'd from death and sin,\n\"Shall quit their prisons and their graves;\n\"And own his power divine.]\n\n8 [\"Heaven shall advance my Son\n\"To joys that earth deny'd;\n\"Who saw the follies men had done,\n\"And bore their sins, and dy'd.\"]\n\n\nHymn 1:142.\nThe same, Isa. 53. 6-9 12.\n\n1 Like sheep we went astray,\nAnd broke the fold of God,\nEach wandering in a different way,\nBut all the downward road.\n\n2 How dreadful was the hour\nWhen God our wanderings laid,\nAnd did at once his vengeance pour\nUpon the Shepherd's head!\n\n3 How glorious was the grace\nWhen Christ sustain'd the stroke!\nHis life and blood the Shepherd pays,\nA ransom for the flock.\n\n4 His honour and his breath\nWere taken both away;\nJoin'd with the wicked in his death,\nAnd made as vile as they.\n\n5 But God shall raise his head\nO'er all the sons of men,\nAnd make him see a numerous seed\nTo recompense his pain.\n\n6 \"I'll give him, (saith the Lord)\n\"A portion with the strong;\n\"He shall possess a large reward,\n\"And hold his honours long.\"\n\n\nHymn 1:143.\nCharacters of the children of God,\nfrom several scriptures.\n\n1 So new born babes desire the breast\nTo feed, and grow, and thrive:\nSo saints with joy the gospel taste,\nAnd by the gospel live.\n\n2 [With inward gust their heart approves\nAll that the word relates;\nThey love the men their Father loves,\nAnd hate the works he hates.]\n\n3 [Not all the flattering baits on earth\nCan make them slaves to lust;\nThey can't forget their heavenly birth,\nNor grovel in the dust.\n\n4 Not all the chains that tyrants use\nShall bind their souls to vice;\nFaith like a conqueror can produce\nA thousand victories.]\n\n5 [Grace like an uncorrupting seed\nAbides and reigns within;\nImmortal principles forbid\nThe sons of God to sin.]\n\n6 [Not by the terrors of a slave\nDo they perform his will,\nBut with the noblest powers they have\nHis sweet commands fulfil.]\n\n7 They find access at every hour,\nTo God within the veil;\nHence they derive a quickening power,\nAnd joys that never fail.\n\n8 O happy souls! O glorious state\nOf overflowing grace!\nTo dwell so near their Father's seat,\nAnd see his lovely face.\n\n9 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;\nCall me a child of thine,\nSend down the Spirit of thy Son\nTo form my heart divine.\n\n10 There shed thy choicest loves abroad,\nAnd make my comforts strong:\nThen shall I say, \"My Father God,\"\nWith an unwavering tongue.\n\n\nHymn 1:144.\nThe witnessing and sealing Spirit, Rom. 8. 14 16.\nEph. 1. 13 14.\n\n1 Why should the children of a King\nGo mourning all their days?\nGreat Comforter, descend and bring\nSome tokens of thy grace.\n\n2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,\nAnd seal the heirs of heaven?\nWhen wilt thou banish my complaints,\nAnd shew my sins forgiven?\n\n3 Assure my conscience of her part\nIn the Redeemer's blood;\nAnd bear thy witness with my heart,\nThat I am born of God.\n\n4 Thou art the earnest of his love,\nThe pledge of joys to come;\nAnd thy soft wings, celestial dove,\nWill safe convey me home.\n\n\nHymn 1:145.\nChrist and Aaron. Taken from Heb. 7. and 9.\n\n1 Jesus, in thee our eyes behold\nA thousand glories more\nThan the rich gems and polish'd gold\nThe sons of Aaron wore.\n\n2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought\nTo purge themselves from sin;\nThy life was pure without a spot,\nAnd all thy nature clean.\n\n3 [Fresh blood as constant as the day\nWas on their altar spilt;\nBut thy one offering takes away\nFor ever all our guilt.]\n\n4 [Their priesthood ran thro' several hands.\nFor mortal was their race;\nThy never-changing office stands\nEternal as thy days.]\n\n5 [Once in the circuit of a year\nWith blood, but not his own,\nAaron within the veil appears\nBefore the golden throne;\n\n6 But Christ by his own powerful blood\nAscends above the skies,\nAnd in the presence of our God\nShews his own sacrifice.]\n\n7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns\nOn Sion's heavenly hill,\nLooks like a lamb that has been slain,\nAnd wears his priesthood still.\n\n8 He ever lives to intercede\nBefore his Father's face;\nGive him, my soul, thy cause to plead,\nNor doubt the Father's grace.\n\n\nHymn 1:146.\nCharacters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate\nthings, in scripture.\n\n1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet,\nSee in his face what wonders meet;\nEarth is too narrow to express\nHis worth, his glory, or his grace.\n\n2 [The whole creation can afford\nBut some faint shadows of my Lord:\nNature to make his beauties known\nMust mingle colours not her own.]\n\n3 [Is he compar'd to wine or bread?\nDear Lord, our souls would thus be fed;\nThat flesh, that dying blood of thine,\nIs bread of life, is heavenly wine.]\n\n4 [Is he a tree? The world receives\nSalvation from his healing leaves;\nThat righteous branch, that fruitful bough,\nIs David's root and offspring too.]\n\n5 [Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields\nSuch fragrancy in all her fields:\nOr if the lily he assume,\nThe vallies bless the rich perfume.]\n\n6 [Is he a vine? His heavenly root\nSupplies the boughs with life and fruit:\nO let a lasting union join\nMy soul the branch to Christ the vine:\n\n7 [Is he the head? Each member lives,\nAnd owns the vital powers he gives;\nThe saints below, and saints above,\nJoin'd by his Spirit and his love.]\n\n8 [Is he a fountain? There I bathe,\nAnd heal the plague of sin and death\nThese waters all my soul renew,\nAnd cleanse my spotted garments too.]\n\n9 [Is he a fire? he'll purge my dross,\nBut the true gold sustains no loss;\nLike a refiner shall he sit,\nAnd tread the refuse with his feet.]\n\n10 [Is he a rock? How firm he proves!\nThe rock of ages never moves;\nYet the sweet streams that from him flow\nAttend us all the desert thro'.]\n\n11 [Is he a way? He leads to God,\nThe path is drawn in lines of blood;\nThere would I walk with hope and zeal,\nTill I arrive at Sion's hill.]\n\n12 [Is he a door? I'll enter in\nBehold the pastures large and green,\nA paradise divinely fair,\nNone but the sheep have freedom there.]\n\n13 [Is he design'd a corner-stone,\nFor men to build their heaven upon?\nI'll make him my foundation too,\nNor fear the plots of hell below.]\n\n14 [Is he a temple? I adore\nTh'indwelling majesty and power;\nAnd still to this most holy place,\nWhene'er I pray, I turn my face.]\n\n15 [Is he a star? He breaks the night,\nPiercing the shades with dawning light;\nI know his glories from afar,\nI know the bright, the morning-star.]\n\n16 [Is he a sun? His beams are grace,\nHis course is joy, and righteousness;\nNations rejoice when he appears\nTo chase their clouds, and dry their tears.\n\n17 O let me climb those higher skies,\nWhere storms and darkness never rise!\nThere he displays his powers abroad,\nAnd shines, and reigns th'incarnate God.]\n\n18 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,\nNor heaven his full resemblance bears;\nHis beauties we can never trace,\nTill we behold him face to face.\n\n\nHymn 1:147.\nThe names and titles of Christ, from several scriptures.\n\n1 ['Tis from the treasures of his word\nI borrow titles for my Lord?\nNor art, nor nature can supply\nSufficient forms of majesty.\n\n2 Bright image of the Father's face,\nShining with undiminish'd rays;\nTh' eternal God's eternal Son,\nThe heir, and partner of his throne.]\n\n3 The King of kings, the Lord most high,\nWrites his own Name upon his thigh:\nHe wears a garment dipt in blood,\nAnd breaks the nations with his rod.\n\n4 Where grace can neither melt nor move\nThe Lamb resents his injur'd love,\nAwakes his wrath without delay,\nAnd Judah's Lion tears the prey.\n\n5 But when for works of peace he comes,\nWhat winning titles he assumes!\n\"Light of the World, and Life of Men;\"\nNor bears those characters in vain.\n\n6 With tender pity in his heart\nHe acts the Mediator's part;\nA friend and brother he appears,\nAnd well fulfils the names he wears.\n\n7 At length the Judge his throne ascends,\nDivides the rebels from his friends,\nAnd saints in full fruition prove\nHis rich variety of love.\n\n\nHymn 1:148. As the 148th Psalm.\nThe same.\n\n1 [With cheerful voice I sing\nThe titles of my Lord,\nAnd borrow all the names\nOf honour from his word:\nNature and art\nCan ne'er supply\nSufficient forms\nOf majesty.\n\n2 In Jesus we behold\nHis Father's glorious face,\nShining for ever bright\nWith mild and lovely rays:\nTh' eternal God's\nEternal Son\nInherits and\nPartakes the throne.]\n\n3 The sovereign King of kings,\nThe Lord of lords most high,\nWrites his own name upon\nHis garment and his thigh:\nHis Name is call'd\n\"The Word of God;\"\nHe rules the earth\nWith iron rod.\n\n4 Where promises and grace\nCan neither melt nor move,\nThe angry Lamb resents\nThe injuries of his love;\nAwakes his wrath\nWithout delay,\nAs lions roar\nAnd tear the prey.\n\n5 But when for works of peace\nThe great Redeemer comes,\nWhat gentle characters,\nWhat titles he assumes!\n\"Light of the world,\n\"And Life of men\"\nNor will he bear\nThose names in vain.\n\n6 Immense compassion reigns\nIn our Immanuel's heart,\nWhen he descends to act\nA Mediator's part:\nHe is a friend\nAnd brother too\nDivinely kind,\nDivinely true.\n\n7 At length the Lord the Judge\nHis awful throne ascends,\nAnd drives the rebels far\nFrom favourites and friends:\nThen shall the saints\nCompletely prove\nThe heights and depths\nOf all his love.\n\n\nHymn 1:149.\nThe offices of Christ, from several scriptures.\n\n1 Join all the names of love and power\nThat ever men or angels bore;\nAll are too mean to speak his worth,\nOr set Immanuel's glory forth.\n\n2 But O what condescending ways\nHe takes to teach his heavenly grace!\nMy eyes with joy and wonder see\nWhat forms of love he bears for me.\n\n3 [The \"Angel of the covenant\" stands\nWith his commission in his hands,\nSent from his Father's milder throne,\nTo make the great Salvation known.]\n\n4 Great Prophet let me bless thy Name;\nBy thee the joyful tidings came,\nOf wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiven,\nOf hell subdu'd, and peace with heaven.]\n\n5 [My bright Example, and my Guide,\nI would be walking near thy side;\nO let me never run astray,\nNor follow the forbidden way!]\n\n6 [I love my Shepherd, he shall keep\nMy wandering soul among his sheep:\nHe feeds his flock, he calls their names,\nAnd in his bosom bears the lambs.]\n\n7 [My surety undertakes my cause,\nAnswering his Father's broken laws;\nBehold my soul at freedom set;\nMy surety paid the dreadful debt.]\n\n8 [Jesus, my great High Priest has dy'd,\nI seek no sacrifice beside;\nHis blood did once for all atone,\nAnd now it pleads before the throne.]\n\n9 [My advocate appears on high,\nThe Father lays his thunder by;\nNot all that earth or hell can say,\nShall turn my Father's heart away.]\n\n10 [My Lord, my Conqu'ror and my King,\nThy sceptre and thy sword I sing;\nThine is the victory, and I sit\nA joyful subject at thy feet.]\n\n11 [Aspire my soul, to glorious deeds,\nThe \"Captain of salvation\" leads;\nMarch on, nor fear to win the day,\nTho' death and hell obstruct the way.\n\n12 Should death and hell, and powers unknown\nPut all their forms of mischief on,\nI shall be safe; for Christ displays\nSalvation in more sovereign ways.]\n\n\nHymn 1:150. As the 149th Psalm.\nThe same.\n\n1 Join all the glorious names\nOf wisdom, love, and power,\nThat ever mortals knew,\nThat angels ever bore:\nAll are too mean\nTo speak his worth,\nToo mean to set\nMy Saviour forth.\n\n2 But O what gentle terms,\nWhat condescending ways\nDoth our Redeemer use\nTo teach his heavenly grace!\nMine eyes with joy\nAnd wonder see\nWhat forms of love\nHe bears for me.\n\n3 [Array'd in mortal flesh\nHe like an angel stands,\nAnd holds the promises\nAnd pardons in his hands:\nCommission'd from\nHis Father's throne\nTo make his grace\nTo mortals known.]\n\n4 [Great Prophet of my God,\nMy tongue would bless thy Name;\nBy thee the joyful news\nOf our salvation came.\nThe joyful news\nOf sins forgiven,\nOf hell subdu'd,\nAnd peace with heaven.]\n\n5 [Be thou my counsellor,\nMy pattern and my guide,\nAnd thro' this desert land\nStill keep me near thy side:\nO let my feet\nNe'er run astray,\nNor rove nor seek\nThe crooked way.]\n\n6 [I love my Shepherd's voice,\nHis watchful eyes shall keep\nMy wandering soul among\nThe thousands of his sheep:\nHe feeds his flock,\nHe calls their names,\nHis bosom bears\nThe tender lambs.]\n\n7 [To this dear surety's hand\nWill I commit my cause;\nHe answers and fulfils\nHis Father's broken laws:\nBehold my soul\nAt freedom set!\nMy surety paid\nThe dreadful debt.]\n\n8 [Jesus my great high Priest\nOffer'd his blood and dy'd;\nMy guilty conscience seeks\nNo sacrifice beside:\nHis powerful blood\nDid once atone;\nAnd now it pleads\nBefore the throne.]\n\n9 [My Advocate appears\nFor my defence on high,\nThe Father bows his ear,\nAnd lays his thunder by:\nNot all that hell\nOr sin can say\nShall turn his heart,\nHis love away.]\n\n10 [My dear Almighty Lord,\nMy Conqu'ror and my King,\nThy sceptre and thy sword,\nThy reigning grace I sing:\nThine is the power;\nBehold I sit\nIn willing bonds\nBefore thy feet.]\n\n11 [Now let my soul arise,\nAnd tread the tempter down\nMy captain leads me forth\nTo conquest and a crown.\nA feeble saint\nShall win the day,\nTho' death and hell\nObstruct the way.]\n\n12 Should all the hosts of death,\nAnd powers of hell unknown,\nPut their most dreadful forms\nOf rage and mischief on;\nI shall be safe,\nFor Christ displays\nSuperior power,\nAnd guardian grace.\n\n\nEnd of the First Book.\n\n\n\nHymns.\n\nBook 2.\n\nComposed on Divine Subjects.\n\n\nHymn 2:1.\nA song of praise to God from Great Britain.\n\n1 Nature with all her powers shall sing\nGod the Creator and the King;\nNor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas\nDeny the tribute of their praise.\n\n2 [Begin to make his glories known,\nYe seraphs that sit near his throne;\nTune your harps high, and spread the sound\nTo the creation's utmost bound.\n\n3 All mortal things of meaner frame,\nExert your force and own his Name;\nWhilst with our souls and with our voice\nWe sing his honours and our joys.]\n\n4 [To him be sacred all we have\nFrom the young cradle to the grave:\nOur lips shall his loud wonders tell,\nAnd every word a miracle.]\n\n5 [This northern isle, our native land,\nLies safe in God th' Almighty's hand:\nOur foes of victory dream in vain,\nAnd wear the captivating chain.\n\n6 He builds and guards the British throne,\nAnd makes it gracious like his own,\nMakes our successive princes kind,\nAnd gives our dangers to the wind.]\n\n7 Raise monumental praises high\nTo him that thunders thro' the sky,\nAnd with an awful nod or frown\nShakes an aspiring tyrant down.\n\n8 [Pillars of lasting brass proclaim\nThe triumphs of th' eternal Name;\nWhile trembling nations read from far\nThe honours of the God of war.]\n\n9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ\nOur loftiest thoughts and loudest songs\nBritain pronounce with warmest joy\nHosanna from ten thousand tongues.\n\n10 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame\nAttempts in vain to reach thy Name;\nThe strongest notes that angels raise\nFaint in the worship and the praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:2.\nThe death of a sinner.\n\n1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll,\nDamnation and the dead;\nWhat horrors seize the guilty soul\nUpon a dying bed!\n\n2 Lingering about these mortal shores,\nShe makes a long delay,\nTill like a flood with rapid force\nDeath sweeps the wretch away.\n\n3 Then swift and dreadful she descends\nDown to the fiery coast,\nAmongst abominable fiends,\nHerself a frightful ghost.\n\n4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,\nAnd darkness makes their chains;\nTortur'd with keen despair they cry,\nYet wait for fiercer pains.\n\n5 Not all their anguish and their blood\nFor their old guilt atones,\nNor the compassions of a God\nShall hearken to their groans.\n\n6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath,\nNor bid my soul remove,\nTill I had learn'd my Saviour's death,\nAnd well insur'd his love!\n\n\nHymn 2:3.\nThe death and burial of a saint.\n\n1 Why do we mourn departing friends\nOr shake at death's alarms?\n'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends\nTo call them to his arms.\n\n2 Are we not tending upward too\nAs fast as time can move?\nNor would we wish the hours more slow\nTo keep us from our love.\n\n3 Why should we tremble to convey\nTheir bodies to the tomb?\nThere the dear flesh of Jesus lay,\nAnd left a long perfume.\n\n4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,\nAnd soften'd every bed;\nWhere should the dying members rest,\nBut with the dying head?\n\n5 Thence he arose, ascending high,\nAnd shew'd our feet the way;\nUp to the Lord our flesh shall fly\nAt the great rising day.\n\n6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,\nAnd bid our kindred rise,\nAwake, ye nations under ground,\nYe saints, ascend the skies.\n\n\nHymn 2:4.\nSalvation in the cross.\n\n1 Here at thy cross, my dying God,\nI lay my soul beneath thy love,\nBeneath the droppings of thy blood,\nJesus, nor shall it e'er remove.\n\n2 Not all that tyrants think or say,\nWith rage and lightning in their eyes,\nNor hell shall fright my heart away,\nShould hell with all its legions rise.\n\n3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,\nMoveless and firm this heart should lie;\nResolv'd (for that's my last defence)\nIf I must perish, there to die.\n\n4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear,\nAm I not safe beneath thy, shade?\nThy vengeance will not strike me here,\nNor Satan dares my soul invade.\n\n5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,\nAnd all my foes shall lose their aim,\nHosanna to my dying God,\nAnd my best honours to his Name.\n\n\nHymn 2:5.\nLonging to praise Christ better.\n\n1 Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll\nO'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul,\nAnd read my Maker's broken laws\nRepair'd and honour'd by thy cross;\n\n2 When I behold death, hell and sin,\nVanquish'd by that dear blood of thine,\nAnd see the man that groan'd and dy'd\nSit glorious by his Father's side;\n\n3 My passions rise and soar above,\nI'm wing'd with faith and fir'd with love;\nFain would I reach eternal things,\nAnd learn the notes that Gabriel sings.\n\n4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,\nFor want of their immortal strains;\nAnd in such humble notes as these\nMust fall below thy victories.\n\n5 Well, the kind minute must appear\nWhen we shall leave these bodies here,\nThese clogs of clay, and mount on high,\nTo join the songs above the sky.\n\n\nHymn 2:6.\nA morning song.\n\n1 Once more, my soul, the rising day\nSalutes thy waking eyes.\nOnce more, my voice, thy tribute pay\nTo him that rolls the skies.\n\n2 Night unto night his name repeats,\nThe day renews the sound,\nWide as the heaven on which he sits\nTo turn the seasons round.\n\n3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,\nMy tongue shall speak his praise;\nMy sins would rouse his wrath to flame,\nAnd yet his wrath delays.\n\n4 On a poor worm thy power might tread,\nAnd I could ne'er withstand;\nThy justice might have crush'd me dead,\nBut mercy held thine hand.\n\n5 A thousand wretched souls are fled\nSince the last setting sun,\nAnd yet thou length'nest out my thread,\nAnd yet my moments run.\n\n6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine\nWhilst I enjoy the light,\nThen shall my sun in smiles decline,\nAnd bring a pleasing night.\n\n\nHymn 2:7.\nAn evening song.\n\n1 [Dread Sovereign, let my evening song\nLike holy incense rise;\nAssist the offerings of my tongue\nTo reach the lofty skies.\n\n2 Thro' all the dangers of the day,\nThy hand was still my guard,\nAnd still to drive my wants away\nThy mercy stood prepar'd.]\n\n3 Perpetual blessings from above\nEncompass me around,\nBut O how few returns of love\nHath my Creator found!\n\n4 What have I done for him that dy'd\nTo save my wretched soul?\nHow are my follies multiply'd,\nFast as my minutes roll;\n\n5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine\nTo thy dear cross I flee,\nAnd to thy grace my soul resign\nTo be renew'd by thee.\n\n6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood\nI lay me down to rest,\nAs in th' embraces of my God,\nOr on my Saviour's breast.\n\n\nHymn 2:8.\nA hymn for morning or evening.\n\n1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound,\nTo God's upholding hand;\nTen thousand snares attend us round,\nAnd yet secure we stand.\n\n2 That was a most amazing power\nThat rais'd us with a word,\nAnd every day and every hour\nWe lean upon the Lord.\n\n3 The evening rests our weary head,\nAnd angels guard the room;\nWe wake and we admire the bed\nThat was not made our tomb.\n\n4 The rising morning can't assure\nThat we shall end the day,\nFor death stands ready at the door\nTo seize our lives away.\n\n5 Our breath is forfeited by sin\nTo God's revenging law;\nWe own thy grace, immortal King,\nIn every gasp we draw.\n\n6 God is our sun, whose daily light\nOur joy and safety brings:\nOur feeble flesh lies safe at night\nBeneath his shady wings.\n\n\nHymn 2:9.\nGodly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ.\n\n1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,\nAnd did my Sovereign die?\nWould he devote that sacred head\nFor such a worm as I?\n\n2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,\nAnd bath'd in its own blood,\nWhile all expos'd to wrath divine\nThe glorious Sufferer stood.]\n\n3 Was it for crimes that I had done\nHe groan'd upon the tree?\nAmazing pity! grace unknown!\nAnd love beyond degree!\n\n4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,\nAnd shut his glories in,\nWhen God the mighty Maker dy'd\nFor man the creature's sin.\n\n5 Thus might I hide my blushing face\nWhile his dear cross appears,\nDissolve my heart in thankfulness,\nAnd melt my eyes to tears.\n\n6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay\nThe debt of love I owe;\nHere, Lord, I give myself away,\n'Tis all that I can do.\n\n\nHymn 2:10.\nParting with carnal joys.\n\n1 My soul forsakes her vain delight,\nAnd bids the world farewell\nBase as the dirt beneath my feet,\nAnd mischievous as hell.\n\n2 No longer will I ask your love,\nNor seek your friendship more;\nThe happiness that I approve\nLies not within your power.\n\n3 There's nothing round this spacious earth\nThat suits my large desire;\nTo boundless joy and solid mirth\nMy nobler thoughts aspire.\n\n4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood,\nFrom sin and dross refin'd,\nStill springing from the throne of God,\nAnd fit to cheer the mind.\n\n5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere,\nThe glorious and the great,\nBrings his own all-sufficience there,\nTo make our bliss complete.]\n\n6 Had I the pinions of a dove,\nI'd climb the heavenly road;\nThere sits my Saviour dress'd in love,\nAnd there my smiling God.\n\n\nHymn 2:11.\nThe same.\n\n1 Send the joys of earth away,\nAway ye tempters of the mind,\nFalse as the smooth deceitful sea,\nAnd empty as the whistling wind.\n\n2 Your streams were floating me along\nDown to the gulf of black despair,\nAnd whilst I listen'd to your song,\nYour streams had e'en convey'd me there.\n\n3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,\nThat warn'd me of that dark abyss,\nThat drew me from those treacherous seas,\nAnd bid me seek superior bliss.\n\n4 Now to the shining realms above\nI stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes;\nO for the pinions of a dove\nTo bear me to the upper skies.\n\n5 There from the bosom of my God\nOceans of endless pleasure roll;\nThere would I fix my last abode,\nAnd drown the sorrows of my soul.\n\n\nHymn 2:12.\nChrist is the substance of the Levitical priesthood.\n\n1 The true Messiah now appears,\nThe types are all withdrawn;\nSo fly the shadows and the stars\nBefore the rising dawn.\n\n2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,\nNor kid, nor bullock slain,\nIncense and spice of costly names\nWould all be burnt in vain.\n\n3 Aaron must lay his robes away;\nHis mitre and his vest,\nWhen God himself comes down to be\nThe offering and the priest.\n\n4 He took our mortal flesh to show\nThe wonders of his love;\nFor us he paid his life below,\nAnd prays for us above.\n\n5 \"Father, (he cries) forgive their sins,\n\"For I myself have dy'd,\"\nAnd then he shews his open'd veins,\nAnd pleads his wounded side.\n\n\nHymn 2:13.\nThe creation, preservation, dissolution, and\nrestoration of this world.\n\n1 Sing to the Lord that built the skies,\nThe Lord that rear'd this stately frame;\nLet half the nations sound his praise,\nAnd lands unknown repeat his Name.\n\n2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,\nMade every drop and every dust,\nNature and time with all their wheels,\nAnd push'd them into motion first.\n\n3 Now from his high imperial throne\nHe looks far down upon the spheres;\nHe bids the shining orbs roll on,\nAnd round he turns our hasty years.\n\n4 Thus shall this moving engine last\nTill all his saints are gather'd in,\nThen for the trumpet's dreadful blast\nTo shake it all to dust again!\n\n5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,\nAnd lightning burn the globe below,\nSaints, you may lift your joyful eyes,\nThere's a new heaven and earth for you.\n\n\nHymn 2:14.\nThe Lord's day; or, Delight in ordinances.\n\n1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,\nThat saw the Lord arise;\nWelcome to this reviving breast,\nAnd these rejoicing eyes!\n\n2 The King himself comes near,\nAnd feasts his saints to-day,\nHere we may sit, and see him here,\nAnd love, and praise, and pray.\n\n3 One day amidst the place\nWhere my dear God hath been,\nIs sweeter than ten thousand days\nOf pleasurable sin.\n\n4 My willing soul would stay\nIn such a frame as this,\nAnd sit and sing herself away\nTo everlasting bliss.\n\n\nHymn 2:15.\nThe enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in worship.\n\n1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,\nLet my religious hours alone;\nFain would my eyes my Saviour see,\nI wait a visit, Lord, from thee.\n\n2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,\nAnd kindles with a pure desire:\nCome, my dear Jesus, from above,\nAnd feed my soul with heavenly love.\n\n3 [The trees of life immortal stand\nIn flourishing rows at thy right-hand,\nAnd in sweet murmurs by their side\nRivers of bliss perpetual glide.\n\n4 Haste then, but with a smiling face,\nAnd spread the table of thy grace:\nBring down a taste of fruit divine,\nAnd cheer my heart with sacred wine.]\n\n6 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!\nHow sweet thy entertainments are!\nNever did angels taste above\nRedeeming grace, and dying love.\n\n6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine,\nIn thee thy Father's glories shine;\nThou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,\nThat eyes have seen, or angels known.\n\n\nHymn 2:16.\nPart the second.\n\n7 Lord, what a heaven of saving grace,\nShines thro' the beauties of thy face,\nAnd lights our passions to a flame!\nLord, how we love thy charming Name!\n\n8 When I can say, my God is mine,\nWhen I can feel thy glories shine,\nI tread the world beneath my feet,\nAnd all that earth calls good or great.\n\n9 While such a scene of sacred joys\nOur raptur'd eyes and souls employs,\nHere we could sit, and gaze away\nA long, an everlasting day.\n\n10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night\nTo the fair coasts of perfect light;\nThen shall our joyful senses rove\nO'er the dear object of our love.\n\n11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,\nAnd pluck new life from heavenly trees:\nYet now, and then, dear Lord, bestow\nA drop of heaven on worms below.\n\n12 Send comforts down from thy right-hand,\nWhile we pass thro' this barren land,\nAnd in thy temple let us see\nA glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]\n\n\nHymn 2:17\nGod's eternity.\n\n1 Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,\nStretch all thy thoughts abroad,\nAnd rouse up every tuneful sound\nTo praise th' eternal God.\n\n2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread\nJehovah fill'd his throne;\nOr Adam form'd, or angels made,\nThe Maker liv'd alone.\n\n3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,\nBut still maintain their prime;\nEternity's his dwelling-place,\nAnd ever is his time.\n\n4 While like a tide our minutes flow,\nThe present and the past,\nHe fills his own immortal now,\nAnd sees our ages waste.\n\n5 The sea and sky must perish too,\nAnd vast destruction come!\nThe creatures--look, how old they grow,\nAnd wait their fiery doom!\n\n6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,\nAnd flame melt down the skies,\nMy God shall live an endless day,\nWhen th' old creation dies.\n\n\nHymn 2:18.\nThe ministry of angels.\n\n1 High on a hill of dazzling light,\nThe King of Glory spreads his seat,\nAnd troops of angels stretch'd for flight,\nStand waiting round his awful feet.\n\n2 \"Go,\" saith the Lord, \"my Gabriel go,\n\"Salute the virgin's fruitful womb,[1]\n\"Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,\nSing and proclaim the Saviour come.\"\n\n3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,\nAnd thick around Elisha stands;[2]\nAnon a heavenly soldier flies,\nAnd breaks the chains from Peter's hands.[3]\n\n4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,\nWait on thy wandering church below,\nHere we are sailing to thy coasts,\nLet angels be our convoy too.\n\n5 Are they not all thy servants,[4] Lord?\nAt thy command they go and come\nWith cheerful haste obey thy word,\nAnd guard thy children to their home.\n\n[1] Luke 1:16. [2] Luke 2:13.\n[3] Acts 11:7. [4] Heb. 1:14.\n\n\nHymn 2:19.\nOur frail bodies, and God our preserver.\n\n1 Let others boast how strong they be,\nNor death, nor danger fear;\nBut we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,\nWhat feeble things we are.\n\n2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,\nAnd flourish bright and gay,\nA blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,\nAnd fades the grass away.\n\n3 Our life contains a thousand springs,\nAnd dies if one be gone;\nStrange! that a harp of thousand strings\nShould keep in tune so long.\n\n4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,\nThe God that built us first;\nSalvation to th' Almighty Name,\nThat rear'd us from the dust.\n\n5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains\nIn all their motions rose;\n\"Let blood, (said he) flow round the veins,\"\nAnd round the veins it flows.\n\n6 While we have breath, or use our tongues,\nOur Maker we'll adore;\nHis Spirit moves our heaving lungs\nOr they would breathe no more.]\n\n\nHymn 2:20.\nBackslidings and returns; or, The\ninconstancy of our love.\n\n1 Why is my heart so far from thee,\nMy God, my chief delight?\nWhy are my thoughts no more by day\nWith thee, no more by night?\n\n2 [Why should my foolish passions rove?\nWhere can such sweetness be\nAs I have tasted in thy love;\nAs I have found in thee?]\n\n3 When my forgetful soul renews\nThe savour of thy grace,\nMy heart presumes I cannot lose\nThe relish all my days.\n\n4 But ere one fleeting hour is pass'd,\nThe flattering world employs\nSome sensual bait to seize my taste,\nAnd to pollute my joys.\n\n5 [Trifles of nature or of art\nWith fair deceitful charms\nIntrude upon my thoughtless heart,\nAnd thrust thee from my arms.]\n\n6 Then I repent and vex my soul\nThat I should leave thee so,\nWhere will those wild affections roll\nThat let a Saviour go?\n\n7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain,\nAnd I am drown'd in grief;\nBut my dear Lord returns again,\nHe flies to my relief.\n\n8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise\nHe draws with loving bands;\nDivine compassion in his eyes,\nAnd pardon in his hands.]\n\n9 [Wretch that I am to wander thus\nIn chase of false delight!\nLet me be fasten'd to thy cross,\nRather than lose thy sight.]\n\n10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,\nAnd bring my heart to rest\nOn the dear centre of my soul,\nMy God, my Saviour's breast.]\n\n\nHymn 2:21.\nA song of praise to God the Redeemer.\n\n1 Let the old heathens tune their song\nOf great Diana and of Jove;\nBut the sweet theme that moves my tongue\nIs my Redeemer and his love.\n\n2 Behold a God descends and dies\nTo save my soul from gaping hell;\nHow the black gulf where Satan lies\nYawn'd to receive me when I fell!\n\n3 How justice frown'd and vengeance stood\nTo drive me down to endless pain!\nBut the great Son propos'd his blood,\nAnd heavenly wrath grew mild again.\n\n4 Infinite lover, gracious Lord,\nTo thee be endless honours given;\nThy wondrous Name shall be ador'd\nRound the wide earth, and wider heaven.\n\n\nHymn 2:22.\nWith God is terrible majesty.\n\n1 Terrible God, that reign'st on high,\nHow awful is thy thundering hand!\nThy fiery bolts how fierce they fly!\nNor can all earth or hell withstand.\n\n2 This the old rebel angels knew,\nAnd Satan fell beneath thy frown:\nThine arrows struck the traitor thro',\nAnd weighty vengeance sunk him down.\n\n3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,\nAnd roars beneath th' eternal load,\n\"With endless burnings who can dwell,\n\"Or bear the fury of a God!\"\n\n4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit,\nThrow down your arms before his throne,\nBend your heads low beneath his feet,\nOr his strong hand shall crush you down.\n\n5 And ye, blest saints, that love him too,\nWith rev'rence bow before his Name,\nThus all his heavenly servants do:\nGod is a bright and burning flame.\n\n\nHymn 2:23.\nThe sight of God and Christ in heaven.\n\n1 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,\nStoop down and take us on thy wings,\nAnd mount and bear us far above\nThe reach of these inferior things.\n\n2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,\nUp where eternal ages roll,\nWhere solid pleasures never die,\nAnd fruits immortal feast the soul.\n\n3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight\nOf our almighty Father's throne!\nThere sits our Saviour crown'd with light\nCloth'd in a body like our own.\n\n4 Adoring saints around him stand,\nAnd thrones, and powers before him fall;\nThe God shines gracious thro' the man,\nAnd sheds sweet glories on them all.\n\n5 O what amazing joys they feel\nWhile to their golden harps they sing,\nAnd sit on every heavenly hill,\nAnd spread the triumphs of their King!\n\n6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear\nThat I shall mount to dwell above,\nAnd stand and bow amongst them there,\nAnd view thy face, and sing, and love!\n\n\nHymn 2:24.\nThe evil of sin visible in the fall of angels and men.\n\n1 When the great Builder arch'd the skies,\nAnd form'd all nature with a word,\nThe joyful cherubs tun'd his praise,\nAnd every bending throne ador'd.\n\n2 High in the midst of all the throng,\nSatan, a tall archangel, sat,\nAmongst the morning stars he sung [1]\nTill sin destroy'd his heavenly state.\n\n3 ['Twas sin that hurl'd him from his throne,\nGrov'ling in fire the rebel lies:\n\"How art thou sunk in darkness down,\n\"Son of the morning, from the skies!\" [2]\n\n4 And thus our two first parents stood\nTill sin defil'd the happy place\nThey lost their garden and their God,\nAnd ruin'd all their unborn race.\n\n5 [So sprung the plague from Adam's bower,\nAnd spread destruction all abroad;\nSin, the curs'd name, that in one hour\nSpoil'd six days labour of a God.]\n\n6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief,\nThat such a foe should seize thy breast;\nFly to thy Lord for quick relief;\nO! may he slay this treacherous guest.\n\nThen to thy throne, victorious King,\nThen to thy throne our shouts shall rise,\nThine everlasting arm we sing,\nFor sin the monster bleeds and dies.\n\n[1] Job 38:7.  [2] Isaiah 14:12.\n\n\nHymn 2:25.\nComplaining of spiritual sloth.\n\n1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?\nAwake, my sluggish soul!\nNothing has half thy work to do,\nYet nothing's half so dull.\n\n2 The little ants for one poor grain\nLabour, and tug, and strive,\nYet we who have a heaven t' obtain,\nHow negligent we live!\n\n3 We for whose sake all nature stands\nAnd stars their courses move;\nWe for whose guard the angel bands\nCome flying from above;\n\n4 We for whom God the Son came down,\nAnd labour'd for our good,\nHow careless to secure that crown\nHe purchas'd with his blood!\n\n5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,\nAnd never act our parts?\nCome, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,\nAnd sit and warm our hearts.\n\n6 Then shall our active spirits move,\nUpward our souls shall rise:\nWith hands of faith and wings of love\nWe'll fly and take the prize.\n\n\nHymn 2:26.\nGod invisible.\n\n1 Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind,\nWe can't behold thy bright abode;\nO 'tis beyond a creature-mind\nTo glance a thought half-way to God.\n\n2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky\nThe great Eternal reigns alone,\nWhere neither wings nor soul can fly,\nNor angels climb the topless throne.\n\n3 The Lord of glory builds his seat\nOf gems insufferably bright,\nAnd lays beneath his sacred feet\nSubstantial beams of gloomy night.\n\n4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes\nLook thro', and cheer us from above;\nBeyond our praise thy grandeur flies,\nYet we adore, and yet we love.\n\n\nHymn 2:27.\nPraise ye him, all his angels, Psalm 148. 2.\n\n1 God! the eternal awful Name\nThat the whole heavenly army fears,\nThat shakes the wide creation's frame,\nAnd Satan trembles when he hears.\n\n2 Like flames of fire his servants are,\nAnd light surrounds his dwelling place;\nBut, O ye fiery flames, declare\nThe brighter glories of his face.\n\n3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we\nTo speak so infinite a thing,\nBut your immortal eyes survey\nThe beauties of your sovereign King.\n\n4 Tell how he shews his smiling face,\nAnd clothes all heaven in bright array;\nTriumph and joy run thro' the place,\nAnd songs eternal as the day.\n\n5 Speak, (for you feel his burning love)\nWhat zeal it spreads thro' all your frame:\nThat sacred fire dwells all above,\nFor we on earth have lost the name.\n\n6 [Sing of his power and justice too,\nThat infinite right-hand of his\nThat vanquish'd Satan and his crew,\nAnd thunder drove them down from bliss.\n\n7 [What mighty storms of poison'd darts\nWere hurl'd upon the rebels there!\nWhat deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts\nFast to the racks of long despair!]\n\n8 [Shout to your King, you heavenly host,\nYou that beheld the sinking foe;\nFirmly ye stood when they were lost;\nPraise the rich grace that kept you so.]\n\n9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies,\nLet every distant nation hear;\nAnd while you sound his lofty praise,\nLet humble mortals bow and fear.\n\n\nHymn 2:28.\nDeath and eternity.\n\n1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,\nConverse awhile with death:\nThink how a gasping mortal lies,\nAnd pants away his breath.\n\n2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down\nHis pulses faint and few,\nThen, speechless, with a doleful groan\nHe bids the world adieu.\n\n3 But, O the soul that never dies!\nAt once it leaves the clay!\nYe thoughts, pursue it where it flies,\nAnd track its wondrous way.\n\n4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,\nIt mounts triumphing there,\nOr devils plunge it down to hell\nIn infinite despair.\n\n5 And must my body faint and die?\nAnd must this soul remove?\nO for some guardian angel nigh\nTo bear it safe above!\n\n6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand\nMy naked soul I trust,\nAnd my flesh waits for thy command\nTo drop into my dust.\n\n\nHymn 2:29.\nRedemption by price and power.\n\n1 Jesus, with all thy saints above\nMy tongue would bear her part,\nWould sound aloud thy saving love,\nAnd sing thy bleeding heart.\n\n2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,\nWho bought me with his blood,\nAnd quench'd his Father's flaming sword\nIn his own vital blood:\n\n3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul\nFrom Satan's heavy chains,\nAnd sent the lion down to howl\nWhere hell and horror reigns.\n\n4 All glory to the dying Lamb,\nAnd never ceasing praise,\nWhile angels live to know his Name,\nOr saints to feel his grace.\n\n\nHymn 2:30.\nHeavenly joy on earth.\n\n1 [Come, we that love the Lord,\nAnd let our joys be known;\nJoin in a song with sweet accord,\nAnd thus surround the throne.\n\n2 The sorrows of the mind\nBe banish'd from the place!\nReligion never was design'd\nTo make our pleasures less.]\n\n3 Let those refuse to sing\nThat never knew our God,\nBut favourites of the heavenly King\nMay speak their joys abroad.\n\n4 [The God that rules on high,\nAnd thunders when he please,\nThat rides upon the stormy sky\nAnd manages the seas.]\n\n5 This awful God is ours,\nOur Father and our love,\nHe shall send down his heavenly powers\nTo carry us above.\n\n6 There we shall see his face,\nAnd never, never sin;\nThere from the rivers of his grace\nDrink endless pleasures in.\n\n7 Yes, and before we rise\nTo that immortal state,\nThe thoughts of such amazing bliss\nShould constant joys create.\n\n8 [The men of grace have found\nGlory begun below,\nCelestial fruits on earthly ground\nFrom faith and hope may grow.]\n\n9 The hill of Sion yields\nA thousand sacred sweets,\nBefore we reach the heavenly fields,\nOr walk the golden streets.\n\n10 Then let our songs abound,\nAnd every tear be dry;\nWe're marching thro' Immanuel's ground\nTo fairer worlds on high.\n\n\nHymn 2:31.\nChrist's presence makes death easy.\n\n1 Why should we start and fear to die?\nWhat timorous worms we mortals are!\nDeath is the gate of endless joy,\nAnd yet we dread to enter there.\n\n2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,\nFright our approaching souls away;\nStill we shrink back again to life,\nFond of our prison and our clay.\n\n3 O, if my Lord would come and meet,\nMy soul should stretch her wings in haste,\nFly fearless thro' death's iron gate,\nNor feel the terrors as she pass'd.\n\n4 Jesus can make a dying bed\nFeel soft as downy pillows are,\nWhile on his breast I lean my head,\nAnd breathe my life out sweetly there.\n\n\nHymn 2:32.\nFrailty and Folly.\n\n1 How short and hasty is our life!\nHow vast our souls' affairs!\nYet senseless mortals vainly strive\nTo lavish out their years.\n\n2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,\nWithout a moment's stay;\nJust like a story or a song\nWe pass our lives away.\n\n3 God from on high invites us home,\nBut we march heedless on,\nAnd ever hastening to the tomb,\nStoop downwards as we run.\n\n4 How we deserve the deepest hell\nThat slight the joys above!\nWhat chains of vengeance should we feel\nThat break such cords of love!\n\n5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace,\nAnd lift our thoughts on high,\nThat we may end this mortal race\nAnd see salvation nigh.\n\n\nHymn 2:33.\nThe blessed society in heaven.\n\n1 Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run\nThro' every heavenly street,\nAnd say, there's nought below the sun\nThat's worthy of thy feet.\n\n2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings,\nAnd tread the courts above;\nNor earth, nor all her mightiest things\nShall tempt our meanest love.]\n\n3 There on a high majestic throne\nTh' Almighty Father reigns,\nAnd sheds his glorious goodness down\nOn all the blissful plains.\n\n4 Bright like a sun the Saviour sits,\nAnd spreads eternal noon,\nNo evenings there, nor gloomy nights,\nTo want the feeble moon.\n\n5 Amidst those ever-shining skies\nBehold the sacred Dove,\nWhile banish'd sin and sorrow flies\nFrom all the realms of love.\n\n6 The glorious tenants of the place\nStand bending round the throne;\nAnd saints and seraphs sing and praise\nThe infinite Three One.\n\n7 [But O what beams of heavenly grace\nTransport them all the while!\nTen thousand smiles from Jesus' face,\nAnd love in every smile!]\n\n8 [Jesus, and when shall that dear day,\nThat joyful hour appear,\nWhen I shall leave this house of clay\nTo dwell amongst them there?]\n\n\nHymn 2:34.\nBreathing after the Holy Spirit;\nor, Fervency of devotion desired.\n\n1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,\nWith all thy quickening powers,\nKindle a flame of sacred love,\nIn these cold hearts of ours.\n\n2 Look, how we grovel here below,\nFond of these trifling toys;\nOur souls can neither fly nor go\nTo reach eternal joys.\n\n3 In vain we tune our formal songs,\nIn vain we strive to rise;\nHosannas languish on our tongues,\nAnd our devotion dies.\n\n4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie\nAt this poor dying rate?\nOur love so faint, so cold to thee,\nAnd thine to us so great?\n\n5 Come holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,\nWith all thy quickening powers;\nCome shed abroad a Saviour's love,\nAnd that shall kindle ours.\n\n\nHymn 2:35.\nPraise to God for creation and redemption.\n\n1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord,\nWho never knew thy grace,\nBut our loud songs shall still record\nThe wonders of thy praise.\n\n2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,\nAnd send them to thy throne,\nAll glory to th' united Three,\nThe undivided One.\n\n3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name)\nThat form'd us by a word,\n'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame;\nSalvation to the Lord.\n\n4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies\nRepeat the joyful sound,\nRocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice\nIn one eternal round.\n\n\nHymn 2:36.\nChrist's intercession.\n\n1 Well, the Redeemer's gone\nT' appear before our God,\nTo sprinkle o'er the flaming throne\nWith his atoning blood.\n\n2 No fiery vengeance now,\nNor burning wrath comes down;\nIf justice call for sinners' blood,\nThe Saviour shews his own.\n\n3 Before his Father's eye\nOur humble suit he moves,\nThe Father lays his thunder by,\nAnd looks, and smiles, and loves.\n\n4 Now may our joyful tongues\nOur Maker's honour sing,\nJesus the priest receives our songs,\nAnd bears them to the King.\n\n5 [We bow before his face,\nAnd sound his glories high,\n\"Hosanna to the God of grace\n\"That lays his thunder by.]\n\n6 \"On earth thy mercy reigns,\n\"And triumphs all above;\"\nBut, Lord how weak are mortal strains\nTo speak immortal love!\n\n7 [How jarring and how low\nAre all the notes we sing!\nSweet Saviour, tune our songs anew,\nAnd they shall please the King.]\n\n\nHymn 2:37.\nThe same.\n\n1 Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats\nWhere your Redeemer stays;\nKind intercessor, there he sits,\nAnd loves, and pleads, and prays.\n\n2 'Twas well, my soul he dy'd for thee,\nAnd shed his vital blood,\nAppeas'd stern justice on the tree,\nAnd then arose to God.\n\n3 Petitions now and praise may rise,\nAnd saints their offerings bring,\nThe priest with his own sacrifice\nPresents them to the King.\n\n4 [Let Papists trust what names they please,\nTheir saints and angels boast;\nWe've no such advocates as these,\nNor pray to th' heavenly host.]\n\n6 Jesus alone shall bear my cries\nUp to his Father's throne,\nHe, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,\nAnd sweetens every groan.\n\n6 [Ten thousand praises to the King,\nHosanna in the highest;\nTen thousand thanks our spirits bring\nTo God and to his Christ.]\n\n\nHymn 2:38.\nLove to God.\n\n1 Happy the heart where graces reign,\nWhere love inspires the breast;\nLove is the brightest of the train,\nAnd strengthens all the rest.\n\n9 Knowledge, alas! 'Tis all in vain,\nAnd all in vain our fear,\nOur stubborn sins will fight and reign\nIf love be absent there.\n\n\n3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet\nIn swift obedience move,\nThe devils know and tremble too,\nBut Satan cannot love.\n\n4 This is the grace that lives and sings\nWhen faith and hope shall cease,\n'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings\nIn the sweet realms of bliss.\n\n5 Before we quite forsake our clay,\nOr leave this dark abode,\nThe wings of love bear us away\nTo see our smiling God.\n\n\nHymn 2:39.\nThe shortness and misery of life.\n\n1 Our days, alas! our mortal days\nAre short and wretched too;\n\"Evil and few,\" the patriarch says, [1]\nAnd well the patriarch knew.\n\n2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound\nThat heaven allows to men,\nAnd pains and sins run thro' the round\nOf threescore years and ten.\n\n3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,\nRun on, my days, in haste;\nMoments of sin, and months of woe,\nYe cannot fly too fast.\n\n4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul,\nAnd call her to the skies,\nWhere years of long salvation roll,\nAnd glory never dies.\n\n[1] Genesis 47:9.\n\n\nHymn 2:40.\nOur comfort in the covenant made with Christ.\n\n1 Our God, how firm his promise stands,\nE'en when he hides his face!\nHe trusts in our Redeemer's hands\nHis glory and his grace.\n\n2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,\nSince Christ and we are one;\nThy God is faithful to his saints,\nIs faithful to his Son.\n\n3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd,\nAnd part of heaven possess'd;\nI praise his Name for grace receiv'd,\nAnd trust him for the rest.\n\n\nHymn 2:41.\nA sight of God mortifies us to the world.\n\n1 [Up to the fields where angels lie,\nAnd living waters gently roll,\nFain would my thoughts leap out and fly,\nBut sin hangs heavy on my soul.\n\n2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,\nCan make this load of guilt remove;\nAnd thou canst bear me where thou fly'st,\nOn thy kind wings, celestial Dove!]\n\n3 O might I once mount up and see\nThe glories of th' eternal skies,\nWhat little things these worlds would be!\nHow despicable to my eyes!\n\n4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,\nKingdoms and men would vanish soon,\nVanish, as tho' I saw them not,\nAs a dim candle dies at noon.\n\n5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,\nI should perceive the noise no more\nThan we can hear a shaking leaf,\nWhile rattling thunders round us roar.\n\n6 Great All in All, eternal King,\nLet me but view thy lovely face,\nAnd all my powers shall bow and sing\nThine endless grandeur and thy grace.\n\n\nHymn 2:42.\nDelight in God.\n\n1 My God, what endless pleasures dwell\nAbove at thy right-hand!\nThe courts below, how amiable,\nWhere all thy graces stand!\n\n2 The swallow near thy temple lies,\nAnd chirps a cheerful note;\nThe lark mounts upward to thy skies,\nAnd tunes her warbling throat:\n\n3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,\nWe shout with joyful tongues,\nOr sitting round our Father's board,\nWe crown the feast with songs.\n\n4 While Jesus shines with quickening grace,\nWe sing and mount on high;\nBut if a frown becloud his face,\nWe faint, and tire, and die.\n\n5 [Just as we see the lonesome dove\nBemoan her widow'd state,\nWandering she flies thro' all the grove,\nAnd mourns her loving mate.\n\n6 Just so our thoughts from thing to thing\nIn restless circles rove,\nJust so we drop, and hang the wing,\nWhen Jesus hides his love.]\n\n\nHymn 2:43.\nChrist's sufferings and glory.\n\n1 Now for a tune of lofty praise\nTo great Jehovah's equal Son!\nAwake, my voice, in heavenly lays,\nTell the loud wonders he hath done.\n\n2 Sing how he left the worlds of light\nAnd the bright robes he wore above,\nHow swift and joyful was his flight\nOn wings of everlasting love.\n\n3 Down to this base, this sinful earth\nHe came to raise our nature high;\nHe came t' atone almighty wrath;\nJesus the God was born to die.]\n\n4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around,\nHis precious blood the monsters spilt,\nWhile weighty sorrows press'd him down,\nLarge as the loads of all our guilt.]\n\n5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death\nTh' almighty Captive pris'ner lay;\nTh' almighty Captive left the earth,\nAnd rose to everlasting day.\n\n6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,\nUp to his throne of shining grace,\nSee what immortal glories sit\nRound the sweet beauties of his face.\n\n7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs\nJesus the God exalted reigns,\nHis sacred Name fills all their tongues\nAnd echoes thro' the heavenly plains!\n\n\nHymn 2:44.\nHell; or, The vengeance of God.\n\n1 With holy fear and humble song,\nThe dreadful God our souls adore;\nReverence and awe becomes the tongue\nThat speaks the terrors of his power.\n\n2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells,\nThe land of horror and despair,\nJustice has built a dismal hell,\nAnd laid her stores of vengeance there.\n\n3 [Eternal plagues and heavy chains,\nTormenting racks and fiery coals,\nAnd darts t' inflict immortal pains,\nDy'd in the blood of damned souls.]\n\n4 [There Satan the first sinner lies,\nAnd roars, and bites his iron bands;\nIn vain the rebel strives to rise,\nCrush'd with the weight of both thine hands.]\n\n5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race\nShriek out, and howl beneath thy rod;\nOnce they could scorn a Saviour's grace,\nBut they incens'd a dreadful God.\n\n6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son;\nSinners, obey the Saviour's call;\nElse your damnation hastens on,\nAnd hell gapes wide to wait your fall.\n\n\nHymn 2:45.\nGod's condescension to our worship.\n\n1 Thy favours Lord, surprise our souls;\nWill the Eternal dwell with us?\nWhat canst thou find beneath the poles\nTo tempt thy chariot downward thus?\n\n2 Still might he fill his starry throne,\nAnd please his ears with Gabriel's songs;\nBut th' heavenly Majesty comes down,\nAnd bows to hearken to our tongues.\n\n3 Great God, what poor returns we pay\nFor love so infinite as thine!\nWords are but air, and tongues but clay,\nBut thy compassion's all divine.\n\n\nHymn 2:46.\nGod's condescension to human affairs.\n\n1 Up to the Lord that reigns on high,\nAnd views the nations from afar,\nLet everlasting praises fly,\nAnd tell how large his bounties are.\n\n2 [He that can shake the worlds he made,\nOr with his word, or with his rod,\nHis goodness how amazing great!\nAnd what a condescending God!]\n\n3 [God that must stoop to view the skies,\nAnd how to see what angels do,\nDown to our earth he casts his eyes,\nAnd bends his footsteps downward too.]\n\n4 He over-rules all mortal things,\nAnd manages our mean affairs;\nOn humble souls the King of kings\nBestows his counsels and his cares.\n\n5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour\nInto the bosom of our God,\nHe hears us in the mournful hour,\nAnd helps us bear the heavy load.\n\n6 In vain might lofty princes try\nSuch condescension to perform;\nFor worms were never rais'd so high\nAbove their meanest fellow-worm.\n\n7 O could our thankful hearts devise\nA tribute equal to thy grace,\nTo the third heaven our songs should rise,\nAnd teach the golden harps thy praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:47.\nGlory and grace in the person of Christ.\n\n1 Now to the Lord a noble song!\nAwake, my soul, awake, my tongue;\nHosanna to th' eternal Name,\nAnd all his boundless love proclaim.\n\n2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,\nThe brightest image of his grace;\nGod, in the person of his Son,\nHas all his mightiest works outdone.\n\n3 The spacious earth and spreading flood\nProclaim the wise, the powerful God;\nAnd thy rich glories from afar\nSparkle in every rolling star.\n\n4 But in his looks a glory stands,\nThe noblest labour of thine hands:\nThe pleasing lustre of his eyes\nOutshines the wonders of the skies.\n\n5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;\nMy thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:\nYe angels, dwell upon the sound,\nYe heavens, reflect it to the ground!\n\n6 O, may I live to reach the place\nWhere he unveils his lovely face,\nWhere all his beauties you behold,\nAnd sing his Name to harps of gold!\n\n\nHymn 2:48.\nLove to the creatures is dangerous.\n\n1 How vain are all things here below!\nHow false, and yet how fair!\nEach pleasure hath its poison too,\nAnd every sweet a snare.\n\n2 The brightest things below the sky\nGive but a flattering light;\nWe should suspect some danger nigh\nWhere we possess delight.\n\n3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,\nThe partners of our blood,\nHow they divide our wavering minds,\nAnd leave but half for God!\n\n4 The fondness of a creature's love,\nHow strong it strikes the sense!\nThither the warm affections move,\nNor can we call them thence.\n\n5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be\nMy soul's eternal food;\nAnd grace command my heart away\nFrom all created good.\n\n\nHymn 2:49.\nMoses dying in the embraces of God.\n\n1 Death cannot make our souls afraid\nIf God be with us there;\nWe may walk thro' her darkest shade,\nAnd never yield to fear.\n\n2 I could renounce my all below,\nIf my Creator bid,\nAnd run, if I were call'd to go,\nAnd die as Moses did.\n\n3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,\nAnd view the promis'd land,\nMy flesh itself shall long to drop,\nAnd pray for the command.\n\n4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms\nI would forget my breath,\nAnd lose my life among the charms\nOf so divine a death.\n\n\nHymn 2:50.\nComfort under sorrows and pains.\n\n1 Now let the Lord my Saviour smile,\nAnd shew my name upon his heart,\nI would forget my pains awhile,\nAnd in the pleasure lose the smart.\n\nBut O it swells my sorrows high\nTo see my blessed Jesus frown!\nMy spirits sink, my comforts die,\nAnd all the springs of life are down.\n\n3 Yet why, my soul, why these complaints?\nStill while he frowns his bowels move;\nStill on his heart he bears his saints,\nAnd feels their sorrows and his love.\n\n4 My name is printed on his breast;\nHis book of life contains my name;\nI'd rather have it there impress'd\nThan in the bright records of fame.\n\n5 When the last fire burns all things here,\nThose letters shall securely stand,\nAnd in the Lamb's fair book appear,\nWrit by th' eternal Father's hand.\n\n6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run,\nWhil'st here I wait my Father's will;\nMy rising and my setting sun\nRoll gently up and down the hill.\n\n\nHymn 2:51.\nGod the Son equal with the Father.\n\n1 Bright King of Glory, dreadful God!\nOur spirits bow before thy seat,\nTo thee we lift an humble thought,\nAnd worship at thine awful feet.\n\n2 [Thy power hath form'd, thy wisdom sways\nAll nature with a sovereign word;\nAnd the bright world of stars obeys\nThe will of their superior Lord.]\n\n3 [Mercy and truth unite in one,\nAnd smiling sit at thy right-hand;\nEternal justice guards thy throne,\nAnd vengeance waits thy dread command.]\n\n4 A thousand seraphs strong and bright\nStand round the glorious Deity;\nBut who amongst the sons of light\nPretends comparison with thee?\n\n5 Yet there is one of human frame,\nJesus, array'd in flesh and blood,\nThinks it no robbery to claim\nA full equality with God.\n\n6 Their glory shines with equal beams;\nTheir essence is for ever one,\nTho' they are known by different names\nThe Father God, and God the Son.\n\n7 Then let the name of Christ our King\nWith equal honours be ador'd;\nHis praise let every angel sing,\nAnd all the nations own their Lord.\n\n\nHymn 2:52.\nDeath dreadful or delightful.\n\n1 Death! 'tis a melancholy day\nTo those that have no God,\nWhen the poor soul is forc'd away\nTo seek her last abode.\n\n2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes,\nBut guilt, a heavy chain,\nStill drags her downward from the skies\nTo darkness, fire, and pain.\n\n3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,\nLet stubborn sinners fear,\nYou must be driven from earth, and dwell\nA long for-ever there.\n\n4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,\nAnd flashes in your face,\nAnd thou, my soul, look downwards too,\nAnd sing recovering grace.\n\n5 He is a God of sovereign love\nThat promis'd heaven to me,\nAnd taught my thoughts to soar above,\nWhere happy spirits be.\n\n6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right-hand,\nThen come the joyful day,\nCome death, and some celestial band,\nTo bear my soul away.\n\n\nHymn 2:53.\nThe pilgrimage of the saints; or, Earth and heaven.\n\n1 Lord! what a wretched land is this\nThat yields us no supply!\nNo cheering fruits no wholesome trees,\nNor streams of living joy!\n\n2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground\nAnd mortal poisons grow,\nAnd all the rivers that are found\nWith dangerous waters flow.\n\n3 Yet the clear path to thine abode\nLies thro' this horrid land;\nLord! we would keep the heavenly road,\nAnd run at thy command.\n\n4 [Our souls shall tread the desert thro'\nWith undiverted feet;\nAnd faith and flaming zeal subdue\nThe terrors that we meet.]\n\n5 [A thousand savage beasts of prey\nAround the forest roam;\nBut Judah's lion guards the way,\nAnd guides the strangers home.]\n\n6 [Long nights and darkness dwell below,\nWith scarce a twinkling ray;\nBut the bright world to which we go\nIs everlasting day.]\n\n7 [By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears\nWe trace the sacred road,\nThro' dismal deeps and dangerous snares\nWe make our way to God.]\n\n8 Our journey is a thorny maze,\nBut we march upward still;\nForget these troubles of the ways,\nAnd reach at Zion's hill.\n\n9 [See the kind angels at the gates,\nInviting us to come;\nThere Jesus the fore-runner waits\nTo welcome travellers home.]\n\n10 There on a green and flowery mount\nOur weary souls shall sit,\nAnd with transporting joys recount\nThe labours of our feet.\n\n11 [No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,\nNor trifles vex our ear,\nInfinite grace shall be our song,\nAnd God rejoice to hear.]\n\n12 Eternal glories to the King\nThat brought us safely thro';\nOur tongues shall never cease to sing,\nAnd endless praise renew.\n\n\nHymn 2:54.\nGod's presence is light in darkness.\n\n1 My God, the spring of all my joys,\nThe life of my delights,\nThe glory of my brightest days,\nAnd comfort of my nights.\n\n2 In darkest shades if he appear,\nMy dawning is begun;\nHe is my soul's sweet morning star\nAnd he my rising sun.\n\n3 The opening heavens around me shine\nWith beams of sacred bliss,\nWhile Jesus shews his heart is mine,\nAnd whispers, \"I am his!\"\n\n4 My soul would leave this heavy clay\nAt that transporting word,\nRun up with joy the shining way\nT' embrace my dearest Lord.\n\n5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death!\nI'd break thro' every foe;\nThe wings of love, and arms of faith\nShould bear me conqueror thro'.\n\n\nHymn 2:55.\nFrail life and succeeding eternity.\n\n1 Thee we adore, eternal Name,\nAnd humbly own to thee,\nHow feeble is our mortal frame!\nWhat dying worms are we!\n\n2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still\nAs months and days increase;\nAnd every beating pulse we tell\nLeaves but the number less.\n\n3 The year rolls round, and steals away\nThe breath that first it gave;\nWhate'er we do, where'er we be,\nWe're travelling to the grave.\n\n4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground\nTo push us to the tomb,\nAnd fierce diseases wait around\nTo hurry mortals home.\n\n5 Good God! on what a slender thread\nHang everlasting things!\nTh' eternal states of all the dead\nUpon life's feeble strings.\n\n6 Infinite joy or endless woe\nAttends on every breath;\nAnd yet how unconcern'd we go\nUpon the brink of death!\n\n7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense\nTo walk this dangerous road;\nAnd if our souls are hurried hence,\nMay they be found with God!\n\n\nHymn 2:56.\nThe misery of being without God in this world; or,\nVain prosperity.\n\n1 O, I shall envy them no more\nWho grow profanely great,\nTho' they increase their golden store,\nAnd rise to wondrous height.\n\n2 They taste of all the joys that grow\nUpon this earthly clod,\nWell they may search the creature thro',\nFor they have ne'er a God.\n\n3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,\nAnd think your life your own;\nBut death comes hastening on to you\nTo mow your glory down.\n\n4 Yes, you must bow your stately head,\nAway your spirit flies,\nAnd no kind angel near your bed\nTo bear it to the skies.\n\n5 Go now, and boast of all your stores,\nAnd tell how bright you shine;\nYour heaps of glittering dust are yours,\nAnd my Redeemer's mine.\n\n\nHymn 2:57.\nThe pleasures of a good conscience.\n\n1 Lord, how secure and bless'd are they\nWho feel the joys of pardon'd sin!\nShould storms of wrath shake earth and sea,\nTheir minds have heaven and peace within.\n\n2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,\nMade up of innocence and love;\nAnd soft and silent as the shades\nTheir nightly minutes gently move.\n\n3 [Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,\nBut fly not half so fast away;\nTheir souls are ever bright as noon,\nAnd calm as summer evenings be.\n\n4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,\nWhere groves of living pleasure grow!\nAnd longing hopes and cheerful smiles\nSit undisturb'd upon their brow.]\n\n5 They scorn to seek our golden toys,\nBut spend the day and share the night\nIn numbering o'er the richer joys\nThat heaven prepares for their delight.\n\n6 While wretched we, like worms and moles,\nLie grovelling in the dust below:\nAlmighty grace, renew our souls,\nAnd we'll aspire to glory too.\n\n\nHymn 2:58\nThe shortness of life, and the goodness of God.\n\n1 Time! what an empty vapour 'tis!\nAnd days how swift they are!\nSwift as an Indian arrow flies,\nOr like a shooting star.\n\n2 [The present moments just appear,\nThen slide away in haste,\nThat we can never say, \"They're here,\"\nBut only say, \"They're past.\"]\n\n3 [Our life is ever on the wing,\nAnd death is ever nigh;\nThe moment when our lives begin\nWe all begin to die.]\n\n4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days\nThy lasting favours share,\nYet with the bounties of thy grace\nThou load'st the rolling year.\n\n5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,\nAnd we are cloth d with love;\nWhile grace stands pointing out the road\nThat leads our souls above.\n\n6 His goodness runs an endless round;\nAll glory to the Lord:\nHis mercy never knows a bound,\nAnd be his Name ador'd!\n\n7 Thus we begin the lasting song,\nAnd when we close our eyes,\nLet the next age thy praise prolong\nTill time and nature dies.\n\n\nHymn 2:59.\nParadise on earth.\n\n1 Glory to God that walks the sky,\nAnd sends his blessings thro',\nThat tells his saints of joys on high,\nAnd gives a taste below.\n\n2 [Glory to God that stoops his throne\nThat dust and worms may see't,\nAnd brings a glimpse of glory down\nAround his sacred feet.\n\n3 When Christ, with all his graces crown'd,\nSheds his kind beams abroad,\n'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground,\nAnd glory in the bud.\n\n4 A blooming paradise of joy\nIn this wild desert springs;\nAnd every sense I straight employ\nOn sweet celestial things.\n\n5 White lilies all around appear,\nAnd each his glory shows;\nThe rose of Sharon blossoms here,\nThe fairest flower that blows.\n\n6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit,\nAnd drink the pleasures down,\nPleasures that flow hard by the foot\nOf the eternal throne.]\n\n7 But ah! how soon my joys decay,\nHow soon my sins arise,\nAnd snatch the heavenly scene away\nFrom these lamenting eyes!\n\n8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when\nThe shining day appear,\nThat I shall leave those clouds of sin,\nAnd guilt and darkness here?\n\n9 Up to the fields above the skies\nMy hasty feet would go,\nThere everlasting flowers arise,\nAnd joys unwithering grow.\n\n\nHymn 2:60.\nThe truth of God the promiser; or,\nThe promises are our security.\n\n1 Praise, everlasting praise be paid\nTo him that earth's foundations laid;\nPraise to the God whose strong decrees\nSway the creation as he please.\n\n2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord\nWho rules his people by his word,\nAnd there as strong as his decrees\nHe sets his kindest promises.\n\n3 [Firm are the words his prophets give,\nSweet words on which his children live;\nEach of them is the voice of God,\nWho spoke and spread the skies abroad.\n\n4 Each of them powerful as that sound\nThat bid the new-made heavens go round;\nAnd stronger than the solid poles,\nOn which the wheel of nature rolls.]\n\n5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise,\nWhy trickling sorrows drown our eyes?\nSlowly, alas, our mind receives\nThe comforts that our Maker gives.\n\n6 O for a strong, a lasting faith\nTo credit what th' almighty saith!\nT' embrace the message of his Son,\nAnd call the joys of heaven our own.\n\n7 Then should the earth's old pillars shake,\nAnd all the wheels of nature break,\nOur steady souls should fear no more\nThan solid rocks when billows roar.\n\n8 Our everlasting hopes arise\nAbove the ruinable skies,\nWhere the eternal Builder reigns,\nAnd his own courts his power sustains.\n\n\n\nHymn 2:61.\nA thought of death and glory.\n\n1 My soul, come meditate the day,\nAnd think how near it stands,\nWhen thou must quit this house of clay,\nAnd fly to unknown lands.\n\n2 [And you, mine eyes, look down and view\nThe hollow gaping tomb,\nThis gloomy prison waits for you\nWhene'er the summons come.]\n\n3 O could we die with those that die,\nAnd place us in their stead,\nThen would our spirits learn to fly,\nAnd converse with the dead:\n\n4 Then should we see the saints above\nIn their own glorious forms,\nAnd wonder why our souls should love\nTo dwell with mortal worms.\n\n5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh,\nThese fetters and this load!\nAnd long for evening to undress,\nThat we may rest with God.]\n\n6 We should almost forsake our clay\nBefore the summons come,\nAnd pray, and wish our souls away\nTo their eternal home.\n\n\nHymn 2:62.\nGod the thunderer; or,\nThe last judgment and hell.*\n\n1 Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts,\nAnd thou, O earth, adore,\nLet death and hell thro' all their coasts,\nStand trembling at his power.\n\n2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky,\nHe makes the clouds his throne,\nThere all his stores of lightning lie,\nTill vengeance dart them down.\n\n3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams,\nAnd from his awful tongue\nA sovereign voice divides the flames,\nAnd thunder roars along.\n\n4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day\nWhen this incensed God\nShall rend the sky, and burn the sea,\nAnd fling his wrath abroad.\n\n5 What shall the wretch the sinner do?\nHe once defy'd the Lord;\nBut he shall dread the Thunderer now,\nAnd sink beneath his word.\n\n6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll\nTo blast the rebel-worm,\nAnd beat upon his naked soul\nIn one eternal storm.\n\n* Made in a great sudden storm\nof thunder, August 20, 1697.\n\n\nHymn 2:63.\nA funeral thought.\n\n1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,\nMy ears attend the cry,\n\"Ye living men, come view the ground\n\"Where you must shortly lie.\n\n2 \"Princes, this clay must be your bed,\n\"In spite of all your towers;\n\"The tall, the wise, the reverend head\n\"Must lie as low as ours.\"\n\n3 Great God, is this our certain doom?\nAnd are we still secure?\nStill walking downward to our tomb,\nAnd yet prepare no more?\n\n4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace\nTo fit our souls to fly,\nThen, when we drop this dying flesh,\nWe'll rise above the sky.\n\n\n\nHymn 2:64.\nGod the glory and defence of Sion.\n\n1 Happy the church, thou sacred place,\nThe seat of thy Creator's grace;\nThine holy courts are his abode,\nThou earthly palace of our God.\n\n2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates\nA guard of heavenly warriors waits;\nNor shall thy deep foundations move,\nFix'd on his counsels and his love.\n\n3 Thy foes in vain designs engage,\nAgainst his throne in vain they rage,\nLike rising waves, with angry roar,\nThat dash and die upon the shore.\n\n4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell,\nNor fear the wrath of Rome and hell:\nHis arms embrace this happy ground,\nLike brazen bulwarks built around.\n\n5 God is our shield, and God our sun;\nSwift as the fleeting moments run,\nOn us he sheds new beams of grace,\nAnd we reflect his brightest praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:65.\nThe hope of heaven our support under trials on earth.\n\n1 When I can read my title clear\nTo mansions in the skies,\nI bid farewell to every fear,\nAnd wipe my weeping eyes.\n\n2 Should earth against my soul engage,\nAnd hellish darts be hurl'd,\nThen I can smile at Satan's rage,\nAnd face a frowning world.\n\n3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,\nAnd storms of sorrow fall,\nMay I but safely reach my home,\nMy God, my heaven, my all.\n\n4 There shall I bathe my weary soul\nIn seas of heavenly rest,\nAnd not a wave of trouble roll\nAcross my peaceful breast.\n\n\nHymn 2:66.\nA prospect of heaven makes death easy.\n\n1 There is a land of pure delight\nWhere saints immortal reign,\nInfinite day excludes the night,\nAnd pleasures banish pain.\n\n2 There everlasting spring abides,\nAnd never withering flowers:\nDeath like a narrow sea divides\nThis heavenly land from ours.\n\n3 [Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,\nStand dress'd in living green\nSo to the Jews old Canaan stood,\nWhile Jordan roll'd between.\n\n4 But timorous mortals start and shrink\nTo cross this narrow sea,\nAnd linger shivering on the brink,\nAnd fear to launch away.]\n\n5 O! could we make our doubts remove,\nThese gloomy doubts that rise,\nAnd see the Canaan that we love,\nWith unbeclouded eyes!\n\n6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,\nAnd view the landscape o'er,\nNot Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,\nShould fright us from the shore.\n\n\nHymn 2:67.\nGod's eternal dominion.\n\n1 Great God, how infinite art thou!\nWhat worthless worms are we!\nLet the whole race of creatures bow\nAnd pay their praise to thee.\n\n2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,\nEre seas or stars were made;\nThou art the ever-living God\nWere all the nations dead.\n\n3 Nature and time quite naked lie\nTo thine immense survey,\nFrom the formation of the sky\nTo the great burning day.\n\n4 Eternity with all its years\nStands present in thy view;\nTo thee there's nothing old appears,\nGreat God, there's nothing new.\n\n5 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn,\nAnd vex'd with trifling cares;\nWhile thine eternal thought moves on\nThine undisturb'd affairs.\n\n6 Great God, how infinite art thou!\nWhat worthless worms are we!\nLet the whole race of creatures bow\nAnd pay their praise to thee.\n\n\nHymn 2:68.\nThe humble worship of heaven.\n\n1 Father, I long, I faint to see\nThe place of thine abode,\nI'd leave thy earthly courts and flee\nUp to thy seat, my God!\n\n2 Here I behold thy distant face,\nAnd 'tis a pleasing sight;\nBut to abide in thine embrace\nIs infinite delight.\n\n3 I'd part with all the joys of sense\nTo gaze upon thy throne;\nPleasure springs fresh for ever thence,\nUnspeakable, unknown.\n\n4 [There all the heavenly hosts are seen,\nIn shining ranks they move,\nAnd drink immortal vigour in,\nWith wonder and with love.\n\n5 Then at thy feet with awful fear\nTh' adoring armies fall\nWith joy they shrink to _nothing_ there,\nBefore th' Eternal All.\n\n6 There I would vie with all the host\nIn duty and in bliss,\nWhile _less than nothing_ I could boast,\nAnd _vanity_ confess.] _[1]_\n\n7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes,\nThe humbler I shall lie;\nThus while I sink, my joys shall rise\nUnmeasurably high.\n\n_[1]_ Isaiah 40:17.\n\n\nHymn 2:69.\nThe faithfulness of God in his promises.\n\n1 [Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,\nAnd speak some boundless thing,\nThe mighty works, or mightier name\nOf our eternal King.\n\n2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,\nAnd sound his power abroad,\nSing the sweet promise of his grace,\nAnd the performing God.\n\n3 Proclaim \"salvation from the Lord\n\"For wretched dying men;\"\nHis hand has writ the sacred word\nWith an immortal pen.\n\n4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass,\nThe mighty promise shines;\nNor can the powers of darkness rase\nThose everlasting lines.]\n\n5 [He that can dash whole worlds to death\nAnd make them when he please,\nHe speaks, and that almighty breath\nFulfils his great decrees.\n\n6 His very word of grace is strong\nAs that which built the skies,\nThe voice that rolls the stars along\nSpeaks all the promises.\n\n7 He said, \"Let the wide heaven be spread,\"\nAnd heaven was stretch'd abroad;\n\"Abrah'm, I'll be thy God,\" he said,\nAnd he was Abrah'm's God.\n\n8 O, might I hear thine heavenly tongue\nBut whisper, \"Thou art mine;\"\nThose gentle words should raise my song\nTo notes almost divine.\n\n9 How would my leaping heart rejoice\nAnd think my heaven secure!\nI trust the all-creating voice,\nAnd faith desires no more.]\n\n\nHymn 2:70.\nGod's dominion over the sea, Psalm 107. 23 &c.\n\n1 God of the seas, thy thundering voice\nMakes all the roaring waves rejoice,\nAnd one soft word of thy command\nCan sink them silent in the sand.\n\n2 If but a Moses wave thy rod,\nThe sea divides, and owns its God:\nThe stormy floods their Maker knew,\nAnd let his chosen armies thro'.\n\n3 The scaly flocks amidst the sea,\nTo thee, their Lord, a tribute pay;\nThe meanest fish that swims the flood\nLeaps up, and means a praise to God.\n\n4 [The larger monsters of the deep,\nOn thy commands attendance keep,\nBy thy permission sport and play,\nAnd cleave along their foaming way.\n\n5 If God his voice of tempest rears,\nLeviathan lies still and fears,\nAnon he lifts his nostrils high,\nAnd spouts the ocean to the sky.]\n\n6 How is thy glorious power ador'd,\nAmidst those watery nations, Lord!\nYet the bold men that trace the seas,\nBold men, refuse their Maker's praise.\n\n7 [What scenes of miracle they see,\nAnd never tune a song to thee!\nWhile on the flood they safely ride,\nThey curse the hand that smooths the tide.\n\n8 Anon they plunge in watery graves,\nAnd some drink death among the waves:\nYet the surviving crew blaspheme,\nNor own the God that rescu'd them.]\n\n9 O for some signal of thine hand!\nShake all the seas, Lord, shake the land,\nGreat Judge, descend, lest men deny\nThat there's a God that rules the sky.\n\n\nFrom the 70th to the 109th Hymn, I hope the\nreader will forgive the neglect of the rhyme\nin the first and third lines of the stanza.\n\n\nHymn 2:71.\nPraise to God from all creatures.\n\n1 The glories of my Maker God,\nMy joyful voice shall sing,\nAnd call the nations to adore\nTheir Former and their King.\n\n2 'Twas his right-hand that shap'd our clay,\nAnd wrought this human frame,\nBut from his own immediate breath\nOur nobler spirits came.\n\n3 We bring our mortal powers to God,\nAnd worship with our tongues:\nWe claim some kindred with the skies\nAnd join th' angelic songs.\n\n4 Let groveling beasts of every shape,\nAnd fowls of every wing,\nAnd rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,\nTheir various tribute bring.\n\n5 Ye planets, to his honour shine,\nAnd wheels of nature roll,\nPraise him in your unwearied course\nAround the steady pole.\n\n6 The brightness of our Maker's Name\nThe wide creation fills,\nAnd his unbounded grandeur flies\nBeyond the heavenly hills.\n\n\nHymn 2:72.\nThe Lord's Day; or, The resurrection of Christ.\n\n1 Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays\nBeheld our rising God,\nThat saw him triumph o'er the dust,\nAnd leave his dark abode.\n\n2 In the cold prison of a tomb,\nThe dead Redeemer lay,\nTill the revolving skies had brought\nThe third, th' appointed day.\n\n3 Hell and the grave unite their force\nTo hold our God in vain,\nThe sleeping Conqueror arose,\nAnd burst their feeble chain.\n\n4 To thy great Name, Almighty Lord,\nThese sacred hours we pay,\nAnd loud hosannas shall proclaim\nThe triumph of the day,\n\n5 [Salvation and immortal praise\nTo our victorious King,\nLet heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,\nWith glad hosannas ring.]\n\n\nHymn 2:73.\nDoubts scattered; or, Spiritual joy restored.\n\n1 Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone,\nAnd leave me to my joys,\nMy tongue shall triumph in my God,\nAnd make a joyful noise.\n\n2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,\nAnd drown'd my head in tears,\nTill sovereign grace with shining rays\nDispell'd my gloomy fears.\n\n3 O what immortal joys I felt,\nAnd raptures all divine,\nWhen Jesus told me, I was his,\nAnd my Beloved mine.\n\n4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,\nAnd breaks my peace in vain,\nOne glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face,\nRevives my joys again.\n\n\nHymn 2:74.\nRepentance from a sense of divine goodness;\nor, A complaint of ingratitude.\n\n1 Is this the kind return,\nAnd these the thanks we owe,\nThus to abuse eternal love,\nWhence all our blessings flow?\n\n2 TO what a stubborn frame\nHas sin reduc'd our mind!\nWhat strange rebellious wretches we,\nAnd God as strangely kind!\n\n3 [On us he bids the sun\nShed his reviving rays,\nFor us the skies their circles run\nTo lengthen out our days.\n\n4 The brutes obey their God,\nAnd bow their necks to men,\nBut we more base, more brutish things\nReject his easy reign.]\n\n5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,\nAnd mould our souls afresh,\nBreak, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,\nAnd give us hearts of flesh.\n\n6 Let old ingratitude\nProvoke our weeping eyes,\nAnd hourly as new mercies fall\nLet hourly thanks arise.\n\n\nHymn 2:75.\nSpiritual and eternal joys; or,\nThe beatific sight of Christ.\n\n1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise,\nAnd run eternal rounds,\nBeyond the limits of the skies\nAnd all created bounds.\n\n2 The holy triumphs of my soul\nShall death itself out-brave,\nLeave dull mortality behind,\nAnd fly beyond the grave.\n\n3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns\nIn heaven's unmeasur'd space,\nI'll spend a long eternity\nIn pleasure and in praise.\n\n4 Millions of years my wondering eyes\nShall o'er thy beauties rove,\nAnd endless ages I'll adore\nThe glories of thy love.\n\n5 [Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine\nShall fresh endearments bring,\nAnd thousand tastes of new delight\nFrom all thy graces spring.\n\n6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul\nUp to thy bless'd abode,\nFly, for my spirit longs to see\nMy Saviour and my God.\n\n\nHymn 2:76.\nThe resurrection and ascension of Christ.\n\n1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light,\nThat cloth'd himself in clay,\nEnter'd the iron gates of death,\nAnd tore the bars away.\n\n2 Death is no more the king of dread\nSince our Immanuel rose,\nHe took the tyrant's sting away,\nAnd spoil'd our hellish foes.\n\n3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,\nAnd to his Father flies,\nWith scars of honour in his flesh,\nAnd triumph in his eyes.\n\n4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,\nAnd scatters blessings down,\nOur Jesus fills the middle seat\nOf the celestial throne.\n\n5 [Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,\nTo reach his bless'd abode,\nSweet be the accents of your songs\nTo our incarnate God.\n\n6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,\nYour sweetest voices raise,\nLet heaven, and all created things,\nSound our Immanuel's praise.]\n\n\nHymn 77.\nThe Christian warfare.\n\n1 [Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,\nAnd gird the gospel-armour on,\nMarch to the gates of endless joy\nWhere thy great Captain-Saviour's gone.\n\n2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,\nBut hell and sin are vanquish'd foes,\nThy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,\nAnd sung the triumph when he rose.]\n\n3 [What tho' the prince of darkness rage,\nAnd waste the fury of his spite,\nEternal chains confine him down\nTo fiery deeps, and endless night.\n\n4 What tho' thine inward lusts rebel,\n'Tis but a struggling gasp for life\nThe weapons of victorious grace\nShall slay thy sins, and end the strife.]\n\n5 Then let my soul march boldly on,\nPress forward to the heavenly gate,\nThere peace and joy eternal reign,\nAnd glittering robes for conquerors wait.\n\n6 There shall I wear a starry crown,\nAnd triumph in almighty grace,\nWhile all the armies of the skies\nJoin in my glorious leader's praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:78.\nRedemption by Christ.\n\n1 When the first parents of our race\nRebell'd and lost their God,\nAnd the infection of their sin\nHad tainted all our blood;\n\n2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart\nOf the eternal Son,\nDescending from the heavenly court\nHe left his Father's throne.\n\n3 Aside the Prince of glory threw\nHis most divine array,\nAnd wrapt his Godhead in a veil\nOf our inferior clay.\n\n4 His living power, and dying love\nRedeem'd unhappy men,\nAnd rais'd the ruins of our race\nTo life and God again.\n\n5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul\nWe joyfully resign,\nBless'd Jesus, take us for thy own,\nFor we are doubly thine.\n\n6 Thine honour shall for ever be\nThe business of our days,\nFor ever shall our thankful tongue\nSpeak thy deserved praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:79.\nPraise to the Redeemer.\n\n1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair\nWe wretched sinners lay,\nWithout one cheerful beam of hope,\nOr spark of glimmering day.\n\n2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace\nBeheld our helpless grief,\nHe saw, and (O amazing love!)\nHe ran to our relief.\n\n3 Down from the shining seats above\nWith joyful haste he fled,\nEnter'd the grave in mortal flesh,\nAnd dwelt among the dead.\n\n4 He spoil'd the Powers of darkness thus,\nAnd brake our iron chains;\nJesus has freed our captive souls\nFrom everlasting pains.\n\n5 [In vain the baffled prince of hell\nHis cursed projects tries,\nWe that were doom'd his endless slaves,\nAre rais'd above the skies.]\n\n6 O for this love, let rocks and hills\nTheir lasting silence break,\nAnd all harmonious human tongues\nThe Saviour's praises speak.\n\n7 [Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord,\nOur souls are all on flame,\nHosanna round the spacious earth\nTo thine adored Name.\n\n8 Angels, assist our mighty joys,\nStrike all your harps of gold;\nBut when you raise your highest notes\nHis love can ne'er be told.]\n\n\nHymn 2:80.\nGod's awful power and goodness.\n\n1 O the Almighty Lord!\nHow matchless is his power!\nTremble, O earth, beneath his word,\nAnd all the heavens adore.\n\n2 Let proud imperious kings\nBow low before his throne,\nCrouch to his feet, ye haughty things,\nOr he shall tread you down.\n\n3 Above the skies he reigns,\nAnd with amazing blows\nHe deals unsufferable pains\nOn his rebellious foes.\n\n4 Yet, everlasting God,\nWe love to speak thy praise;\nThy sceptre's equal to thy rod,\nThe sceptre of thy grace.\n\n5 The arms of mighty love\nDefend our Sion well,\nAnd heavenly mercy walls us round\nFrom Babylon and hell.\n\n6 Salvation to the King\nThat sits enthron'd above;\nThus we adore the God of might,\nAnd bless the God of love.\n\n\nHymn 2:81.\nOur sin the cause of Christ's death.\n\n1 And now the scales have left mine eyes,\nNow I begin to see;\nO the curs'd deeds my sins have done!\nWhat murderous things they be!\n\n2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord,\nThat thy fair body tore?\nMonsters, that stain'd those heavenly limbs\nWith floods of purple gore?\n\n3 Was it for crimes that I had done\nMy dearest Lord was slain\nWhen justice seiz'd God's only Son,\nAnd put his soul to pain?\n\n4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace,\nI'll wound my God no more;\nHence from my heart, ye sins, be gone,\nFor Jesus I adore.\n\n5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms\nFrom grace's magazine,\nAnd I'll proclaim eternal war\nWith every darling sin.\n\n\nHymn 2:82.\nRedemption and protection from spiritual enemies.\n\n1 Arise my soul, my joyful powers,\nAnd triumph in my God,\nAwake, my voice, and loud proclaim\nHis glorious grace abroad.\n\n2 He rais'd me from the deeps of sin,\nThe gates of gaping hell,\nAnd fix'd my standing more secure\nThan 'twas before I fell.\n\n3 The arms of everlasting love\nBeneath my soul he plac'd,\nAnd on the rock of ages set\nMy slippery footsteps fast.\n\n4 The city of my bless'd abode\nIs wall'd around with grace\nSalvation for a bulwark stands\nTo shield the sacred place.\n\n5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite,\nAnd all his legions roar,\nAlmighty mercy guards my life,\nAnd bounds his raging power.\n\n6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,\nAnd tunes of pleasure sing,\nLoud hallelujahs shall address\nMy Saviour and my King.\n\n\nHymn 2:83.\nThe passion and exaltation of Christ.\n\n1 Thus saith the Ruler of the skies,\n\"Awake, my dreadful sword;\n\"Awake, my wrath and smite the man,\n\"My fellow,\" saith the Lord.\n\n2 Vengeance receiv'd the dread command,\nAnd armed down she flies,\nJesus submits t' his Father's hand,\nAnd bows his head and dies.\n\n3 But O! the wisdom and the grace\nThat join with vengeance now!\nHe dies to save our guilty race,\nAnd yet he rises too.\n\n4 A person so divine was he\nWho yielded to be slain,\nThat he could give his soul away,\nAnd take his life again.\n\n5 Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high,\nLet every nation sing,\nAnd angels sound with endless joy\nThe Saviour and the King.\n\n\nHymn 2:84.\nThe same.\n\n1 Come, all harmonious tongues,\nYour noblest music bring,\n'Tis Christ the everlasting God,\nAnd Christ the man we sing.\n\n2 Tell how he took our flesh\nTo take away our guilt,\nSing the dear drops of sacred blood\nThat hellish monsters spilt.\n\n3 [Alas, the cruel spear\nWent deep into his side,\nAnd the rich flood of purple gore\nTheir murderous weapons dy'd.]\n\n4 [The waves of swelling grief\nDid o'er his bosom roll,\nAnd mountains of almighty wrath\nLay heavy on his soul.]\n\n5 Down to the shades of death\nHe bow'd his awful head,\nYet he arose to live and reign\nWhen death itself is dead.\n\n6 No more the bloody spear,\nThe cross and nails no more;\nFor hell itself shakes at his Name,\nAnd all the heavens adore.\n\n7 There the Redeemer sits\nHigh on the Father's throne;\nThe Father lays his vengeance by,\nAnd smiles upon his Son.\n\n8 There his full glories shine\nWith uncreated rays,\nAnd bless his saints' and angels' eyes\nTo everlasting days.\n\n\nHymn 2:85.\nSufficiency of pardon.\n\n1 Why does your face, ye humble souls,\nThose mournful colours wear?\nWhat doubts are these that waste your faith,\nAnd nourish your despair?\n\n2 What tho' your numerous sins exceed\nThe stars that fill the skies,\nAnd aiming at th' eternal throne,\nLike pointed mountains rise?\n\n3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond\nThe wide creation swell,\nAnd has its curs'd foundations laid\nLow as the deeps of hell?\n\n4 See here an endless ocean flows\nOf never-failing grace,\nBehold a dying Saviour's veins\nThe sacred flood increase:\n\n5 It rises high and drowns the hills,\n'T has neither shore nor bound:\nNor if we search to find our sins,\nOur sins can ne'er be found.\n\n6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace\nThat buries all our faults,\nAnd pardoning blood that swells above\nOur follies and our thoughts.\n\n\nHymn 2:86.\nFreedom from sin and misery in heaven.\n\n1 Our sins, alas, how strong they be!\nAnd like a violent sea\nThey break our duty, Lord, to thee,\nAnd hurry us away.\n\n2 The waves of trouble how they rise!\nHow loud the tempests roar!\nBut death shall land our weary souls\nSafe on the heavenly shore.\n\n3 There to fulfil his sweet commands\nOur speedy feet shall move,\nNo sin shall clog our winged zeal,\nOr cool our burning love.\n\n4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell\nThe wonders of his grace,\nTill heavenly raptures fire our hearts,\nAnd smile in every face.\n\n5 For ever his dear sacred Name\nShall dwell upon our tongue,\nAnd Jesus and salvation be\nThe close of every song.\n\n\nHymn 2:87.\nThe divine glories above our reason.\n\n1 How wond'rous great, how glorious bright\nMust our Creator be,\nWho dwells amidst the dazzling light\nOf vast infinity!\n\n2 Our soaring spirits upward rise\nTow'rd the celestial throne,\nFain would we see the blessed Three,\nAnd the Almighty One.\n\n3 Our reason stretches all its wings,\nAnd climbs above the skies;\nBut still how far beneath thy feet\nOur groveling reason lies!\n\n4 [Lord, here we bend our humble souls,\nAnd awfully adore,\nFor the weak pinions of our mind\nCan stretch a thought no more.]\n\n5 Thy glories infinitely rise\nAbove our labouring tongue;\nIn vain the highest seraph tries\nTo form an equal song.\n\n6 [In humble notes our faith adores\nThe great mysterious King,\nWhile angels strain their nobler powers,\nAnd sweep th' immortal string.]\n\n\nHymn 2:88.\nSalvation.\n\n1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound!\n'Tis pleasure to our ears;\nA sovereign balm for every wound,\nA cordial for our fears.\n\n2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,\nAt hell's dark door we lay,\nBut we arise by grace divine\nTo see a heavenly day.\n\n3 Salvation! let the echo fly\nThe spacious earth around,\nWhile all the armies of the sky\nConspire to raise the sound.\n\n\nHymn 2:89.\nChrist's victory over Satan.\n\n1 Hosanna to our conquering King!\nThe prince of darkness flies,\nHis troops rush headlong down to hell\nLike lightning from the skies.\n\n2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar,\nAnd fright the rescu'd sheep,\nBut heavy bars confine their power\nAnd malice to the deep.\n\n3 Hosanna to our conquering King,\nAll hail, incarnate love!\nTen thousand songs and glories wait\nTo crown thy head above.\n\n4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame\nThro' the wide world shall run,\nAnd everlasting ages sing\nThe triumphs thou hast won.\n\n\nHymn 2:90.\nFaith in Christ for pardon and sanctification.\n\n1 How sad our state by nature is!\nOur sin how deep it stains!\nAnd Satan binds our captive minds\nFast in his slavish chains.\n\n2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace\nSounds from the sacred word,\n\"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,\n\"And trust upon the Lord.\"\n\n3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,\nAnd runs to this relief,\nI would believe thy promise, Lord,\nO! help my unbelief.\n\n4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood,\nIncarnate God, I fly,\nHere let me wash my spotted soul\nFrom crimes of deepest die.\n\n5 Stretch out thine arm victorious King,\nMy reigning sins subdue,\nDrive the old dragon from his seat,\nWith all his hellish crew.]\n\n6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,\nOn thy kind arms I fall:\nBe thou my strength and righteousness,\nMy Jesus, and my all.\n\n\nHymn 2:91.\nThe glory of Christ in heaven.\n\n1 O the delights, the heavenly joys,\nThe glories of the place\nWhere Jesus sheds the brightest beams\nOf his o'erflowing grace.\n\n2 Sweet majesty and awful love\nSit smiling on his brow,\nAnd all the glorious ranks above\nAt humble distance bow.\n\n3 [Princes to his imperial Name\nBend their bright sceptres down,\nDominions, thrones, and powers rejoice\nTo see him wear the crown.]\n\n4 Archangels sound his lofty praise\nThro' every heavenly street,\nAnd lay their highest honours down\nSubmissive at his feet.\n\n5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his\nThat once rude iron tore,\nHigh on a throne of light they stand,\nAnd all the saints adore.\n\n6 His head, the dear majestic head\nThat cruel thorns did wound,\nSee what immortal glories shine,\nAnd circle it around.\n\n7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man,\nWhom we unseen adore;\nBut when our eyes behold his face,\nOur hearts shall love him more.\n\n8 [Lord, how our souls are all on fire\nTo see thy bless'd abode,\nOur tongues rejoice in tunes of praise\nTo our incarnate God.\n\n9 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight,\nWe long to leave our clay,\nAnd wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,\nTo fetch our souls away.]\n\n\nHymn 2:92\nThe church saved, and her enemies disappointed.\n\nComposed the 5th of November, 1694.\n\n1 Shout to the Lord, and let our joys\nThro' the whole nation run;\nYe British skies, resound the noise\nBeyond the rising sun.\n\n2 Thee, mighty God, our souls admire,\nThee our glad voices sing,\nAnd join with the celestial choir\nTo praise th' eternal King.\n\n3 Thy power the whole creation rules,\nAnd on the starry skies\nSits smiling at the weak designs\nThine envious foes devise.\n\n4 Thy scorn derides their feeble rage,\nAnd with an awful frown\nFlings vast confusion on their plots,\nAnd shakes their Babel down.\n\n5 [Their secret fires in caverns lay,\nAnd we the sacrifice:\nBut gloomy caverns strove in vain\nTo 'scape all-searching eyes.\n\n6 Their dark designs were all reveal'd,\nTheir treasons all betray'd:\nPraise to the God that broke the snare\nTheir cursed hands had laid.]\n\n7 In vain the busy sons of hell\nStill new rebellions try,\nTheir souls shall pine with envious rage,\nAnd vex away and die.\n\n8 Almighty grace defends our land\nFrom their malicious power,\nLet Britain with united songs\nAlmighty grace adore.\n\n\nHymn 2:93.\nGod all, and in all, Psalm 73. 25.\n\n1 My God, my life, my love,\nTo thee, to thee I call,\nI cannot live if thou remove,\nFor thou art all in all.\n\n2 [Thy shining grace can cheer,\nThis dungeon where I dwell;\n'Tis paradise when thou art here;\nIf thou depart, 'tis hell.]\n\n3 [The smilings of thy face,\nHow amiable they are!\n'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,\nAnd no where else but there.]\n\n4 [To thee, and thee alone,\nThe angels owe their bliss;\nThey sit around thy gracious throne,\nAnd dwell where Jesus is.]\n\n5 [Not all the harps above\nCan make a heavenly place,\nIf God his residence remove,\nOr but conceal his face.]\n\n6 Nor earth nor all the sky\nCan one delight afford;\nNo not a drop of real joy,\nWithout thy presence, Lord.\n\n7 Thou art the sea of love,\nWhere all my pleasures roll,\nThe circle where my passions move,\nAnd centre of my soul.\n\n8 [To thee my spirits fly\nWith infinite desire;\nAnd yet how far from thee I lie!\nDear Jesus, raise me higher!]\n\n\nHymn 2:94.\nGod my only happiness, Psalm 73. 25.\n\n1 My God, my portion, and my love,\nMy everlasting all,\nI've none but thee in heaven above,\nOr on this earthly ball.\n\n2 [What empty things are all the skies,\nAnd this inferior clod!\nThere's nothing here deserves my joys,\nThere's nothing like my God.]\n\n3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun\nScatters his feeble light;\n'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon;\nIf thou withdraw, 'tis night.\n\n4 And whilst upon my restless bed,\nAmongst the shades I roll,\nIf my Redeemer shew his head\n'Tis morning with my soul.]\n\n5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends,\nAnd health, and safe abode;\nThanks to thy Name for meaner things,\nBut they are not my God.\n\n6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,\nIf once compar'd to thee;\nOr what's my safety, or my health,\nOr all my friends to me?\n\n7 Were I possessor of the earth,\nAnd call'd the stars my own\nWithout thy graces and thyself\nI were a wretch undone.\n\n8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,\nAnd grasp in all the shore,\nGrant me the visits of thy face,\nAnd I desire no more.\n\n\nHymn 2:95.\nLook on him whom they pierced, and mourn.\n\n1 Infinite grief! amazing woe!\nBehold my bleeding Lord:\nHell and the Jews conspir'd his death,\nAnd us'd the Roman sword.\n\n2 O the sharp pangs of smarting pain\nMy dear Redeemer bore,\nWhen knotty whips and ragged thorns\nHis sacred body tore!\n\n3 But knotty whips and ragged thorns\nIn vain do I accuse;\nIn vain I blame the Roman bands,\nAnd the more spiteful Jews.\n\n4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,\nHis chief tormentors were;\nEach of my crimes became a nail,\nAnd unbelief the spear.\n\n5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down\nUpon his guiltless head:\nBreak, break, my heart, O burst mine eyes!\nAnd let my sorrows bleed.\n\n6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,\nTill melting waters flow,\nAnd deep repentance drown mine eyes\nIn undissembled woe.\n\n\nHymn 2:96.\nDistinguishing love; or, Angels\npunished and men saved.\n\n1 Down headlong from their native skies\nThe rebel angels fell,\nAnd thunderbolts of flaming wrath\nPursu'd them deep to hell.\n\n2 Down from the top of earthly bliss\nRebellious man was hurl'd\nAnd Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave\nTo reach a sinking world.\n\n3 O love of infinite degree!\nUnmeasurable grace!\nMust heaven's eternal Darling die\nTo save a traitorous race?\n\n4 Must angels sink for ever down,\nAnd burn in quenchless fire,\nWhile God forsakes his shining throne\nTo raise us wretches higher?\n\n5 O for this love let earth and skies\nWith hallelujahs ring,\nAnd the full choir of human tongues\nAll hallelujah sing.\n\n\nHymn 2:97.\nThe same.\n\n1 From heaven the sinning angels fell,\nAnd wrath and darkness chain'd them down;\nBut man, vile man, forsook his bliss,\nAnd mercy lifts him to a crown.\n\n2 Amazing work of sovereign grace\nThat could distinguish rebels so!\nOur guilty treasons call'd aloud\nFor everlasting fetters too.\n\n3 To thee, to thee, Almighty Love,\nOur souls, ourselves, our all we pay:\nMillions of tongues shall sound thy praise\nOn the bright hills of heavenly day.\n\n\nHymn 2:98.\nHardness of heart complained of.\n\n1 My heart, how dreadful hard it is!\nHow heavy here it lies,\nHeavy and cold within my breast\nJust like a rock of ice!\n\n2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits\nUpon this flinty throne,\nAnd every grace lies buried deep\nBeneath this heart of stone.\n\n3 How seldom do I rise to God,\nOr taste the joys above!\nThis mountain presses down my faith,\nAnd chills my flaming love.\n\n4 When smiling mercy courts my soul\nWith all its heavenly charms,\nThis stubborn, this relentless thing\nWould thrust it from my arms.\n\n5 Against the thunders of thy word\nRebellious I have stood,\nMy heart it shakes not at the wrath\nAnd terrors of a God.\n\n6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine\nIn thine own crimson sea:\nNone but a bath of blood divine\nCan melt the flint away.\n\n\nHymn 2:99.\nThe book of God's decrees.\n\n1 Let the whole race of creatures lie\nAbas'd before their God;\nWhate'er his sovereign voice hath form'd\nHe governs with a nod.\n\n2 [Ten thousand ages ere the skies\nWere into motion brought,\nAll the long years and worlds to come\nStood present to his thought.]\n\n5 [There's not a sparrow or a worm\nBut's found in his decrees;\nHe raises monarchs to their thrones,\nAnd sinks them as he please.]\n\n4 If light attends the course I run,\n'Tis he provides those rays;\nAnd 'tis his hand that hides my sun,\nIf darkness cloud my days.\n\n5 Yet I would not be much concern'd,\nNor vainly long to see\nThe volume of his deep decrees,\nWhat months are writ for me.\n\n6 When he reveals the book of life,\nO, may I read my name\nAmongst the chosen of his love,\nThe followers of the Lamb!\n\n\nHymn 2:100.\nThe presence of Christ is the life of my soul.\n\n1 [How full of anguish is the thought,\nHow it distracts and tears my heart\nIf God, at last, my sovereign Judge,\nShould frown, and bid my soul, \"Depart!\"]\n\n2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,\nWhere shall I fly but to thy breast?\nFor I have sought no other home\nFor I have learn'd no other rest.\n\n3 I cannot live contented here,\nWithout some glimpses of thy face;\nAnd heaven without thy presence there\nWould be a dark and tiresome place.\n\n4 When earthly cares engross the day\nAnd hold my thoughts aside from thee,\nThe shining hours of cheerful light\nAre long and tedious years to me.\n\n5 And if no evening visit's paid\nBetween my Saviour and my soul,\nHow dull the night! how sad the shade!\nHow mournfully the minutes roll!\n\n6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon\nTo live, yet part with all my blood;\nTo breathe when vital air is gone,\nOr thrive and grow without my food.\n\n7 [Christ is my light, my life, my care,\nMy blessed hope, my heavenly prize,\nDearer than all my passions are,\nMy limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.\n\n8 The strings that twine about my heart,\nTortures and racks may tear them off,\nBut they can never, never part\nWith their dear hold of Christ my love.]\n\n9 [My God! and can an humble child\nThat loves thee with a flame so high,\nBe ever from thy face exil'd\nWithout the pity of thine eye?\n\n10 Impossible--For thine own hands\nHave tied my heart so fast to thee;\nAnd in thy book the promise stands,\nThat where thou art thy friends must be.\n\n\nHymn 2:101.\nThe world's three great temptations.\n\n1 When in the light of faith divine\nWe look on things below,\nHonour, and gold, and sensual joy,\nHow vain and dangerous too!\n\n2 [Honour's a puff of noisy breath;\nYet men expose their blood,\nAnd venture everlasting death\nTo gain that airy good.\n\n3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind,\nAnd feed on shining dust,\nThey rob the serpent of his food\nT' indulge a sordid lust.]\n\n4 The pleasures that allure our sense\nAre dangerous snares to souls;\nThere's but a drop of flattering sweet,\nAnd dash'd with bitter bowls.\n\n5 God is mine all-sufficient good,\nMy portion and my choice;\nIn him my vast desires are fill'd,\nAnd all my powers rejoice.\n\n6 In vain the world accosts my ear,\nAnd tempts my heart anew;\nI cannot buy your bliss so dear,\nNor part with heaven for you.\n\n\nHymn 2:102.\nA happy resurrection.\n\n1 No, I'll repine at death no more,\nBut with a cheerful gasp resign\nTo the cold dungeon of the grave\nThese dying, withering limbs of mine.\n\n2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh,\nAnd crumble all my bones to dust,\nMy God shall raise my frame anew\nAt the revival of the just.\n\n3 Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies,\nBring that delightful, dreadful day,\nCut short the hours, dear Lord, and come,\nThy lingering wheels, how long they stay!\n\n4 [Our weary spirits faint to see\nThe light of thy returning face,\nAnd hear the language of those lips\nWhere God has shed his richest grace.]\n\n5 Haste then upon the wings of love,\nRouse all the pious sleeping clay,\nThat we may join in heavenly joys,\nAnd sing the triumph of the day.\n\n\nHymn 2:103.\nChrist's commission, John 3. 16 17.\n\n1 Come happy souls, approach your God\nWith new melodious songs;\nCome, render to almighty grace\nThe tribute of your tongues.\n\n2 So strange, so boundless was the love\nThat pity'd dying men,\nThe Father sent his equal Son\nTo give them life again.\n\n3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd\nWith a revenging rod,\nNo hard commission to perform\nThe vengeance of a God.\n\n4 But all was mercy, all was mild,\nAnd wrath forsook the throne,\nWhen Christ on the kind errand came,\nAnd brought salvation down.\n\n5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,\nAnd wipe your sorrows dry;\nTrust in the mighty Saviour's Name,\nAnd you shall never die.\n\n6 See, dearest Lord our willing souls\nAccept thine offer'd grace;\nWe bless the great Redeemer's love,\nAnd give the Father praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:104.\nThe same.\n\n1 Raise your triumphant songs\nTo an immortal tune,\nLet the wide earth resound the deeds\nCelestial grace has done.\n\n2 Sing how eternal love\nIts chief beloved chose,\nAnd bid him raise our wretched race\nFrom their abyss of woes.\n\n3 His hand no thunder bears,\nNor terror clothes his brow,\nNo bolts to drive our guilty souls\nTo fiercer flames below.\n\n4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne,\nAnd wrath stood silent by,\nWhen Christ was sent with pardons down\nTo rebels doom'd to die.\n\n5 Now, sinners, dry your tears,\nLet hopeless sorrow cease;\nBow to the sceptre of his love,\nAnd take the offer'd peace.\n\n6 Lord we obey thy call;\nWe lay an humble claim\nTo the salvation thou hast brought,\nAnd love and praise thy Name.\n\n\nHymn 2:105.\nRepentance flowing from the patience of God.\n\n1 And are we wretches yet alive?\nAnd do we yet rebel?\n'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love\nThat bears us up from hell!\n\n2 The burden of our weighty guilt\nWould sink us down to flames,\nAnd threatening vengeance rolls above\nTo crush our feeble frames.\n\n3 Almighty goodness cries, \"Forbear;\"\nAnd straight the thunder stays;\nAnd dare we now provoke his wrath,\nAnd weary out his grace?\n\n4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love,\nToo long indulg'd our sin;\nOur aching hearts e'en bleed to see\nWhat rebels we have been.\n\n5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command,\nNo more will we obey;\nStretch out, O God, thy conquering hand,\nAnd drive thy foes away.\n\n\nHymn 2:106.\nRepentance at the cross.\n\n1 Oh, if my soul was form'd for woe,\nHow would I vent my sighs!\nRepentance should like rivers flow\nFrom both my streaming eyes.\n\n2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord\nHung on the cursed tree,\nAnd groan'd away a dying life,\nFor thee, my soul, for thee.\n\n3 O how I hate those lusts of mine\nThat crucify'd my God,\nThose sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh\nFast to the fatal wood!\n\n4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,\nMy heart has so decreed,\nNor will I spare the guilty things\nThat made my Saviour bleed.\n\n5 Whilst with a melting broken heart\nMy murder'd Lord I view,\nI'll raise revenge against my sins,\nAnd slay the murderers too.\n\n\nHymn 2:107.\nThe everlasting absence of God intolerable.\n\n1 That awful day will surely come,\nTh' appointed hour makes haste,\nWhen I must stand before my Judge,\nAnd pass the solemn test.\n\n2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys,\nThou sovereign of my heart,\nHow could I bear to hear thy voice\nPronounce the sound, \"Depart?\"\n\n3 [The thunder of that dismal word,\nWould so torment my ear,\n'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,\nWith most tormenting fear.]\n\n4 [What, to be banish'd from my life,\nAnd yet forbid to die!\nTo linger in eternal pain,\nYet death for ever fly!]\n\n5 O wretched state of deep despair,\nTo see my God remove,\nAnd fix my doleful station where\nI must not taste his Love.\n\n6 Jesus, I throw my arms around,\nAnd hang upon thy breast;\nWithout a gracious smile from thee\nMy spirit cannot rest.\n\n7 O tell me that my worthless name\nIs graven on thy hands;\nShew me some promise in thy book\nWhere my salvation stands!\n\n8 [Give me one kind assuring word,\nTo sink my fears again,\nAnd cheerfully my soul shall wait\nHer threescore years and ten.]\n\n\nHymn 2:108.\nAccess to the throne of grace by a Mediator.\n\n1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes\nUp to the courts above,\nAnd smile to see our Father there\nUpon a throne of love.\n\n2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,\nAnd shot devouring flame;\nOur God appear'd consuming fire,\nAnd vengeance was his name.\n\n3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood,\nThat calm'd his frowning face,\nThat sprinkled o'er the burning throne,\nAnd turn'd the wrath to grace.\n\n4 Now we may bow before his feet,\nAnd venture near the Lord;\nNo fiery cherub guards his seat,\nNor double-flaming sword.\n\n5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss\nAre open'd by the Son;\nHigh let us raise our notes of praise,\nAnd reach th' Almighty throne.\n\n6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring\nGreat Advocate on high:\nAnd glory to th' eternal King\nThat lays his fury by.\n\n\nHymn 2:109.\nThe darkness of providence.\n\n1 Lord, we adore thy vast designs,\nTh' obscure abyss of providence,\nToo deep to sound with mortal lines\nToo dark to view with feeble sense.\n\n2 Now thou array'st thine awful face\nIn angry frowns, without a smile;\nWe thro' the cloud believe thy grace,\nSecure of thy compassion still.\n\n3 Thro' seas and storms of deep distress\nWe sail by faith and not by sight;\nFaith guides us in the wilderness\nThrough all the briers and the night.\n\n4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod\nResolve to scourge us here below,\nStill we must lean upon our God,\nThine arm shall bear us safely thro'.\n\n\nHymn 2:110.\nTriumph over death in\nhope of the resurrection.\n\n1 And must this body die?\nThis mortal frame decay?\nAnd must these active limbs of mine\nLie mouldering in the clay?\n\n2 Corruption, earth and worms,\nShall but refine this flesh,\nTill my triumphant spirit comes\nTo put it on afresh.\n\n3 God my Redeemer lives,\nAnd often from the skies\nLooks down, and watches all my dust,\nTill he shall bid it rise.\n\n4 Array'd in glorious grace\nShall these vile bodies shine,\nAnd every shape and every face\nLook heavenly and divine.\n\n5 These lively hopes we owe\nTo Jesus' dying love;\nWe would adore his grace below,\nAnd sing his power above.\n\n6 Dear Lord, accept the praise\nOf these our humble songs,\nTill tunes of nobler sound we raise\nWith our immortal tongues.\n\n\nHymn 2:111.\nThanksgiving for victory; or, God's\ndominion and our deliverance.\n\n1 Zion rejoice, and Judah sing;\nThe Lord assumes his throne;\nLet Britain own the heavenly King,\nAnd make his glories known.\n\n2 The great, the wicked, and the proud,\nFrom their high seats are hurl'd;\nJehovah rides upon a cloud,\nAnd thunders thro' the world.\n\n3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills,\nDistributes mortal crowns,\nEmpires are fix'd beneath his smiles,\nAnd totter at his frowns.\n\n4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide,\nAre vanquish'd by his breath;\nAnd legions arm'd with power and pride\nDescend to watery death.\n\n5 Let tyrants make no more pretence\nTo vex our happy land;\nJehovah's Name is our defence,\nOur buckler is his hand.\n\n6 [Long may the King our Sovereign live\nTo rule us by his word;\nAnd all the honours he can give\nBe offer'd to the Lord.]\n\n\nHymn 2:112.\nAngels ministering to Christ and saints.\n\n1 Great God, to what a glorious height\nHast thou advanc'd the Lord thy Son!\nAngels, in all their robes of light,\nAre made the servants of his throne.\n\n2 Before his feet their armies wait,\nAnd swift as flames of fire they move,\nTo manage his affairs of state\nIn works of vengeance or of love.\n\n3 His orders run thro' all their hosts,\nLegions descend at his command\nTo shield and guard the British coasts,\nWhen foreign rage invades our land.\n\n4 Now they are sent to guide our feet\nUp to the gates of thine abode,\nThro' all the dangers that we meet\nIn travelling the heavenly road.\n\n5 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,\nAnd thou shall bid me rise and come,\nSend a beloved angel down\nSafe to conduct my spirit home.\n\n\nHymn 2:113.\nThe same.\n\n1 The majesty of Solomon!\nHow glorious to behold\nThe servants waiting round his throne,\nThe ivory and the gold.\n\n2 But, mighty God, thy palace shines\nWith far superior beams;\nThine angel-guards are swift as winds,\nThy ministers are flames.\n\n3 [Soon as thine only Son had made\nHis entrance on this earth,\nA shining army downward fled\nTo celebrate his birth.\n\n4 And when oppress'd with pains and fears\nOn the cold ground he lies,\nBehold a heavenly form appears\nT' allay his agonies.]\n\n5 Now to the hands of Christ our King\nAre all their legions given;\nThey wait upon his saints, and bring\nHis chosen heirs to heaven.\n\n6 Pleasure and praise run thro' their host\nTo see a sinner turn;\nThen Satan has a captive lost,\nAnd Christ a subject born.\n\n7 But there's an hour of brighter joy,\nWhen he his angels sends\nObstinate rebels to destroy,\nAnd gather in his friends.\n\n8 O! could I say, without a doubt,\nThere shall my soul be found,\nThen let the great archangel shout,\nAnd the last trumpet sound.\n\n\nHymn 2:114.\nChrist's death, victory and dominion.\n\n1 I sing my Saviour's wondrous death;\nHe conquer'd when he fell:\n_'Tis finish'd_, said his dying breath,\nAnd shook the gates of hell.\n\n2 _'Tis finish'd_, our Immanuel cries,\nThe dreadful work is done;\nHence shall his sovereign throne arise,\nHis kingdom is begun.\n\n3 His cross a sure foundation laid\nFor glory and renown,\nWhen thro' the regions of the dead\nHe pass'd to reach the crown.\n\n4 Exalted at his Father's side\nSits our victorious Lord;\nTo heaven and hell his hands divide\nThe vengeance or reward.\n\n5 The saints from his propitious eye\nAwait their several crowns,\nAnd all the sons of darkness fly\nThe terror of his frowns.\n\n\nHymn 2:115.\nGod the avenger of his saints; or, His kingdom.\n\n1 High as the heavens above the ground\nReigns the Creator God;\nWide as the whole creation's bound\nExtends his awful rod.\n\n2 Let princes of exalted state\nTo him ascribe their crown,\nRender their homage at his feet,\nAnd cast their glories down.\n\n3 Know that his kingdom is supreme,\nYour lofty thoughts are vain;\nHe calls you gods, that awful name,\nBut ye must die like men.\n\n4 Then let the sovereigns of the globe\nNot dare to vex the just;\nHe puts on vengeance like a robe,\nAnd treads the worms to dust.\n\n5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,\nAnd think on heaven with fear;\nThe meanest saint that you despise\nHas an avenger there.\n\n\nHymn 2:116.\nMercies and thanks.\n\n1 How can I sink with such a prop\nAs my eternal God,\nWho bears the earth's huge pillars up,\nAnd spreads the heavens abroad?\n\n2 How can I die while Jesus lives,\nWho rose and left the dead?\nPardon and grace my soul receives\nFrom mine exalted head.\n\n3 All that I am, and all I have\nShall be for ever thine,\nWhate'er my duty bids me give\nMy cheerful hands resign.\n\n4 Yet if I might make some reserve,\nAnd duty did not call,\nI love my God with zeal so great\nThat I should give him all.\n\n\nHymn 2:117.\nLiving and dying with God present.\n\n1 I cannot bear thine absence, Lord,\nMy life expires if thou depart;\nBe thou, my heart, still near my God,\nAnd thou, my God, be near my heart.\n\n2 I was not born for earth and sin,\nNor can I live on things so vile;\nYet I would stay my Father's time,\nAnd hope and wait for heaven a while.\n\n3 Then, dearest Lord, in thine embrace\nLet me resign my fleeting breath,\nAnd with a smile upon my face\nPass the important hour of death.\n\n\nHymn 2:118.\nThe priesthood of Christ.\n\n1 Blood has a voice to pierce the skies\n_Revenge_, the blood of Abel cries;\nBut the dear stream when Christ was slain\nSpeaks _Peace_ as loud from ev'ry vein.\n\n2 Pardon and peace from God on high,\nBehold he lays his vengeance by,\nAnd rebels that deserv'd his sword,\nBecome the favourites of the Lord.\n\n3 To Jesus let our praises rise,\nWho gave his life a sacrifice;\nNow he appears before his God,\nAnd for our pardon pleads his blood.\n\n\nHymn 2:119.\nThe holy scriptures.\n\n1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears,\nI fly to thee, my Lord,\nAnd not a glimpse of hope appears,\nBut in thy written word.\n\n2 The volume of my Father's grace\nDoes all my griefs assuage:\nHere I behold my Saviour's face\nAlmost in every page.\n\n3 [This is the field where hidden lies\nThe pearl of price unknown,\nThat merchant is divinely wise\nWho makes the pearl his own.]\n\n4 [Here consecrated water flows\nTo quench my thirst of sin;\nHere the fair tree of knowledge grows,\nNor danger dwells therein.]\n\n5 This is the Judge that ends the strife,\nWhere wit and reason fail;\nMy guide to everlasting life,\nThro' all this gloomy vale.\n\n\n6 O may thy counsels, mighty God,\nMy roving feet command;\nNor I forsake the happy road\nThat leads to thy right-hand.\n\n\nHymn 2:120.\nThe law and gospel joined in scripture.\n\n1 The Lord declares his will,\nAnd keeps the world in awe;\nAmidst the smoke on Sinai's hill\nBreaks out his fiery law.\n\n2 The Lord reveals his face,\nAnd smiling from above,\nSends down the gospel of his grace,\nTh' epistles of his love.\n\n3 These sacred words impart\nOur Maker's just commands;\nThe pity of his melting heart,\nAnd vengeance of his hands.\n\n4 [Hence we awake our fear,\nWe draw our comfort hence;\nThe arms of grace are treasur'd here,\nAnd armour of defence.\n\n5 We learn Christ crucify'd,\nAnd here behold his blood:\nAll arts and knowledges beside\nWill do us little good.]\n\n6 We read the heavenly word,\nWe take the offer'd grace,\nObey the statutes of the Lord,\nAnd trust his promises.\n\n7 In vain shall Satan rage\nAgainst a book divine;\nWhere wrath and lightning guard the page,\nWhere beams of mercy shine.\n\n\nHymn 2:121.\nThe law and gospel distinguished.\n\n1 The law commands, and makes us know\nWhat duties to our God we owe;\nBut 'tis the gospel must reveal\nWhere lies our strength to do his will.\n\n2 The law discovers guilt and sin,\nAnd shews how vile our hearts have been;\nOnly the gospel can express\nForgiving love and cleansing grace.\n\n3 What curses doth the law denounce\nAgainst the man that fails but once!\nBut in the gospel Christ appears\nPardoning the guilt of numerous years.\n\n4 My soul, no more attempt to draw\nThy life and comfort from the law,\nFly to the hope the gospel gives;\nThe man that trusts the promise lives.\n\n\nHymn 2:122.\nRetirement and meditation.\n\n1 My God, permit me not to be\nA stranger to myself and thee;\nAmidst a thousand thoughts I rove\nForgetful of my highest love.\n\n2 Why should my passions mix with earth,\nAnd thus debase my heavenly birth?\nWhy should I cleave to things below,\nAnd let my God, my Saviour go?\n\n3 Call me away from flesh and sense,\nOne sovereign word can draw me thence;\nI would obey the voice divine,\nAnd all inferior joys resign.\n\n4 Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn,\nLet noise and vanity be gone;\nIn secret silence of the mind,\nMy heaven, and there my God I find.\n\n\nHymn 2:123.\nThe benefit of public ordinances.\n\n1 Away from every mortal care,\nAway from earth our souls retreat;\nWe leave this worthless world afar,\nAnd wait and worship near thy seat.\n\n2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace\nWe see thy feet, and we adore;\nWe gaze upon thy lovely face,\nAnd learn the wonders of thy power.\n\n3 While here our various wants we mourn,\nUnited groans ascend on high,\nAnd prayer bears a quick return\nOf blessings in variety.\n\n4 [If Satan rage and sin grow strong,\nHere we receive some cheering word;\nWe gird the gospel armour on\nTo fight the battles of the Lord.\n\n5 Or if our spirit faints and dies,\n(Our conscience gall'd with inward stings)\nHere doth the righteous sun arise\nWith healing beams beneath his wings.]\n\n6 Father, my soul would still abide\nWithin thy temple, near thy side;\nBut if my feet must hence depart\nStill keep thy dwelling in my heart.\n\n\nHymn 2:124.\nMoses, Aaron, and Joshua.\n\n1 'Tis not the law of ten commands\nOn holy Sinai given,\nOr sent to men by Moses' hands,\nCan bring us safe to heaven.\n\n2 'Tis not the blood which Aaron spilt,\nNor smoke of sweetest smell,\nCan buy a pardon for our guilt,\nOr save our souls from hell.\n\n3 Aaron the priest resigns his breath\nAt God's immediate will;\nAnd in the desert yields to death\nUpon th' appointed hill.\n\n4 And thus on Jordan's yonder side\nThe tribes of Israel stand,\nWhile Moses bow'd his head and dy'd\nShort of the promis'd land.\n\n5 Israel rejoice, now Joshua * leads,\nHe'll bring your tribes to rest;\nSo far the Saviour's name exceeds\nThe ruler and the priest.\n\n* Joshua, the same with Jesus,\nand signifies a Saviour.\n\n\nHymn 2:125.\nFaith and repentance; unbelief and impenitence.\n\n1 Life and immortal joys are given\nTo those that mourn the sins they've done,\nChildren of wrath made heirs of heaven\nBy faith in God's eternal Son.\n\n2 Woe to the wretch that never felt\nThe inward pangs of pious grief,\nBut adds to all his crying guilt\nThe stubborn sin of unbelief.\n\n3 The law condemns the rebel dead,\nUnder the wrath of God he lies,\nHe seals the curse on his own head,\nAnd with a double vengeance dies.\n\n\nHymn 2:126.\nGod glorified in the gospel.\n\n1 The Lord, descending from above,\nInvites his children near,\nWhile power and truth and boundless love\nDisplay their glories here.\n\n2 Here in thy gospel's wondrous frame\nFresh wisdom we pursue;\nA thousand angels learn thy Name\nBeyond whate'er they knew.\n\n3 Thy Name is writ in fairest lines,\nThy wonders here we trace;\nWisdom thro' all the mystery shines,\nAnd shines in Jesu's face.\n\n4 The law its best obedience owes\nTo our incarnate God;\nAnd thy revenging justice shows\nIts honours in his blood.\n\n6 But still the lustre of thy grace\nOur warmer thoughts employs,\nGilds the whole scene with brighter rays,\nAnd more exalts our joys.\n\n\nHymn 2:127.\nCircumcision and baptism.\n(Written only for those\nwho practise infant baptism.)\n\n1 Thus did the sons of Abrah'm pass\nUnder the bloody seal of grace;\nThe young disciples bore the yoke,\nTill Christ the painful bondage broke.\n\n2 By milder ways doth Jesus prove\nHis Father's covenant, and his love;\nHe seals to saints his glorious grace,\nAnd not forbids their infant race.\n\n3 Their seed is sprinkled with his blood,\nTheir children set apart for God,\nHis Spirit on their offspring shed,\nLike water pour'd upon the head.\n\n4 Let every saint with cheerful voice\nIn this large covenant rejoice;\nYoung children in their early days\nShall give the God of Abrah'm praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:128.\nCorrupt nature from Adam.\n\n1 Bless'd with the joy of innocence\nAdam, our father, stood,\nTill he debas'd his soul to sense,\nAnd ate th' unlawful food.\n\n2 Now we are born a sensual race,\nTo sinful joys inclin'd;\nReason has lost its native place,\nAnd flesh enslaves the mind.\n\n3 While flesh and sense and passion reigns,\nSin is the sweetest good:\nWe fancy music in our chains,\nAnd so forget the load.\n\n4 Great God, renew our ruin'd frame,\nOur broken powers restore,\nInspire us with a heavenly flame,\nAnd flesh shall reign no more.\n\n5 Eternal Spirit, write thy law\nUpon our inward parts,\nAnd let the second Adam draw\nHis image on our hearts.\n\n\nHymn 2:129.\nWe walk by faith, not by sight.\n\n1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come\nWe walk thro' deserts dark as night;\nTill we arrive at heaven our home,\nFaith is our guide, and faith our light.\n\n2 The want of sight she well supplies,\nShe makes the pearly gates appear;\nFar into distant worlds she pries,\nAnd brings eternal glories near.\n\n3 Cheerful we tread the desert thro',\nWhile faith inspires a heavenly ray,\nTho' lions roar, and tempests blow,\nAnd rocks and dangers fill the way.\n\n4 So Abrah'm, by divine command,\nLeft his own house to walk with God;\nHis faith beheld the promis'd land,\nAnd fir'd his zeal along the road.\n\n\nHymn 2:130.\nThe new creation.\n\n1 Attend while God's exalted Son\nDoth his own glories shew;\n\"Behold I sit upon my throne\nCreating all things new.\n\n2 \"Nature and sin are pass'd away,\nAnd the old Adam dies;\n\"My hands a new foundation lay,\n\"See the new world arise.\n\n3 \"I'll be a sun of righteousness\n\"To the new-heavens I make;\n\"None but the new-born heirs of grace\n\"My glories shall partake.\"\n\n4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free\nFrom my old state of sin;\nO make my soul alive to thee,\nCreate new powers within.\n\n5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,\nAnd mould my heart afresh;\nGive me new passions, joys and fears,\nAnd turn the stone to flesh.\n\n6 Far from the regions of the dead,\nFrom sin, and earth, and hell,\nIn the new-world that grace has made\nI would for ever dwell.\n\n\nHymn 2:131.\nThe excellency of the Christian religion.\n\n1 Let everlasting glories crown\nThy head, my Saviour and my Lord;\nThy hands have brought salvation down,\nAnd writ the blessings in thy word.\n\n2 [What if we trace the globe around,\nAnd search from Britain to Japan,\nThere shall be no religion found\nSo just to God, so safe for man.]\n\n3 In vain the trembling conscience seeks\nSome solid ground to rest upon;\nWith long despair the spirit breaks,\nTill we apply to Christ alone.\n\n4 How well thy blessed truths agree!\nHow wise and holy thy commands!\nThy promises how firm they be!\nHow firm our hope and comfort stands!\n\n5 [Not the feign'd fields of heathenish bliss\nCould raise such pleasures in the mind;\nNor does the Turkish paradise\nPretend to joys so well refin'd.]\n\n6 Should all the forms that men devise\nAssault my faith with treacherous art,\nI'd call them vanity and lies\nAnd bind the gospel to my heart.\n\n\nHymn 2:132.\nThe offices of Christ.\n\n1 We bless the Prophet of the Lord,\nThat comes with truth and grace;\nJesus, thy Spirit and thy word\nShall lead us in thy ways.\n\n2 We reverence our High Priest above,\nWho offer'd up his blood,\nAnd lives to carry on his love,\nBy pleading with our God.\n\n3 We honour our exalted King,\nHow sweet are his commands!\nHe guards our souls from hell and sin\nBy his almighty hands.\n\n4 Hosanna to his glorious Name,\nWho saves by different ways;\nHis mercies lay a sovereign claim\nTo our immortal praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:133.\nThe operations of the Holy Spirit.\n\n1 Eternal Spirit! we confess\nAnd sing the wonders of thy grace;\nThy power conveys our blessings down\nFrom God the Father and the Son.\n\n2 Enlighten'd by thine heavenly ray\nOur shades and darkness turn to day;\nThine inward teachings make us know\nOur danger and our refuge too.\n\n3 Thy power and glory works within,\nAnd breaks the chains of reigning sin,\nDoth our imperious lusts subdue,\nAnd forms our wretched hearts anew.\n\n4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice,\nThy cheering words awake our joys;\nThy words allay the stormy wind,\nAnd calm the surges of the mind.\n\n\nHymn 2:134.\nCircumcision abolished.\n\n1 The promise was divinely free,\nExtensive was the grace;\n\"I will the God of Abrah'm be,\n\"And of his numerous race.\"\n\n2 He said; and with a bloody seal\nConfirm'd the words he spoke;\nLong did the Sons of Abrah'm feel\nThe sharp and painful yoke.\n\n3 Till God's own Son, descending low,\nGave his own flesh to bleed;\nAnd Gentiles taste the blessing now,\nFrom the hard bondage freed.\n\n4 The God of Abrah'm claims our praise,\nHis promises endure;\nAnd Christ the Lord in gentler ways\nMakes the salvation sure.\n\n\nHymn 2:135.\nTypes and prophecies of Christ.\n\n1 Behold the woman's promis'd seed!\nBehold the great Messiah come!\nBehold the prophets all agreed\nTo give him the superior room!\n\n2 Abrah'm the saint rejoic'd of old\nWhen visions of the Lord he saw;\nMoses the man of God foretold\nThis great fulfiller of his law.\n\n3 The types bore witness to his Name,\nObtain'd their chief design, and ceas'd;\nThe incense and the bleeding lamb,\nThe ark, the altar, and the priest.\n\n4 Predictions in abundance meet\nTo join their blessings on his head;\nJesus, we worship at thy feet,\nAnd nations own the promis'd seed.\n\n\nHymn 2:136.\nMiracles at the birth of Christ.\n\n1 The King of Glory sends his Son\nTo make his entrance on this earth!\nBehold the midnight bright as noon,\nAnd heavenly hosts declare his birth!\n\n2 About the young Redeemer's head\nWhat wonders and what glories meet!\nAn unknown star arose, and led\nThe eastern sages to his feet.\n\n3 Simeon and Anna both conspire\nThe Infant-Saviour to proclaim;\nInward they felt the sacred fire,\nAnd bless'd the babe, and own'd his Name.\n\n4 Let Jews and Greeks blaspheme aloud,\nAnd treat the holy Child with scorn;\nOur souls adore th' eternal God\nWho condescended to be born.\n\n\nHymn 2:137.\nMiracles in the life, death,\nand resurrection of Christ.\n\n1 Behold the blind their sight receive;\nBehold the dead awake and live;\nThe dumb speak wonders, and the lame\nLeap like the hart, and bless his Name.\n\n2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own\nAnd seal the mission of the Son;\nThe Father vindicates his cause,\nWhile he hangs bleeding on the cross.\n\n3 He dies; the heavens in mourning stood;\nHe rises, and appears a God;\nBehold the Lord ascending high,\nNo more to bleed, no more to die.\n\n4 Hence and for ever from my heart\nI bid my doubts and fears depart;\nAnd to those hands my soul resign\nWhich bear credentials so divine.\n\n\nHymn 2:138.\nThe power of the gospel.\n\n1 This is the word of truth and love,\nSent to the nations from above;\nJehovah here resolves to shew\nWhat his almighty grace can do.\n\n2 This remedy did wisdom find\nTo heal diseases of the mind:\nThis sovereign balm, whose virtues can\nRestore the ruin'd creature, man.\n\n3 The gospel bids the dead revive,\nSinners obey the voice, and live;\nDry bones are rais'd and cloth'd afresh,\nAnd hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh.\n\n4 [Where Satan reign'd in shades of night\nThe gospel strikes a heavenly light;\nOur lusts its wondrous power controls,\nAnd calms the rage of angry souls.]\n\n5 [Lions and beasts of savage name\nPut on the nature of the lamb;\nWhilst the wild world esteems it strange\nGaze, and admire, and hate the change.]\n\n6 May but this grace my soul renew,\nLet sinners gaze and hate me too;\nThe word that saves me does engage\nA sure defence from all their rage.\n\n\nHymn 2:139.\nThe example of Christ.\n\n1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord,\nI read my duty in thy word;\nBut in thy life the law appears\nDrawn out in living characters.\n\n2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,\nSuch deference to thy Father's will,\nSuch love, and meekness so divine,\nI would transcribe, and make them mine.\n\n3 Cold mountains and the midnight air\nWitness'd the fervor of thy prayer:\nThe desert thy temptations knew,\nThy conflict and thy victory too.\n\n4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear\nMore of thy gracious image here;\nThen God the Judge shall own my name,\nAmongst the followers of the Lamb.\n\n\nHymn 2:140.\nThe example: of Christ and the saints.\n\n1 Give me the wings of faith to rise\nWithin the veil, and see\nThe saints above, how great their joys,\nHow bright their glories be.\n\n2 Once they were mourning here below,\nAnd wet their couch with tears;\nThey wrestled hard, as we do now,\nWith sins, and doubts, and fears.\n\n3 I ask them whence their victory came,\nThey, with united breath,\nAscribe their conquest to the Lamb,\nTheir triumph to his death.\n\n4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,\n(His zeal inspir'd their breast;)\nAnd following their incarnate God\nPossess the promis'd rest.\n\n5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise\nFor his own pattern given,\nWhile the long cloud of witnesses\nShew the same path to heaven.\n\n\nHymn 2:141.\nFaith assisted by sense; or, Preaching,\nbaptism, and the Lord's Supper.\n\n1 My Saviour-God, my Sovereign-Prince\nReigns far above the skies;\nBut brings his graces down to sense,\nAnd helps my faith to rise.\n\n2 My eyes and ears shall bless his Name,\nThey read and hear his word;\nMy touch and taste shall do the same\nWhen they receive the Lord.\n\n3 Baptismal water is design'd\nTo seal his cleansing grace;\nWhile at his feast of bread and wine\nHe gives his saints a place.\n\n4 But not the waters of a flood\nCan make my flesh so clean,\nAs by his Spirit and his blood\nHe'll wash my soul from sin.\n\n5 Not choicest meats or noblest wines,\nSo much my heart refresh,\nAs when my faith goes thro' the signs,\nAnd feeds upon his flesh.\n\n6 I love the Lord, that stoops so low\nTo give his word a seal;\nBut the rich grace his hands bestow\nExceeds the figures still.\n\n\nHymn 2:142.\nFaith in Christ our sacrifice.\n\n1 Not all the blood of beasts\nOn Jewish altars slain\nCould give the guilty conscience peace,\nOr wash away the stain.\n\n2 But Christ the heavenly Lamb\nTakes all our sins away;\nA sacrifice of nobler name\nAnd richer blood than they.\n\n3 My faith would lay her hand\nOn that dear head of thine,\nWhile like a penitent I stand\nAnd there confess my sin.\n\n4 My soul looks back to see\nThe burdens thou didst bear\nWhen hanging on the cursed tree,\nAnd hopes her guilt was there.\n\n5 Believing we rejoice\nTo see the curse remove;\nWe bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,\nAnd sing his bleeding love.\n\n\nHymn 2:143.\nFlesh and spirit.\n\n1 What different powers of grace and sin\nAttend our mortal state!\nI hate the thoughts that work within,\nAnd do the works I hate.\n\n2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,\nWhile sin and Satan reign:\nNow raise my songs of triumph high,\nFor grace prevails again.\n\n3 So darkness struggles with the light\nTill perfect day arise;\nWater and fire maintain the fight\nUntil the weaker dies.\n\n4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,\nAnd vex and break my peace;\nBut I shall quit this mortal life,\nAnd sin for ever cease.\n\n\nHymn 2:144.\nThe effusion of the Spirit; or,\nThe success of the gospel.\n\n1 Great was the day, the joy was great,\nWhen the divine disciples met;\nWhilst on their heads the Spirit came,\nAnd sat like tongues of cloven flame.\n\n2 What gifts, what miracles he gave!\nAnd power to kill, and power to save!\nFurnish'd their tongues with wondrous words,\nInstead of shields, and spears, and swords.\n\n3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth\nFrom east to west, from south to north;\n\"Go, and assert your Saviour's cause,\n\"Go, spread the mystery of his cross.\"\n\n4 These weapons of the holy war,\nOf what almighty force they are\nTo make our stubborn passions bow,\nAnd lay the proudest rebel low!\n\n5 Nations, the learned and the rude,\nAre by these heavenly arms subdu'd;\nWhile Satan rages at his loss,\nAnd hates the doctrine of the cross.\n\n6 Great King of Grace, my heart subdue,\nI would be led in triumph too,\nA willing captive to my Lord,\nAnd sing the victories of his word.\n\n\nHymn 2:145.\nSight through a glass, and face to face.\n\n1 I love the windows of thy grace\nThro' which my Lord is seen,\nAnd long to meet my Saviour's face\nWithout a glass between.\n\n2 O, that the happy hour were come\nTo change my faith to sight!\nI shall behold my Lord at home\nIn a diviner light.\n\n3 Haste, my beloved, and remove\nThese interposing days:\nThen shall my passions all be love,\nAnd all my powers be praise.\n\n\nHymn 2:146.\nThe vanity of creatures;\nor, No rest on earth.\n\n1 Man has a soul of vast desires,\nHe burns within with restless fires;\nTost to and fro, his passions fly\nFrom vanity to vanity.\n\n2 In vain on earth we hope to find\nSome solid good to fill the mind,\nWe try new pleasures, but we feel\nThe inward thirst and torment still.\n\n3 So when a raging fever burns\nWe shift from side to side by turns,\nAnd 'tis a poor relief we gain\nTo change the place, but keep the pain.\n\n4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,\nThis love to vanity and dust;\nCure the vile fever of the mind,\nAnd feed our souls with joys refin'd.\n\n\nHymn 2:147.\nThe creation of the world, Gen. 1.\n\n1 \"Now let a spacious world arise,\"\nSaid the Creator-Lord:\nAt once the obedient earth and skies\nRose at his sovereign word.\n\n2 [Dark was the deep; the waters lay\nConfus'd and drown'd the land:\nHe call'd the light; the new-born day\nAttends on his command.\n\n3 He bids the clouds ascend on high;\nThe clouds ascend and bear\nA watery treasure to the sky,\nAnd float on softer air.\n\n4 The liquid element below\nWas gather'd by his hand;\nThe rolling seas together flow,\nAnd leave the solid land.\n\n5 With herbs and plants, a flowery birth,\nThe naked globe he crown'd,\nEre there was rain to bless the earth,\nOr sun to warm the ground.\n\n6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies;\nBehold the sun appears,\nThe moon and stars in order rise\nTo make our months and years,\n\n7 Out of the deep th' almighty King\nDid vital beings frame;\nThe painted fowls of every wing,\nAnd fish of every name.]\n\n8 He gave the lion and the worm\nAt once their wondrous birth;\nAnd grazing beasts of various form,\nRose from the teeming earth.\n\n9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay,\nTho' sovereign of the rest,\nDesign'd for nobler ends than they,\nWith God's own image bless'd.\n\n10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye\nThe young creation stood;\nHe saw the building from on high,\nHis word pronounc'd it good.\n\n11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands,\nThy praise shall fill my tongue;\nBut the new world of grace demands\nA more exalted song.\n\n\nHymn 2:148.\nGod reconciled in Christ.\n\n1 Dearest of all the names above\nMy Jesus, and my God,\nWho can resist thy heavenly love,\nOr trifle with thy blood?\n\n2 'Tis by the merits of thy death\nThe Father smiles again;\n'Tis by thine interceding breath\nThe Spirit dwells with men.\n\n3 Till God in human flesh I see,\nMy thoughts no comfort find;\nThe holy, just, and sacred Three\nAre terrors to my mind.\n\n4 But if Immanuel's face appear,\nMy hope, my joy, begins;\nHis Name forbids my slavish fear,\nHis grace removes my sins.\n\n5 While Jews on their own law rely,\nAnd Greeks of wisdom boast,\nI love th' incarnate mystery,\nAnd there I fix my trust.\n\n\nHymn 2:149.\nHonour to Magistrates; or,\nGovernment from God.\n\n1 Eternal Sovereign of the sky,\nAnd Lord of all below,\nWe mortals to thy majesty\nOur first obedience owe.\n\n2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme,\nAnd bless thy providence\nFor magistrates of meaner name,\nOur glory and defence.\n\n3 [The crowns of British princes shine\nWith rays above the rest,\nWhere laws and liberties combine\nTo make the nation bless'd.]\n\n4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,\nWhile virtue finds reward;\nAnd sinners perish from the land\nBy justice and the sword.\n\n5 Let Cesar's due be ever paid\nTo Cesar and his throne;\nBut consciences and souls were made\nTo be the Lord's alone.\n\n\nHymn 2:150.\nThe deceitfulness of sin.\n\n1 Sin has a thousand treacherous arts\nTo practise on the mind;\nWith flattering looks she tempts our hearts\nBut leaves a sting behind.\n\n2 With names of virtue she deceives\nThe aged and the young;\nAnd while the heedless wretch believes,\nShe makes his fetters strong.\n\n3 She pleads for all the joys she brings,\nAnd gives a fair pretence;\nBut cheats the soul of heavenly things,\nAnd chains it down to sense.\n\n4 So on a tree divinely fair\nGrew the forbidden food;\nOur mother took the poison there,\nAnd tainted all her blood.\n\n\nHymn 2:151.\nProphesy and inspiration.\n\n1 'Twas by an order from the Lord\nThe ancient prophets spoke his word;\nHis Spirit did their tongues inspire,\nAnd warm'd their hearts with heavenly fire.\n\n2 The works and wonders which they wrought\nConfirm'd the messages they brought;\nThe prophet's pen succeeds his breath\nTo save the holy words from death.\n\n3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look\nOn the dear volume of thy book;\nThere my Redeemer's face I see,\nAnd read his name who dy'd for me.\n\n4 Let the false raptures of the mind\nBe lost and vanish in the wind;\nHere I can fix my hopes secure,\nThis is thy word, and must endure.\n\n\nHymn 2:152.\nSinai and Sion, Heb. 12. 18 &c.\n\n1 Not to the terrors of the Lord,\nThe tempest, fire, and smoke,\nNot to the thunder of that word\nWhich God on Sinai spoke;\n\n2 But we are come to Sion's hill,\nThe city of our God,\nWhere milder words declare his will\nAnd spread his love abroad.\n\n3 Behold th' innumerable host\nOf angels cloth'd in light!\nBehold the spirits of the just\nWhose faith is turn'd to sight!\n\n4 Behold the bless'd assembly there,\nWhose names are writ in heaven;\nAnd God the judge of all declares\nTheir vilest sins forgiven.\n\n5 The saints on earth and all the dead\nBut one communion make;\nAll join in Christ their living head,\nAnd of his grace partake.\n\n6 In such society as this\nMy weary soul would rest:\nThe man that dwells where Jesus is,\nMust be for ever blest.\n\n\nHymn 2:153.\nThe distemper, folly, and madness of sin.\n\n1 Sin like a venomous disease\nInfects our vital blood;\nThe only balm is sovereign grace,\nAnd the physician, God.\n\n2 Our beauty and our strength are fled,\nAnd we draw near to death;\nBut Christ the Lord recalls the dead\nWith his almighty breath.\n\n3 Madness by nature reigns within,\nThe passions burn and rage;\nTill God's own Son with skill divine\nThe inward fire assuage.\n\n4 [We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,\nAnd solid good despise;\nSuch is the folly of the mind,\nTill Jesus makes us wise.\n\n5 We give our souls the wounds they feel,\nWe drink the poisonous gall,\nAnd rush with fury down to hell;\nBut heaven prevents the fall.]\n\n6 [The man possess'd amongst the tombs,\nCuts his own flesh and cries;\nHe foams, and raves, till Jesus comes,\nAnd the foul spirit flies.]\n\n\nHymn 2:154.\nSelf-righteousness insufficient.\n\n1 \"Where are the mourners, [1] (saith the Lord)\n\"That wait and tremble at my word,\n\"That walk in darkness all the day?\n\"Come, make my name your trust and stay.\n\n2 [\"No works nor duties of your own\n\"Can for the smallest sin atone;\n\"The robes [2] that nature may provide\n\"Will not your least pollutions hide.\n\n3 \"The softest couch that nature knows\n\"Can give the conscience no repose:\n\"Look to my righteousness, and live;\n\"Comfort and peace are mine to give.]\n\n4 \"Ye sons of pride that kindle coals\n\"With your own hands to warm your souls,\n\"Walk in the light of your own fire,\n\"Enjoy the sparks that ye desire.\n\n5 \"This is your portion at my hands;\n\"Hell waits you with her iron bands,\n\"Ye shall lie down in sorrow there,\n\"In death, in darkness, and despair.\"\n\n[1] Isaiah 1:10-11.  [2] Isaiah 28:20.\n\n\nHymn 2:155.\nChrist our passover.\n\n1 Lo the destroying angel flies\nTo Pharaoh's stubborn land:\nThe pride and flower of Egypt dies\nBy his vindictive hand.\n\n2 He pass'd the tents of Jacob o'er,\nNor pour'd the wrath divine;\nHe saw the blood on every door,\nAnd bless'd the peaceful sign.\n\n3 Thus th' appointed Lamb must bleed\nTo break th' Egyptian yoke;\nThus Israel is from bondage freed,\nAnd 'scapes the angel's stroke.\n\n4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too\nWith blood so rich as thine,\nJustice no longer would pursue\nThis guilty soul of mine.\n\n5 Jesus our passover was slain,\nAnd has at once procur'd\nFreedom from Satan's heavy chain,\nAnd God's avenging sword.\n\n\nHymn 2:156.\nPresumption and despair;\nor, Satan's various temptations.\n\n1 I hate the tempter and his charms,\nI hate his flattering breath;\nThe serpent takes a thousand forms\nTo cheat our souls to death.\n\n2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,\nOr kills with slavish fear;\nAnd holds us still in wide extremes,\nPresumption, or despair.\n\n3 Now he persuades, \"How easy 'tis\n\"To walk the road to heaven;\"\nAnon he swells our sins, and cries,\n\"They cannot be forgiven.\"\n\n4 [He bids young sinners, \"Yet forbear\n\"To think of God or death;\n\"For prayer and devotion are\n\"But melancholy breath.\"\n\n5 He tells the aged, \"They must die,\n\"And 'tis too late to pray;\n\"In vain for mercy now they cry,\n\"For they have lost their day.\"]\n\n6 Thus he supports his cruel throne\nBy mischief and deceit;\nAnd drags the sons of Adam down\nTo darkness and the pit.\n\n7 Almighty God, cut short his power,\nLet him in darkness dwell;\nAnd, that he vex the earth no more,\nConfine him down to hell.\n\n\nHymn 2:157.\nThe same.\n\n1 Now Satan comes with dreadful roar,\nAnd threatens to destroy;\nHe worries whom he can't devour\nWith a malicious joy.\n\n2 Ye sons of God, oppose his rage,\nResist, and he'll be gone;\nThus did our dearest Lord engage\nAnd vanquish him alone.\n\n3 Now he appears almost divine\nLike innocence and love,\nBut the old serpent lurks within\nWhen he assumes the dove.\n\n4 Fly from the false deceiver's tongue,\nYe Sons of Adam, fly;\nOur parents found the snare too strong,\nNor should the children try.\n\n\nHymn 2:158.\nFew saved; or, The almost Christian,\nthe hypocrite, and apostate.\n\n1 Broad is the road that leads to death,\nAnd thousands walk together there;\nBut wisdom shews a narrower path,\nWith here and there a traveller.\n\n2 \"Deny thyself, and take thy cross,\"\nIs the Redeemer's great command;\nNature must count her gold but dross\nIf she would gain this heavenly land.\n\n3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,\nAnd walks the ways of God no more,\nIs but esteem'd almost a saint,\nAnd makes his own destruction sure.\n\n4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;\nCreate my heart entirely new,\nWhich hypocrites could ne'er attain,\nWhich false apostates never knew.\n\n\nHymn 2:159.\nAn unconverted state;\nor, Converting grace.\n\n1 [Great King of Glory and of grace,\nWe own with humble shame,\nHow vile is our degenerate race,\nAnd our first father's name.]\n\n2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,\nThe poison reigns within,\nMakes us averse to all that's good,\nAnd willing slaves to sin.\n\n3 [Daily we break thy holy laws,\nAnd then reject thy grace;\nEngag'd in the old serpent's cause\nAgainst our Maker's face.]\n\n4 We live estrang'd afar from God,\nAnd love the distance well;\nWith haste we run the dangerous road\nThat leads to death and hell.\n\n5 And can such rebels be restor'd?\nSuch natures made divine?\nLet sinners see thy glory, Lord,\nAnd feel this power of thine.\n\n6 We raise our Father's name on high,\nWho his own Spirit sends\nTo bring rebellious strangers nigh,\nAnd turn his foes to friends.\n\n\nHymn 2:160.\nCustom in sin.\n\n1 Let the wild leopards of the wood\nPut off the spots that nature gives,\nThen may the wicked turn to God,\nAnd change their tempers and their lives.\n\n2 As well might Ethiopian slaves\nWash out the darkness of their skin;\nThe dead as well might leave their graves,\nAs old transgressors cease to sin.\n\n3 Where vice has held its empire long\n'Twill not endure the least control;\nNone but a power divinely strong\nCan turn the current of the soul.\n\n4 Great God, I own thy power divine,\nThat works to change this heart of mine;\nI would be form'd anew, and bless\nThe wonders of creating grace.\n\n\nHymn 2:161.\nChristian virtues; or, The\ndifficulty of conversion.\n\n1 Strait is the way, the door is strait\nThat leads to joys on high;\n'Tis but a few that find the gate,\nWhile crowds mistake and die.\n\n2 Beloved self must be deny'd,\nThe mind and will renew'd:\nPassion suppress'd, and patience try'd,\nAnd vain desires subdu'd.\n\n3 [Flesh is a dangerous foe to grace,\nWhere it prevails and rules;\nFlesh must be humbled, pride abas'd,\nLest they destroy our souls.\n\n4 The love of gold be banish'd hence,\n(That vile idolatry);\nAnd every member, every sense\nIn sweet subjection lie.]\n\n5 The tongue, that most unruly power,\nRequires a strong restraint;\nWe must be watchful every hour,\nAnd pray, but never faint.\n\n6 Lord, can a feeble helpless worm\nFulfil a task so hard?\nThy grace must all my work perform,\nAnd give the free reward.\n\n\nHymn 2:162\nMeditation of heaven;\nor, The joy of faith.\n\n1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies\nAnd look within the veil;\nThere springs of endless pleasure rise,\nThe waters never fail.\n\n2 There I behold with sweet delight\nThe blessed Three in One;\nAnd strong affections fix my sight\nOn God's incarnate Son.\n\n3 His promise stands for ever firm,\nHis grace shall ne'er depart;\nHe binds my name upon his arm,\nAnd seals it on his heart.\n\n4 Light are the pains that' nature brings,\nHow short our sorrows are,\nWhen with eternal future things,\nThe present we compare!\n\n5 I would not be a stranger still\nTo that celestial place,\nWhere I for ever hope to dwell\nNear my Redeemer's face.\n\n\nHymn 2:163.\nComplaint of desertion and temptations.\n\n1 Dear Lord, behold our sore distress;\nOur sins attempt to reign;\nStretch out thine arm of conquering grace,\nAnd let thy foes be slain.\n\n2 [The lion with his dreadful roar\nAffrights thy feeble sheep;\nReveal the glory of thy power,\nAnd chain him to the deep.\n\n3 Must we indulge a long despair,\nShall our petitions die;\nOur mournings never reach thine ear,\nNor tears affect thine eye?]\n\n4 If thou despise a mortal groan,\nYet hear a Saviour's blood;\nAn Advocate so near the throne\nPleads and prevails with God.\n\n5 He bought the Spirit's powerful sword\nTo slay our deadly foes;\nOur sins shall die beneath thy word,\nAnd hell in vain oppose.\n\n6 How boundless is our Father's grace,\nIn height and depth, and length!\nHe makes his Son our righteousness,\nHis Spirit is our strength.\n\n\nHymn 2:164.\nThe end of the world.\n\n1 Why should this earth delight us so?\nWhy should we fix our eyes\nOn these low grounds where sorrows grow,\nAnd every pleasure dies?\n\n2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares\nOur comforts to devour,\nThere is a land above the stars,\nAnd joys above his power.\n\n3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,\nThe sun must end his race,\nThe earth and sea for ever fly\nBefore my Saviour's face.\n\n4 When will that glorious morning rise!\nWhen the last trumpet sound,\nAnd call the nations to the skies\nFrom underneath the ground?\n\n\nHymn 2:165.\nUnfruitfulness, ignorance,\nand unsanctified affections.\n\n1 Long have I sat beneath the sound\nOf thy salvation, Lord\nBut still how weak my faith is found,\nAnd knowledge of thy word!\n\n2 Oft I frequent thy holy place\nAnd hear almost in vain;\nHow small a portion of thy grace\nMy memory can retain!\n\n3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,\nHow little art thou known\nBy all the judgments of thy rod,\nAnd blessings of thy throne!]\n\n4 [How cold and feeble is my love!\nHow negligent my fear!\nHow low my hope of joys above!\nHow few affections there!]\n\n5 Great God, thy sovereign power impart\nTo give thy word success:\nWrite the salvation in my heart,\nAnd make me learn the grace.\n\n6 [Shew my forgetful feet the way\nThat leads to joys on high;\nThere knowledge grows without decay,\nAnd love shall never die.]\n\n\nHymn 2:166.\nThe divine perfections.\n\n1 How shall I praise th' eternal God,\nThat infinite unknown?\nWho can ascend his high abode,\nOr venture near his throne?\n\n2 [The great Invisible! he dwells\nConceal'd in dazzling light;\nBut his all-searching eye reveals\nThe secrets of the night.\n\n3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep\nSurvey the world around;\nHis wisdom is a boundless deep\nWhere all our thoughts are drown'd.]\n\n4 [Speak we of strength? His arm is strong\nTo save or to destroy:\nInfinite years his life prolong,\nAnd endless is his joy.]\n\n5 [He knows no shadow of a change,\nNor alters his decrees;\nFirm as a rock his truth remains\nTo guard his promises.]\n\n6 [Sinners before his presence die;\nHow holy is his Name!\nHis anger and his jealousy\nBurn like devouring flame.]\n\n7 Justice upon a dreadful throne\nMaintains the rights of God;\nWhile Mercy sends her pardons down,\nBought with a Saviour's blood.\n\n8 Now to my soul, immortal King,\nSpeak some forgiving word;\nThen 't will be double joy to sing\nThe glories of my Lord.\n\n\nHymn 2:167.\nThe divine perfections.\n\n1 Great God, thy glories shall employ\nMy holy fear, my humble joy;\nMy lips in songs of honour bring\nTheir tribute to th' eternal King.\n\n[2 Earth and the stars and worlds unknown,\nDepend precarious on his throne,\nAll nature hangs upon his word,\nAnd grace and glory own their Lord.]\n\n3 [His sovereign power what mortal knows?\nIf he command who dares oppose?\nWith strength he girds himself around,\nAnd treads the rebels to the ground.]\n\n4 [Who shall pretend to teach him skill?\nOr guide the counsels of his will?\nHis wisdom like a sea divine,\nFlows deep and high beyond our line.]\n\n5 [His Name is holy, and his eye\nBurns with immortal jealousy;\nHe hates the sons of pride, and sheds\nHis fiery vengeance on their heads.]\n\n6 [The beamings of his piercing sight\nBring dark hypocrisy to light;\nDeath and destruction naked lie,\nAnd hell uncover'd to his eye.]\n\n7 [Th' eternal law before him stands;\nHis justice with impartial hands\nDivides to all their due reward,\nOr by the sceptre or the sword.]\n\n8 [His mercy like a boundless sea\nWashes our loads of guilt away,\nWhile his own Son came down and dy'd,\nT' engage his justice on our side.]\n\n9 [Each of his words demands my faith,\nMy soul can rest on all he saith;\nHis truth inviolably keeps\nThe largest promise of his lips.]\n\n10 O tell me with a gentle voice,\n\"Thou art my God,\" and I'll rejoice!\nFill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim\nThe brightest honours of thy Name.\n\n\nHymn 2:168.\nThe same.\n\n1 Jehovah reigns, his throne is high,\nHis robes are light and majesty;\nHis glory shines with beams so bright\nNo mortal can sustain the sight.\n\n2 His terrors keep the world in awe,\nHis justice guards his holy law;\nHis love reveals a smiling face,\nHis truth and promise seal the grace.\n\n3 Thro' all his works his wisdom shines,\nAnd baffles Satan's deep designs;\nHis power is sovereign to fulfil\nThe noblest counsels of his will.\n\n4 And will this glorious Lord descend\nTo be my father and my friend?\nThen let my songs with angels join;\nHeaven is secure if God be mine.\n\n\nHymn 2:169. As the 148th Psalm.\nThe same.\n\n1 The Lord Jehovah reigns\nHis throne is built on high;\nThe garments he assumes\nAre light and majesty;\nHis glories shine\nWith beams so bright\nNo mortal eye\nCan bear the sight.\n\n2 The thunders of his hand\nKeep the wide world in awe;\nHis wrath and justice stand\nTo guard his holy law;\nAnd where his love\nResolves to bless,\nHis truth confirms\nAnd seals the grace.\n\n3 Thro' all his ancient works\nSurprising wisdom shines,\nConfounds the powers of hell,\nAnd breaks their curs'd designs:\nStrong is his arm,\nAnd shall fulfil\nHis great decrees,\nHis sovereign will.\n\n4 And can this mighty King\nOf Glory condescend?\nAnd will he write his Name,\n\"My Father and my Friend?\"\nI love his Name,\nI love his word;\nJoin all my powers,\nAnd praise the Lord.\n\n\nHymn 2:170.\nGod incomprehensible and sovereign.\n\n1 Can creatures to perfection find [1]\nTh' eternal uncreated mind?\nOr can the largest stretch of thought\nMeasure and search his nature out?\n\n2 'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell,\nAnd what can mortals know or tell?\nHis glory spreads beyond the sky,\nAnd all the shining worlds on high.\n\n3 But man, vain man, would fain be wise,\nBorn like a wild young colt he flies\nThro' all the follies of his mind,\nAnd swells and snuffs the empty wind.\n\n4 God is a King of power unknown,\nFirm are the orders of his throne;\nIf he resolve, who dares oppose,\nOr ask him why, or what he does?\n\n5 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole;\nHe calms the tempest of the soul;\nWhen he shuts up in long despair\nWho can remove the heavy bar?\n\n6 He frowns, [2] and darkness veils the moon;\nThe fainting sun grows dim at noon;\nThe pillars [3] of heaven's starry roof\nTremble and start at his reproof.\n\n7 He gave the vaulted heaven its form,\nThe crooked serpent and the worm;\nHe breaks the billows with his breath,\nAnd smites the Sons of pride to death.\n\n8 These are a portion of his ways,\nBut who shall dare describe his face?\nWho can endure his light, or stand\nTo hear the thunders of his hand?\n\n[1] Job 11:7 &c.  [2] Job 25:5.\n[3] Job 26:11 &c.\n\n\nEnd of the Second Book.\n\n\n\nHymns.\n\nBook 3.\n\nPrepared for the Lord's Supper.\n\n\nHymn 3:1.\nThe Lord's Supper instituted,\n1 Corinthians 11:23 &c.\n\n1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night\nWhen powers of earth and hell arose\nAgainst the Son of God's delight,\nAnd friends betray'd him to his foes;\n\n2 Before the mournful scene began\nHe took the bread, and bless'd, and brake:\nWhat love thro' all his actions ran!\nWhat wondrous words of grace he spake!\n3 \"This is my body broke for sin,\n\"Receive and eat the living food:\"\nThen took the cup, and bless'd the wine;\n\"'Tis the new covenant in my blood.\"\n\n4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn,\nHe bore the scourge, he felt the thorn;\nAnd justice pour'd upon his head\nIts heavy vengeance in our stead.\n\n5 For us his vital blood was spilt,\nTo buy the pardon of our guilt,\nWhen for black crimes of biggest size\nHe gave his soul a sacrifice.]\n\n6 \"Do this, (he cry'd) till time shall end,\n\"In memory of your dying Friend;\n\"Meet at my table, and record\n\"The love of your departed Lord.\"\n\n7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,\nWe shew thy death, we sing thy Name,\nTill thou return, and we shall eat\nThe marriage-supper of the Lamb.]\n\n\nHymn 3:2.\nCommunion with Christ, and with saints,\n1 Cor. 10. 16 17.\n\n1 [Jesus invites his saints\nTo meet around his board;\nHere pardon'd rebels sit, and hold\nCommunion with their Lord.\n\n2 For food he gives his flesh,\nHe bids us drink his blood,\nAmazing favour! matchless grace\nOf our descending God!]\n\n3 This holy bread and wine\nMaintains our fainting breath,\nBy union with our living Lord,\nAnd interest in his death.\n\n4 Our heavenly Father calls\nChrist and his members one;\nWe the young children of his love,\nAnd he the first-born Son.\n\n5 We are but several parts\nOf the same broken bread;\nOne body hath its several limbs,\nBut Jesus is the head.\n\n6 Let all our powers be join'd\nHis glorious Name to raise;\nPleasure and love fill every mind,\nAnd every voice be praise.\n\n\nHymn 3:3.\nThe new testament in the blood of\nChrist; or, The new covenant sealed.\n\n1 \"The promise of my Father's love\n\"Shall stand for ever good;\"\nHe said, and gave his soul to death,\nAnd seal'd the grace with blood.\n\n2 To this dear covenant of thy word\nI set my worthless name;\nI seal th' engagement to my Lord,\nAnd make my humble claim.\n\n3 Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace,\nAnd glory shall be mine;\nMy life and soul, my heart and flesh,\nAnd all my powers are thine.\n\n4 I call that legacy my own\nWhich Jesus did bequeath;\n'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan,\nAnd ratify'd in death.\n\n5 Sweet is the memory of his Name,\nWho bless'd us in his will,\nAnd to his testament of love\nMade his own life the seal.\n\n\nHymn 3:4.\nChrist's dying love; or, Our\npardon bought at a dear price.\n\n1 How condescending and how kind\nWas God's eternal Son!\nOur misery reach'd his heavenly mind,\nAnd pity brought him down.\n\n2 [When Justice by our sins provok'd\nDrew forth its dreadful sword,\nHe gave his soul up to the stroke,\nWithout a murmuring word.]\n\n3 [He sunk beneath our heavy woes\nTo raise us to his throne;\nThere's ne'er a gift his hand bestows\nBut cost his heart a groan.]\n\n4 This was compassion like a God,\nThat when the Saviour knew\nThe price of pardon was his blood,\nHis pity ne'er withdrew.\n\n5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high,\nHis love is still as great:\nWell he remembers Calvary,\nNor lets his saints forget.\n\n6 [Here we behold his bowels roll,\nAs kind as when he dy'd;\nAnd see the sorrows of his soul\nBleed thro' his wounded side.]\n\n7 [Here we receive repeated seals\nOf Jesus' dying love:\nHard is the wretch that never feels\nOne soft affection move.]\n\n8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,\nWhile we his death record,\nAnd with our joy for pardon'd guilt\nMourn that we pierc'd the Lord.\n\n\nHymn 3:5.\nChrist the bread of life, John 6. 31 35 39.\n\n1 Let us adore th' eternal Word,\n'Tis he our souls hath fed;\nThou art our living stream, O Lord,\nAnd thou th' immortal bread.\n\n2 [The manna came from lower skies,\nBut Jesus from above,\nWhere the fresh springs of pleasure rise\nAnd rivers flow with love.\n\n3 The Jews the fathers dy'd at last,\nWho ate that heavenly bread;\nBut these provisions which we taste\nCan raise us from the dead.]\n\n4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh\nTo nourish dying men;\nAnd often spreads his table fresh,\nLest we should faint again.\n\n5 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath\nWhile Jesus finds supplies;\nNor shall our graces sink to death,\nFor Jesus never dies.\n\n6 [Daily our mortal flesh decays,\nBut Christ our life shall come;\nHis unresisted power shall raise\nOur bodies from the tomb.]\n\n\nHymn 3:6.\nThe memorial of our absent Lord,\nJohn 16. 16. Luke 22. 19. John 14. 3.\n\n1 Jesus is gone above the skies,\nWhere our weak senses reach him not\nAnd carnal objects court our eyes\nTo thrust our Saviour from our thought.\n\n2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,\nApt to forget his lovely face;\nAnd to refresh our minds he gave\nThese kind memorials of his grace.\n\n3 The Lord of life this table spread\nWith his own flesh and dying blood;\nWe on the rich provision feed,\nAnd taste the wine, and bless the God.\n\n4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,\nAnd earth grow less in our esteem;\nChrist and his love fill every thought,\nAnd faith and hope be fix'd on him.\n\n5 While he is absent from our sight\n'Tis to prepare our souls a place,\nThat we may dwell in heavenly light,\nAnd live for ever near his face.\n\n6 Our eyes look upwards to the hills\nWhence our returning Lord shall come;\nWe wait thy chariot's awful wheels\nTo fetch our longing spirits home.]\n\n\nHymn 3:7.\nCrucifixion to the world by the\ncross of Christ, Gal. 6. 14.\n\n1 When I survey the wondrous cross\nOn which the Prince of Glory dy'd,\nMy richest gain I count but loss,\nAnd pour contempt on all my pride.\n\n2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,\nSave in the death of Christ my God;\nAll the vain things that charm me most,\nI sacrifice them to his blood.\n\n3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,\nSorrow and love flow mingled down;\nDid e'er such love and sorrow meet?\nOr thorns compose so rich a crown?\n\n4 [His dying crimson like a robe\nSpreads o'er his body on the tree;\nThen am I dead to all the globe,\nAnd all the globe is dead to me.]\n\n5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,\nThat were a present far too small;\nLove so amazing, so divine,\nDemands my soul, my life, my all.\n\n\nHymn 3:8.\nThe tree of life.\n\n1 Come let us join a joyful tune\nTo our exalted Lord,\nYe saints on high around his throne,\nAnd we around his board.\n\n2 While once upon this lower ground\nWeary and faint ye stood,\nWhat dear refreshments here ye found\nFrom this immortal food!\n\n3 The tree of life that near the throne\nIn heaven's high garden grows,\nLaden with grace, bends gently down\nIts ever-smiling boughs.\n\n4 [Hovering amongst the leaves there stands\nThe sweet celestial Dove,\nAnd Jesus on the branches hangs\nThe banner of his love.]\n\n5 ['Tis a young heaven of strange delight\nWhile in his shade we sit;\nHis fruit is pleasing to the sight,\nAnd to the taste as sweet.\n\n6 New life it spreads thro' dying hearts,\nAnd cheers the drooping mind;\nVigour and joy the juice imparts\nWithout a sting behind.]\n\n7 Now let the flaming weapon stand\nAnd guard all Eden's trees;\nThere's ne'er a plant in all that land\nThat bears such fruits as these.\n\n8 Infinite grace our souls adore,\nWhose wondrous hand has made\nThis living branch of sovereign power\nTo raise and heal the dead.\n\n\nHymn 3:9.\nThe Spirit, the water, and the blood, John 5. 6.\n\n1 [Let all our tongues be one\nTo praise our God on high,\nWho from his bosom sent his Son\nTo fetch us strangers nigh.\n\n2 Nor let our voices cease\nTo sing the Saviour's Name;\nJesus th' ambassador of peace,\nHow cheerfully he came!\n\n3 It cost him cries and tears\nTo bring us near to God;\nGreat was our debt, and he appears\nTo make the payment good.]\n\n4 [My Saviour's pierced side,\nPour'd out a double flood;\nBy water we are purify'd\nAnd pardon'd by the blood.\n\n5 Infinite was our guilt,\nBut he our Priest atones;\nOn the cold ground his life was spilt,\nAnd offer'd with his groans.]\n\n6 Look up, my soul, to him\nWhose death was thy desert,\nAnd humbly view the living stream\nFlow from his breaking heart.\n\n7 There on the cursed tree\nIn dying pangs he lies,\nFulfils his Father's great decree,\nAnd all our wants supplies.\n\n8 Thus the Redeemer came\nBy water and by blood;\nAnd when the Spirit speaks the same\nWe feel his witness good.\n\n9 While the eternal Three\nBear their record above,\nHere I believe he dy'd for me,\nAnd seal my Saviour's love.\n\n10 [Lord, cleanse my soul from sin,\nNor let thy grace depart;\nGreat Comforter, abide within,\nAnd witness to my heart.]\n\n\nHymn 3:10.\nChrist crucified; the wisdom and power of God.\n\n1 Nature with open volume stands\nTo spread her Maker's praise abroad;\nAnd every labour of his hands\nShews something worthy of a God.\n\n2 But in the grace that rescu'd man\nHis brightest form of glory shines;\nHere on the cross 'tis fairest drawn\nIn precious blood and crimson lines.\n\n3 [Here his whole name appears complete;\nNor wit can guess, nor reason prove\nWhich of the letters best is writ,\nThe power, the wisdom, or the love.]\n\n4 Here I behold his inmost heart\nWhere grace and vengeance strangely join,\nPiercing his Son with sharpest smart\nTo make the purchas'd pleasure mine.\n\n5 O the sweet wonders of that cross\nWhere God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd!\nHer noblest life my spirit draws\nFrom his dear wounds and bleeding side.\n\n6 I would for ever speak his Name\nIn sounds to mortal ears unknown,\nWith angels join to praise the Lamb,\nAnd worship at his Father's throne.\n\n\nHymn 3:11.\nPardon brought in our senses.\n\n1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are!\nHow heavenly is the place\nWhere Jesus spreads the sacred feast\nOf his redeeming grace!\n\n2 There the rich bounties of our God,\nAnd sweetest glories shine;\nThere Jesus says, that \"I am his,\n\"And my Beloved's mine.\"\n\n3 \"Here,\" (says the kind redeeming Lord,\nAnd shews his wounded side)\n\"See here the spring of all your joys,\n\"That open'd when I dy'd.\"\n\n4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful heart\nAnd tells of all his pain,\n\"All this,\" says he, \"I bore for thee;\"\nAnd then he smiles again.]\n\n5 What shall we pay our heavenly King\nFor grace so vast as this?\nHe brings our pardon to our eyes,\nAnd seals it with a kiss.\n\n6 [Let such amazing loves as these\nBe sounded all abroad,\nSuch favours are beyond degrees,\nAnd worthy of a God.]\n\n7 [To him that wash'd us in his blood\nBe everlasting praise,\nSalvation, honour, glory, power,\nEternal as his days.]\n\n\nHymn 3:12.\nThe gospel feast, Luke 14. 16 &c.\n\n1 [How rich are thy provisions Lord!\nThy table furnish'd from above,\nThe fruits of life o'erspread the board,\nThe cup o'erflows with heavenly love.\n\n2 Thine ancient family the Jews,\nWere first invited to the feast;\nWe humbly take what they refuse,\nAnd Gentiles thy salvation taste.\n\n3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,\nAnd help was far, and death was nigh,\nBut at the gospel call we came\nAnd every want receiv'd supply.\n\n4 From the highway that leads to hell,\nFrom paths of darkness and despair,\nLord, we are come with thee to dwell,\nGlad to enjoy thy presence here.]\n\n5 [What shall we pay th' eternal Son,\nThat left the heaven of his abode,\nAnd to this wretched earth came down\nTo bring us wanderers back to God?\n\n6 It cost him death to save our lives,\nTo buy our souls it cost his own;\nAnd all the unknown joys he gives,\nWere bought with agonies unknown.\n\n7 Our everlasting love is due\nTo him that ransom'd sinners lost;\nAnd pity'd rebels when he knew\nThe vast expense his love would cost.]\n\n\nHymn 3:13.\nDivine love making a feast, and calling\nin the guests, Luke 14. 17 22 23.\n\n1 How sweet and awful is the place\nWith Christ within the doors,\nWhile everlasting love displays\nThe choicest of her stores!\n\n2 Here every bowel of our God\nWith soft compassion rolls\nHere peace and pardon bought with blood\nIs food for dying souls.\n\n3 [While all our hearts and all our songs\nJoin to admire the feast,\nEach of us cry with thankful tongues,\n\"Lord, why was I a guest?\n\n4 \"Why was I made to hear thy voice,\n\"And enter while there's room?\n\"When thousands make a wretched choice,\n\"And rather starve than come.\"]\n\n5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,\nThat sweetly forc'd us in,\nElse we had still refus'd to taste,\nAnd perish'd in our sin.\n\n6 [Pity the nations, O our God,\nConstrain the earth to come;\nSend thy victorious word abroad,\nAnd bring the strangers home.\n\n7 We long to see thy churches full,\nThat all the chosen race\nMay with one voice and heart and soul,\nSing thy redeeming grace.]\n\n\nHymn 3:14.\nThe song of Simeon, Luke 2. 28;\nor, A sight of Christ makes death easy.\n\n1 Now have our hearts embrac'd our God,\nWe would forget all earthly charms,\nAnd wish to die as Simeon would,\nWith his young Saviour in his arms.\n\n2 Our lips should learn that joyful song,\nWere but our hearts prepar'd like his;\nOur souls still willing to be gone,\nAnd at thy word depart in peace.\n\n3 Here we have seen thy face, O Lord,\nAnd view'd salvation with our eyes,\nTasted and felt the living word,\nThe bread descending from the skies.\n\n4 Thou hast prepar'd this dying Lamb,\nHast set his blood before our face,\nTo teach the terrors of thy Name,\nAnd show the wonders of thy grace.\n\n5 He is our light; our morning star\nShall shine on nations yet unknown;\nThe glory of thine Israel here,\nAnd joy of spirits near the throne.\n\n\nHymn 3:15.\nOur Lord Jesus at his own table.\n\n1 [The memory of our dying Lord\nAwakes a thankful tongue:\nHow rich he spread his royal board,\nAnd blest the food, and sung.\n\n2 Happy the men that eat this bread,\nBut double bless'd was he\nThat gently bow'd his loving head,\nAnd lean'd it, Lord, on thee.\n\n3 By faith the same delights we taste\nAs that great favourite did,\nAnd sit and lean on Jesus' breast,\nAnd take the heavenly bread.]\n\n4 Down from the palace of the skies,\nHither the King descends;\n\"Come my beloved, eat, (he cries)\n\"And drink salvation, friends.\n\n5 \"[My flesh is food and physic too,\n\"A balm for all your pains;\n\"And the red streams of pardon flow\n\"From these my pierced veins.\"]\n\n6 Hosanna to his bounteous love\nFor such a taste below!\nAnd yet he feeds his saints above\nWith nobler blessings too.\n\n7 [Come the dear day, the glorious hour\nThat brings our souls to rest!\nThen we shall need these types no more,\nBut dwell at th' heavenly feast.]\n\n\nHymn 3:16.\nThe agonies of Christ.\n\n1 Now let our pains be all forgot,\nOur hearts no more repine,\nOur sufferings are not worth a thought,\nWhen, Lord, compar'd with thine.\n\n2 In lively figures here we see\nThe bleeding Prince of love;\nEach of us hope he dy'd for me,\nAnd then our griefs remove.\n\n3 [Our humble faith here takes her rise,\nWhile sitting round his board;\nAnd back to Calvary she flies,\nTo view her groaning Lord.\n\n4 His soul, what agonies it felt\nWhen his own God withdrew!\nAnd the large load of all our guilt\nLay heavy on him too.\n\n5 But the divinity within\nSupported him to bear:\nDying he conquer'd hell and sin,\nAnd made his triumph there.]\n\n6 Grace, wisdom, justice join'd and wrought\nThe wonders of that day:\nNo mortal tongue, nor mortal thought\nCan equal thanks repay.\n\n7 Our hymns should sound like those above,\nCould we our voices raise;\nYet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love,\nAnd all our lives be praise.\n\n\nHymn 3:17.\nIncomparable food; or,\nThe flesh and blood of Christ.\n\n1[We sing th' amazing deeds\nThat grace divine performs;\nTh' eternal God comes down and bleeds\nTo nourish dying worms.\n\n2 This soul reviving wine,\nDear Saviour, 'tis thy blood;\nWe thank that sacred flesh of thine\nFor this immortal food.]\n\n3 The banquet that we eat\nIs made of heavenly things,\nEarth hath no dainties half so sweet\nAs our Redeemer brings.\n\n4 In vain had Adam sought\nAnd search'd his garden round,\nFor there was no such blessed fruit\nIn all the happy ground.\n\n5 Th' angelic host above\nCan never taste this food,\nThey feast upon their Maker's love,\nBut not a Saviour's blood.\n\n6 On us th' Almighty Lord\nBestows this matchless grace,\nAnd meets us with some cheering word,\nWith pleasure in his face.\n\n7 Come, all ye drooping saints,\nAnd banquet with the King,\nThis wine will drown your sad complaints,\nAnd tune your voice to sing.\n\n8 Salvation to the Name\nOf our adored Christ:\nThro' the wide earth his grace proclaim\nHis glory in the high'st.\n\n\nHymn 3:18.\nThe same.\n\n1 Jesus, we bow before thy feet,\nThy table is divinely stor'd:\nThy sacred flesh our souls have eat,\n'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord!\n\n2 And here we drink our Saviour's blood,\nWe thank thee, Lord, 'tis generous wine;\nMingled with love the fountain flow'd\nFrom that dear bleeding heart of thine.\n\n3 On earth is no such sweetness found,\nFor the Lamb's flesh is heavenly food;\nIn vain we search the globe around\nFor bread so fine, or wine so good.\n\n4 Carnal provisions can at best\nBut cheer the heart, or warm the head,\nBut the rich cordial that we taste\nGives life eternal to the dead.\n\n5 Joy to the Master of the feast,\nHis name our souls for ever bless:\nTo God the King, and God the Priest,\nA loud Hosanna round the place.\n\n\nHymn 3:19.\nGlory in the cross; or, Not ashamed\nof Christ crucified.\n\n1 At thy command, our dearest Lord,\nHere we attend thy dying feast;\nThy blood like wine adorns thy board,\nAnd thine own flesh feeds every guest.\n\n2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,\nAnd trusts for life in one that dy'd;\nWe hope for heavenly crowns above\nFrom a Redeemer crucify'd.\n\n3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,\nAnd fling their scandals on thy cause;\nWe come to boast our Saviour's Name,\nAnd make our triumphs in his cross.\n\n4 With joy we tell the scoffing age\nHe that was dead has left his tomb,\nHe lives above their utmost rage,\nAnd we are waiting till he come.\n\n\nHymn 3:20.\nThe provisions for the table of our Lord; or, The\ntree of life, and river of love.\n\n1 Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand,\nAnd sing the solemn feast\nWhere sweet celestial dainties stand\nFor every willing guest.\n\n2 [The tree of life adorns the board\nWith rich immortal fruit,\nAnd ne'er an angry flaming sword\nTo guard the passage to't.\n\n3 The cup stands crown'd with living juice;\nThe fountain flows above,\nAnd runs down streaming for our use\nIn rivulets of love.]\n\n4 The food's prepar'd by heavenly art,\nThe pleasure's well refin'd,\nThey spread new life thro' every heart,\nAnd cheer the drooping mind.\n\n5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love,\nYe saints that taste his wine,\nJoin with your kindred saints above,\nIn loud hosannas join.\n\n6 A thousand glories to the God\nThat gives such joy as this;\nHosanna! let it sound abroad,\nAnd reach where Jesus is.\n\n\nHymn 3:21.\nThe triumphal feast for Christ's victory\nover sin, and death, and hell.\n\n1 [Come let us lift our voices high,\nHigh as our joys arise,\nAnd join the songs above the sky,\nWhere pleasure never dies.\n\n2 Jesus, the God that fought and bled,\nAnd conquer'd when he fell;\nThat rose, and at his chariot-wheels\nDragg'd all the powers of hell.]\n\n3 [Jesus the God invites us here\nTo this triumphal feast,\nAnd brings immortal blessings down\nFor each redeemed guest.]\n\n4 The Lord! how glorious is his face!\nHow kind his smiles appear!\nAnd O what melting words he says\nTo every humble ear!\n\n5 \"For you, the children of my love,\n\"It was for you I dy'd;\n\"Behold my hands, behold my feet,\n\"And look into my side.\n\n6 \"These are the wounds for you I bore,\n\"The tokens of my pains,\n\"When I came down to free your souls\n\"From misery and chains.\n\n7 \"Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword,\nAnd plung'd it in my heart;\n\"Infinite pangs for you I bore,\n\"And most tormenting smart.\n\n8 \"When hell and all its spiteful powers\n\"Stood dreadful in my way,\n\"To rescue those dear lives of yours\n\"I gave my own away.\n\n9 \"But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd,\n\"I ruin'd Satan's throne;\n\"High on my cross I hung, and spy'd\n\"The monster tumbling down.\n\n10 \"Now you must triumph at my feast,\n\"And taste my flesh, my blood;\n\"And live eternal ages bless'd,\n\"For 'tis immortal food.\"\n\n11 Victorious God! what can we pay\nFor favours so divine?\nWe would devote our hearts away\nTo be for ever thine.\n\n12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,\nThe tribute of our tongues;\nBut themes so infinite as these\nExceed our noblest songs.\n\n\nHymn 3:22.\nThe compassion of a dying Christ.\n\n1 Our spirits join t' adore the Lamb;\nO that our feeble lips could move\nIn strains immortal as his Name,\nAnd melting as his dying love.\n\n2 Was ever equal pity found?\nThe Prince of heaven resigns his breath,\nAnd pours his life out on the ground\nTo ransom guilty worms from death.\n\n3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws;\nHe from the threatening set us free,\nBore the full vengeance on his cross,\nAnd nail'd the curses to the tree.]\n\n4 [The law proclaims no terror now,\nAnd Sinai's thunder roars no more;\nFrom all his wounds new blessings flow,\nA sea of joy without a shore.\n\n5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains,\nAnd heal'd our wounds with heavenly blood:\nBless'd fountain! springing from the veins\nOf Jesus, our incarnate God.]\n\n6 In vain our mortal voices strive\nTo speak compassion so divine;\nHad we a thousand lives to give,\nA thousand lives should all be thine.\n\n\nHymn 3:23.\nGrace and glory by the death of Christ.\n\n1 [Sitting around our Father's board\nWe raise our tuneful breath;\nOur faith beholds her dying Lord,\nAnd dooms our sins to death.]\n\n2 We see the blood of Jesus shed,\nWhence all our pardons rise;\nThe sinner views th' atonement made,\nAnd loves the sacrifice.\n\n3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross\nProcure us heavenly crowns;\nOur highest gain springs from thy loss,\nOur healing from thy wounds.\n\n4 O 'tis impossible that we,\nWho dwell in feeble clay,\nShould equal sufferings bear for thee,\nOr equal thanks repay.\n\n\nHymn 3:24.\nPardon and strength from Christ.\n\n1 Father, we wait to feel thy grace,\nTo see thy glories shine;\nThe Lord will his own table bless,\nAnd make the feast divine.\n\n2 We touch, we taste the heavenly bread,\nWe drink the sacred Cup;\nWith outward forms our sense is fed,\nOur souls rejoice in hope.\n\n3 We shall appear before the throne\nOf our forgiving God,\nDress'd in the garments of his Son,\nAnd sprinkled with his blood.\n\n4 We shall be strong to run the race,\nAnd climb the upper sky;\nChrist will provide our souls with grace,\nHe bought a large supply.\n\n5 [Let us indulge a cheerful frame,\nFor joy becomes a feast;\nWe love the memory of his Name,\nMore than the wine we taste.]\n\n\nHymn 3:25.\nDivine glories, and our graces.\n\n1 How are thy glories here display'd,\nGreat God, how bright they shine,\nWhile at thy word we break the bread,\nAnd pour the flowing wine!\n\n2 Here thy revenging justice stands\nAnd pleads its dreadful cause;\nHere saving mercy spreads her hands\nLike Jesus on the cross.\n\n3 Thy saints attend with every grace\nOn this great sacrifice;\nAnd love appears with cheerful face,\nAnd faith with fixed eyes.\n\n4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,\nTo heaven directs her sight;\nHere every warmer passion meets,\nAnd warmer powers unite.\n\n5 Zeal and revenge perform their part,\nAnd rising sin destroy;\nRepentance comes with aching heart,\nYet not forbids the joy.\n\n6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight,\nLet sin for ever die;\nThen shall our souls be all delight,\nAnd every tear be dry.\n\n\n******\n\nI cannot persuade myself to put a full period to these Divine\nHymns, till I have addressed a special song of glory to God the\nFather, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it,\nGloria Patri, be retained in our nation from the Romish church;\nand thought there may be some excesses of superstitious honour paid\nto the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy prejudices\nin weaker Christians, yet I believe it still to be one of the\nnoblest parts of Christian worship. The subject of it is the\ndoctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar glory of the Divine\nNature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto\nmen, and is so necessary to true Christianity. The action is praise,\nwhich is one of the most complete and exalted parts of heavenly\nworship. I have cast the song into a variety of forms, and have\nfitted it to a plain version, or a larger paraphrase, to be sung\neither alone, or at the conclusion of another Hymn. I have added\nalso a few hosannas, or ascriptions of salvation to Christ, in the\nsame manner, and for the same end.\n\n\n\nDoxologies.\n\n\nHymn 3:26. 1st. L.M.\nA song of praise to the ever-blessed Trinity,\nGod in Father, Son, and Spirit.\n\n1 Bless'd be the Father and his love:\nTo whose celestial source we owe\nRivers of endless joy above,\nAnd rills of comfort here below.\n\n2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,\nFrom whose dear wounded body rolls\nA precious stream of vital blood,\nPardon and life for dying souls.\n\n3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,\nWho in our hearts of sin and woe\nMakes living springs of grace arise,\nAnd into boundless glory flow.\n\n4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,\nAnd God the Spirit, we adore;\nThat sea of life and love unknown,\nWithout a bottom or a shore.\n\n\nHymn 3:27. 1st. C. M.\n\n1 Glory to God the Father's Name,\nWho, from our sinful race,\nChose out his favourites to proclaim\nThe honours of his grace.\n\n2 Glory to God the Son be paid,\nWho dwelt in humble clay,\nAnd, to redeem us from the dead,\nGave his own life away.\n\n3 Glory to God the Spirit give,\nFrom whose almighty power\nOur souls their heavenly birth derive,\nAnd bless the happy hour.\n\n4 Glory to God that reigns above,\nTh' eternal Three and One,\nWho by the wonders of his love\nHas made his nature known.\n\n\nHymn 3:28. 1st. S. M.\n\n1 Let God the Father live\nFor ever on our tongues;\nSinners from his first love derive\nThe ground of all their songs.\n\n2 Ye saints, employ your breath\nIn honour to the Son,\nWho bought your souls from hell and death\nBy offering up his own.\n\n3 Give to the Spirit praise\nOf an immortal strain,\nWhose light and power and grace conveys\nSalvation down to men.\n\n4 While God the Comforter\nReveals our pardon'd sin,\nO may the blood and water bear\nThe same record within.\n\n5 To the great One and Three\nThat seal this grace in heaven,\nThe Father, Son, and Spirit, be\nEternal glory given.\n\n\nHymn 3:29. 2d. L.M.\n\n1 Glory to God the Trinity\nWhose name has mysteries unknown;\nIn essence One, in person Three;\nA social nature, yet alone.\n\n2 When all our noblest powers are join'd\nThe honours of thy Name to raise,\nThy glories over-match our mind,\nAnd angels faint beneath the praise.\n\n\nHymn 3:30. 2d. C. M\n\n1 The God of mercy be ador'd,\nWho calls our souls from death,\nWho saves by his redeeming word,\nAnd new-creating breath.\n\n2 To praise the Father and the Son\nAnd Spirit all divine,\nThe One in Three, and Three in One,\nLet saints and angels join.\n\n\nHymn 3:31. 2d. S. M.\n\n1 Let God the Maker's name\nHave honour, love and fear,\nTo God the Saviour pay the same,\nAnd God the Comforter.\n\n2 Father of lights above,\nThy mercy we adore,\nThe Son of thy eternal love\nAnd Spirit of thy power.\n\n\nHymn 3:32. 3d. L. M.\n\nTo God the Father, God the Son,\nAnd God the Spirit, Three in One,\nBe honour, praise, and glory given,\nBy all on earth, and all in heaven.\n\n\nHymn 3:33.\nOr thus:\n\nAll glory to thy wondrous Name,\nFather of mercy, God of love,\nThus we exalt the Lord, the Lamb,\nAnd thus we praise the heavenly Dove.\n\n\nHymn 3:34. 3d. C. M.\n\nNow let the Father and the Son\nAnd Spirit be ador'd,\nWhere there are works to make him known,\nOr saints to love the Lord.\n\n\nHymn 3:35.\nOr thus:\n\nHonour to thee, almighty Three,\nAnd everlasting One;\nAll glory to the Father be,\nThe Spirit, and the Son.\n\n\nHymn 3:36. 3d. S. M.\n\nYe angels round the throne\nAnd saints that dwell below,\nWorship the Father, love the Son,\nAnd bless the Spirit too.\n\n\nHymn 3:37.\nOr thus:\n\nGive to the Father praise,\nGive glory to the Son,\nAnd to the Spirit of his grace\nBe equal honour done.\n\n\nHymn 3:38.\nA song of praise to the blessed Trinity.\n\nThe 1st, as the 148th Psalm.\n\n1 I give immortal praise\nTo God the Father's love\nFor all my comforts here,\nAnd better hopes above;\nHe sent his own\nEternal Son,\nTo die for sins\nThat man had done.\n\n2 To God the Son belongs\nImmortal glory too,\nWho bought us with his blood\nFrom everlasting woe;\nAnd now he lives,\nAnd now he reigns,\nAnd sees the fruit\nOf all his pains.\n\n3 To God the Spirit's Name\nImmortal worship give,\nWhose new-creating power\nMakes the dead sinner live:\nHis work completes\nThe great design\nAnd fills the soul\nWith joy divine.\n\n4 Almighty God, to thee\nBe endless honours done,\nThe undivided Three,\nAnd the mysterious one:\nWhere reason fails\nWith all her powers,\nThere faith prevails,\nAnd love adores.\n\n\nHymn 3:39.\nThe 2d, as the 148th Psalm.\n\n1 To Him that chose us first\nBefore the world began,\nTo Him that bore the curse\nTo save rebellious man,\nTo Him that form'd\nOur hearts anew,\nIs endless praise\nAnd glory due.\n\n2 The Father's love shall run\nThro' our immortal songs,\nWe bring to God the Son\nHosannas on our tongues:\nOur lips address\nThe Spirit's Name\nWith equal praise,\nAnd zeal the same.\n\n3 Let every saint above\nAnd angel round the throne,\nFor ever bless and love\nThe sacred Three in One:\nThus heaven shall raise\nHis honours high\nWhen earth and time\nGrow old and die.\n\n\nHymn 3:40.\nThe 3d, as the 148th Psalm.\n\nTo God the Father's throne\nPerpetual honours raise;\nGlory to God the Son,\nTo God the Spirit praise:\nAnd while our lips\nTheir tribute bring,\nOur faith adores\nThe name we sing.\n\n\nHymn 3:41.\nOr thus:\n\nTo our eternal God,\nThe Father and the Son,\nAnd Spirit all divine,\nThree mysteries in one,\nSalvation, power,\nAnd praise be given\nBy all on earth\nAnd all in heaven.\n\n\nHymn 3:42. L. M.\n\nThe Hosanna;\nor, Salvation ascribed to Christ.\n\n1 Hosanna to King David's Son,\nWho reigns on a superior throne;\nWe bless the Prince of heavenly birth\nWho brings salvation down to earth.\n\n2 Let every nation, every age,\nIn this delightful work engage;\nOld men and babes in Sion sing\nThe growing glories of her King.\n\n\nHymn 3:43. C. M.\n\n1 Hosanna to the Prince of Grace,\nSion, behold her King;\nProclaim the Son of David's race,\nAnd teach the babes to sing.\n\n2 Hosanna to th' incarnate Word,\nWho from the Father came;\nAscribe salvation to the Lord,\nWith blessings on his Name.\n\n\nHymn 3:44. S. M.\n\nHosanna to the Son\nOf David and of God,\nWho brought the news of pardon down,\nAnd bought it with his blood,\n\n2 To Christ th' anointed King\nBe endless blessings given,\nLet the whole earth his glory sing\nWho made our peace with heaven.\n\n\nHymn 3:45. As the 148th Psalm.\n\n1 Hosanna to the King\nOf David's ancient blood;\nBehold he comes to bring\nForgiving grace from God:\nLet old and young\nAttend his way,\nAnd at his feet\nTheir honours lay.\n\n2 Glory to God on high,\nSalvation to the Lamb;\nLet earth, and sea, and sky\nHis wondrous love proclaim:\nUpon his head\nShall honours rest,\nAnd every age\nPronounce him blest.\n\n\nEnd of the Third Book.\n\n\n\nAN INDEX\nTo find any Hymn by the Title or Contents of it.\n\n_Note_, The letters, i ii iii, signify the first, second, end\nthird book: The figures direct to the Hymn. (Transcriber's Note:\nIn this electronic version modern numerals are used; for example,\n\"2:108\" refers to \"Book 2, Hymn Number 108,\" and so on.) If you\nfind not what hymn you seek under one word of the title, seek it\nunder another, or by some word that is of the same signification,\nthough perhaps not mentioned in the title of the hymn.\n\n\nAaron\n   and Christ, 1:145;\n   Moses and Joshua, 2:124.\nAbraham's\n   blessing on the Gentiles, 1:60, 1:113, 1:114; 2:134;\n   offering his son, 1:129.\nAbsence\n   and presence of God, 2:93, 2:94, 2:100;\n   from God for ever intolerable, 2:107.\nAccess to the throne by a Mediator, 2:108.\nAdam,\n   his fall, 1:107;\n   corrupt nature from him, 2:128;\n   the first and second, 1:571, 1:124.\nAdoption, 1:64, 1:143;\n   and election, 1:54.\nAdvocate, see Christ's intercession.\nAffections\n   inconstant, 2:20;\n   unsanctified, 2:165.\nAfflicted, Christ's compassion to them, 1:125.\nAfflictions\n   removed, 1:87;\n   submitted to, 1:5, 1:129; 2:109;\n   support and comfort under them, 2:50, 2:65;\n   and death under providence, 1:83.\nAlmost Christian, 2:158.\nAmbition, &c. 2:101.\nAngels\n   sinning, 2:24;\n   standing and falling, 2:27;\n   praise ye the Lord, 2:27;\n   punished, and man saved, 2:96, 2:97;\n   their ministry to Christ and saints, 2:18, 2:112, 2:113.\nAnger of God, see Wrath, Vengeance, Hell.\nAnswer to the church's prayers, 1:30.\nAntichrist, his ruin, 1:29, 1:56, 1:59;\n   see Enemies.\nApostate, 2:158.\nApostles' commission, 1:128.\nAscension and resurrection of Christ, 2:76.\nAssistance against temptations, 1:15, 1:32; 2:50, 2:65.\nAssurance\n   of heaven, 1:27; 2:65;\n   of the love of Christ, 1:14; 2:73;\n   of faith, 1:103.\nAttributes, see God.\n\n\nBabylon falling, 1:56, 1:59;\n   see Enemies.\nBackslidings and returns, 2:20.\nBaptism, 1:52;\n   preaching, and the Lord's supper, 2:141;\n   and circumcision, 1:121; 2:127, 2:134;\n   burial with Christ in, 1:122.\nBeatitudes, 1:102.\nBelieve and be saved, 1:100.\nBeliever baptized, 1:52, 1:122.\nBirth, first and second, 1:95, 1:99;\n   of Christ, miracles at it, 2:136.\nBlessed are the dead in the Lord, 1:18;\n   society in heaven, 2:33, 2:75.\nBlessedness\n   and business of heaven, 1:40, 1:41; 2:86;\n   only in God, 2:93, 2:94, 2:100.\nBlessing of Abraham on the Gentiles, 1:113, 1:114; 2:134.\nBlood and flesh of Christ\n   is our food, 3:17, 3:18;\n   the seal of the New Testament, 3:3;\n   the Spirit and the water, 3:9.\nBoasting excluded, 1:96.\nBodies frail, see Life, Health, Flesh.\nBook of God's decrees, 2:99.\nBread of life is Christ, 3:5.\nBreathing towards heaven, 2:23.\nBritain's God praised, 2:1;\n   for deliverance, 2:92.\nBurial, 2:63;\n   with Christ in baptism, 1:122;\n   and death of a saint, 2:3.\n\n\nCanaan and heaven, 2:66, 2:124.\nCarnal joys parted with, 2:10, 2:11;\n   reason humbled, 1:11, 1:12.\nCeremonial, see Law, Types, Priest.\nCharacters\n   of the children of God, 1:143;\n   of Christ, 1:146, 1:150;\n   of blessedness, 1:102.\nCharity and uncharitableness, 1:126;\n   and love, 1:130, 1:133.\nChildren\n   in the covenant of grace, 1:113, 1:114;\n   devoted to God, 1:121; 2:127.\nChrist, see Lord;\n   and Aaron, 1:145;\n   and Adam, 1:124;\n   his ascension, 2:76;\n   beatific sight of him, 2:75;\n   beloved described, 1:75;\n   the bread of life, 3:5;\n   his care of the young and feeble, 1:125, 1:138;\n   and the church, seeking, finding, &c., see Church;\n   coming to judge, 1:61;\n   his commission, 2:103, 2:104;\n   communion with him, 1:66, 1:71;\n   and saints, 1:67, 1:76; 3:2;\n   compared to inanimate things, 1:146;\n   his coronation and espousals, 1:72;\n   his cross not to be ashamed of, 3:19;\n   crucified, God's wisdom and power, 2:10;\n   David's Son, 1:16, 1:50;\n   his death caused by sin, 2:81;\n   grace and glory by it, 3:23;\n   victory and kingdom, 2:114;\n   his divine nature, 1:2, 1:13, 1:92; 2:51;\n   dwells in heaven, visits the earth, 1:76;\n   enjoyment of him, 2:15, 2:16;\n   his eternity, 1:2, 1:92;\n      example, 2:139;\n   excellences, 1:75; 2:47;\n   faith and knowledge of him, 1:103;\n   his flesh and blood our food, 3:17, 3:18;\n   found and brought to the church, 1:71;\n   his glory in heaven, 2:91;\n   God reconciled in him, 2:148;\n   grace given us in him, 1:137; 2:40;\n   High Priest and King, 1:61;\n   his human and Divine nature, 1:2, 1:13, 1:16;\n   humiliation and exaltation, 1:1, 1:63, 1:141, 1:142; 2:5,\n      2:43, 2:81, 2:83, 2:84; 3:10, 3:16;\n   his incarnation, 1:1, 1:3, 1:13;\n   intercession, 2:36, 2:37, 2:118;\n   invitation to sinners, 1:127;\n   the King at his table, 1:66;\n   his kingdom among men, 1:3, 1:21;\n   knowledge and faith in him, 1:103;\n   the Lamb of God, 1:1, 1:25, 1:62, 1:63;\n   his love to the church, 1:14, 1:77;\n   under desertion, 2:50;\n   shed abroad in the heart, 1:135;\n   to men, 1:92;\n   lifted up, 1:112;\n   ministered to by angels, 2:112, 2:113;\n   miracles at the birth of Christ, 2:136;\n   miracles in his life, death, and resurrection, 2:137;\n   and Moses, 1:49, 1:118;\n   names and titles, 1:147, 1:148, 1:149;\n   nativity, 1:3, 1:13;\n   obeyed or resisted, 1:93;\n   his offices, 1:149, 1:150; 2:132;\n   pardon and strength from him, 3:24;\n   our Passover, 2:155;\n   his person glorious and gracious, 1:75; 2:47;\n   our Physician, 1:112;\n   his pity to the afflicted and tempted, 1:125;\n   his priesthood, 1:145; 2:118;\n   his presence, see Presence;\n   prophecies and types of him, 2:135;\n   Prophet, Priest, and King, 1:25; 2:132;\n   our Prophet and Teacher, 1:93;\n   redemption, see Redeem;\n   rejected by the Jews, 1:141;\n   resurrection, 2:72, 2:76;\n      is our hope, 1:26;\n   resurrection, life, and death miraculous, 2:137;\n   revealed to men, 1:10;\n      to babes, 1:11, 1:12;\n   righteousness and strength in him, 1:15, 1:84, 1:85, 1:97;\n   righteousness valuable, 1:109;\n   his sacrifice, 2:142;\n      and intercession, 2:118;\n   salvation, righteousness, and strength in him, 1:15, 1:84,\n      1:85, 1:97, 1:98;\n   our sanctification, 1:97, 1:98;\n   Satan at enmity, 1:107;\n   saints in his hand, 1:138;\n   our Shepherd, 1:67, 1:142;\n   the substance of the types, 2:12;\n   sent by the Father, 1:100; 2:103, 2:104;\n   and godly sorrow, 2:9, 2:106;\n   and glory, 1:1, 1:62, 1:63; 2:43, 2:81, 2:83, 2:84; 3:10;\n   his titles and kingdom, 1:13;\n   triumph over our enemies, 1:28, 1:29;\n   types and prophecies of him, 2:135;\n   victory over Satan, 1:58, 2:89;\n      death and hell, 3:21;\n   unseen and beloved, 1:108;\n   Wisdom of God, 1:92;\n      our wisdom and Righteousness, 1:97, 1:98;\n      worshipped by the creation, 1:62;\nChristian, see Saints, Spiritual, etc;\n   Religion, its excellency, 2:131;\n   almost, 2:158;\n   virtues, 2:161.\nChurch, see Worship, Saints, Spiritual.\n   its enemies slain by Christ, 1:28, 1:29;\n   conversing with Christ, namely, seeking, finding, calling,\n      answering, 1:66-71;\n   under God's care, 1:39;\n   espousals with Christ, 1:72;\n   beauty in the eyes of Christ, 1:73;\n   the garden of Christ, 1:74.\nCircumcision abolished, 2:134;\n   and baptism, 1:121; 2:127.\nClothing, spiritual, 1:7, 1:40.\nComfort in the covenant with Christ, 2:40;\n   Restored, 2:73;\n   see Pardon;\n   in sorrows of mind and body, 2:50, 2:65.\nCommunion\n   With Christ and saints, 3:2;\n   between Christ and the church, 1:66-71; 2:15, 2:16.\nCompassion\n   of a dying Christ, 3:22;\n   to the afflicted, 1:125.\nComplaint\n   of a hard heart, 2:98;\n   of desertion and temptations;\n   of dulness, 2:34;\n   of in-dwelling sin, 1:115;\n   of ingratitude, 2:74;\n   of sloth and negligence, 2:25, 2:32.\nCondemnation by the law, 1:94.\nCondescension to our worship, 2:45;\n   Affairs, 2:46.\nConfession and pardon, 1:131.\nConscience\n   good, the pleasures of it, 2:57;\n   secure and awakened, 1:115.\nConstancy in the gospel, 2:4.\nContention and love, 1:130.\nConversion, 1:104; 2:159;\n   the difficulty of it, 2:161;\n   delayed, 1:88-91;\n   the joy of heaven, 1:101.\nConviction of sin\n   by the law, 1:94, 1:115;\n   by the cross of Christ, 2:81, 2:95.\nCorrupt nature from Adam, 1:57, 107; 2:128, 2:159.\nCovenant of grace, 1:9;\n   children therein, 1:113, 1:114;\n   sealed and sworn, 1:139; 3:3;\n   hope in it, 1:139;\n   made with Christ, our comfort, 2:40;\n   of works,\n   see Law and Gospel.\nCovetousness, &c., 1:24; 2:56, 2:101.\nCourage and constancy, 1:14, 1:15, 1:48; 2:4, 2:65.\nCreation, 1:92; 2:71, 2:147;\n   new, 2:130;\n   preservation, &c.,\n   of this world, 2:13.\nCreatures\n   praise the Lord, 2:71;\n   love dangerous, 2:48;\n   God above them, 1:82;\n   their vanity, 2:146;\nCross of Christ is our glory, 3:19;\n   repentance flowing from it, 2:106;\n   salvation in it, 2:4;\n   crucifixion to the world by it, 3:7.\nCurse and promise, 1:107,\nCustom in sin, 2:160.\n\n\nDangers\n   of our earthly pilgrimage, 2:53;\n   of death and hell, 2:55;\n   of love to the creatures, 2:48.\nDarkness\n   Dispelled by Christ's presence, 2:54;\n   of providence, 2:109.\nDay\n   of grace and time of duty, 1:88;\n   of judgment, 1:45, 1:61, 1:65, 1:89, 1:90.\nDead\n   In the Lord, their blessedness, 1:18;\n   to sin by the cross of Christ, 1:106.\nDeath, see Christ;\n   And Afflictions under providence, 1:83;\n   terrible to the unconverted, 1:91;\n   made easy by the sight of Christ, 2:31; 3:14;\n   by a sight of heaven, 2:66;\n   God's presence in it, 2:49, 2:117;\n   our fear of it, 2:31;\n   desirable, 1:19; 2:61;\n   overcome, 1:17;\n   triumphed over, 1:6; 2:110;\n   prepared for, 1:27; 2:63;\n   of a sinner, 1:24; 2:2;\n   and burial of a saint, 1:18; 2:3;\n   and eternity, 2:28;\n   and glory, 1:110; 2:61;\n   and the resurrection, 2:3, 2:102, 2:110;\n   of Moses at God's command, 2:49;\n   dreadful and delightful, 2:52.\nDeceitfulness of sin, 2:150.\nDecrees of God, 1:11, 1:12, 1:96, 1:117; 2:99.\nDeity of Christ, 1:2, 1:13, 1:92; 2:51.\nDelay of conversion, 1:88-91; 2:25, 2:32.\nDelight\n   in worship, 2:14;\n   in God, 2:42;\n   in converse with Christ, 2:15, 2:16.\nDeliverance from death and the grave, 2:3;\n   see Enemies, Church;\n   and submission, 1:129;\n   from spiritual enemies, 1:47; 2:65, 2:82, 2:111.\nDependence, see Faith.\nDesertion and temptations complained of, 2:163.\nDesire of Christ's presence, 2:100;\n   see more in Heaven, Christ, Love, &c.\nDespair and presumption, 1:115; 2:156, 2:157.\nDevil vanquished, 1:58; see Victory.\nDevotion, fervent, desired, 2:34.\nDifficulty of conversion, 2:161.\nDisease, see Sickness.\nDissolution of this world, 2:13, 2:164.\nDistemper, folly, and madness of sin, 2:153.\nDistinguishing love, 1:11, 1:12, 1:96, 1:117; 2:96, 2:97.\nDivine, see God, Deity, &c.\nDominion\n   Of God, and our deliverance, 2:111;\n   eternal, 2:67;\n   over the sea, 2:70.\nDoubts and fears suppressed, 2:73.\nDoxologies, 3:26-45.\nDulness, spiritual, 2:25.\n\n\nEarth,\n   no rest on it, 2:146;\n   and heaven, 2:10, 2:11, 2:53.\nEffusion of the Spirit, 2:144.\nElection\n   excludes boasting, 1:96;\n   free, 1:11, 1:12, 1:54, 1:117;\n   see Decrees.\nEnd of the world, 2:164.\nEnemies of the church\n   disappointed, 2:90, 2:92;\n   salvation from them, 2:82, 2:88;\n   triumphed over by Christ, 1:28, 1:29;\n   see Church, Babylon, Michael.\nEnjoyment of Christ, 2:15, 2:16;\n   see Worship.\nEnmity between Christ and Satan, 1:107.\nEnvy and love, 1:130.\nEspousals of the church to Christ, 1:72.\nEstablishment in grace, 2:82.\nEternity\n   of God, 2:17;\n   of his dominion, 2:67;\n   and death, 2:28;\n   succeeding this life, 2:55;\n   see Heaven, Death.\nEvening and morning hymns, 1:79, 1:80, 1:81; 2:6, 2:7, 2:8.\nExaltation, see Christ, Glory, Sufferings, &c.\nExample\n   of Christ, 2:139;\n   of saints, 2:140.\nExcellency of the Christian religion, 2:131.\n\n\nFaith\n   in things unseen, 1:120, 2:129.\n   and knowledge of Christ, 1:103;\n   love and joy, 1:108;\n   and unbelief, 2:125;\n   living and dead, 1:140;\n   assisted by sense, 2:141;\n   its joy, 2:162;\n   in Christ our sacrifice, 2:142;\n   and salvation, 1:100;\n   of assurance, 1:103;\n   and sight, 1:110; 2:145;\n   triumphing in Christ, 1:14;\n   for pardon and sanctification, 2:90;\n   faith and reason, 2:87, 2:109.\nFaithfulness of God's promises, 2:40, 2:60, 2:69.\nFall\n   of angels and men, 2:24;\n   and recovery of man, 1:107.\nFears and doubts suppressed, 2:73.\nFeast\n   Of love, 1:68;\n   of triumph, 3:21;\n   of the gospel, 1:7; 3:12, 3:20;\n   made, and guests invited, 3:13.\nFellowship, see Communion.\nFervency of devotion desired, 2:34.\nFew saved, 2:158.\nFlesh\n   And blood of Christ the best food, 3:17, 3:18;\n   our tabernacle, 1:110;\n   and spirit, 2:143.\nFolly and madness of sin, 2:153.\nFood, spiritual, 1:7, 1:67, 1:68, 1:74; 2:15; see Feast.\nForbearance, see Patience.\nForgiveness, see Pardon.\nFormality in worship, 1:136.\nFrail, see Life, Health, Forgetfulness, 2:165.\nFrailty and folly, 2:32.\nFree, see Grace, Election.\nFreedom from sin and misery in heaven, 2:86.\nFuneral thought, 2:61, 2:63; see Death, Burial.\n\n\nGarden of Christ is the church, 1:74.\nGarment of salvation, 1:7, 1:20.\nGentiles,\n   Christ revealed to them, 1:10, 1:13, 1:50; 3:13, 3:14;\n   Abraham's blessing on them, 1:113, 114; 2:134.\nGlorified\n   martyrs and saints, 1:40, 1:41;\n   body, 2:110.\nGlory\n   and death, 1:110; 2:61;\n   see Heaven;\n   of God above our reason, 2:87;\n   of Christ in heaven, 2:91;\n   see Christ, and grace by the death of Christ, 3:23;\n   justification and sanctification, 1:3;\n   to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 3:26-41;\n   of God in the gospel, 2:126;\n   and grace in the person of Christ, 2:47;\n   and sufferings of Christ, 2:43; see Sufferings.\nGlorying in the cross of Christ, 3:19.\nGod\n   all and in all, 2:93, 2:94;\n   his absence, see Absence;\n   his attributes, 2:51, 2:166, 2:169;\n   glorified by Christ, 2:126; 3:10;\n   the avenger of his saints, 2:115;\n   care of his church, 1:39;\n   condescension to human affairs, 2:46;\n   to our worship, 2:45;\n   the Creator and Redeemer, 2:35;\n   our delight, 2:42;\n   our defence, 1:47;\n   dominion over the sea, 2:70;\n   dominion, and our deliverance, 2:111;\n   dwells with the humble, 1:87;\n   eternity, 2:17;\n   eternal dominion, 2:67;\n   everlasting absence intolerable, 2:100, 2:107;\n   far above his creatures, 1:82;\n   the Father, Son, and Spirit, 3:26-41;\n   his faithfulness to his promises, 2:60, 2:69;\n   glory and defence of Sion, 2:64;\n   his glory above our reason, 2:87;\n   his goodness, 2:58, 2:80;\n   his grace, see Grace;\n   government from him, 2:149;\n   holiness, justice, and sovereignty, 1:86;\n   invisible, 2:26;\n   incomprehensible, 2:87, 2:170;\n   his kingdom supreme, 2:115;\n   his love in sending his Son, 1:100;\n   and our neighbour loved, 1:116;\n   our portion or chief good, 2:93, 2:94;\n   his power, 2:80;\n   and goodness, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8;\n   his praise, see Praise;\n   presence in life and at death, 2:115; see Presence;\n   preserver of our lives, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19;\n   promise and truth unchangeable, 1:139;\n   sight of him weans us from earth, 2:41;\n   sovereign, 2:170;\n   terrible majesty, 2:22;\n   and mercy, 2:80;\n   his truth, 2:60, 2:69;\n   vengeance, 2:44, 2:62;\n   Unity and Trinity, 3:26-11;\n   his word, 1:53;\n   wrath and mercy, 1:42.\nGoodness of God, 2:58, 2:74; see Grace;\n   and power of God, 1:42; 2:80.\nGospel feast, 3:12; see Grace, Feast;\n   invitation and provision, 1:7; 3:20;\n   times, their blessedness, 1:10; see Scripture;\n   glorifies God, 2:126;\n   no liberty to sin, 1:106, 1:132, 1:140;\n   not ashamed of it, 1:103; 3:19;\n   and law, 1:94; 2:120, 2:121, 2:124;\n   sinned against, 1:118;\n   its different success, 1:119; 2:144;\n   ministry, 1:10;\n   attested by miracles, 1:128; 2:136, 2:137;\n   its glorious effects, 2:138.\nGovernment from God, 2:149.\nGrace\n   and glory by the death of Christ, 3:23;\n   of the Spirit, 1:102;\n   converting, 2:138, 2:159;\n   in exercise, 3:25;\n   justifies, 1:94;\n   sanctifies and saves, 1:111;\n   not conveyed by parents, 1:99;\n   all-sufficient in duty and sufferings, 1:15, 1:32, 1:104;\n   given in Christ, 1:137;\n   covenant, 1:9;\n   children in it, 1:113, 1:114;\n   and holiness, 1:132;\n   electing, 1:54;\n   its freedom and sovereignty, 1:11, 1:12, 1:96, 1:117; 2:96, 2:97;\n   and glory in the person of Christ, 2:47;\n   adopting, 1:64;\n   persevering, 1:51;\n   promises, 1:7, 1:9;\n   throne accessible by Christ, 2:36, 2:37, 2:108.\nGratitude for Divine favours, 2:116\nGreat Britain's God praised, 2:1.\n\n\nHappiness, see Blessed, Heaven.\nHardness of heart, 2:98.\nHatred and love, 1:130.\nHealth\n   Preserved, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19;\n   restored, 1:55.\nHeaven\n   And earth, 2:10, 2:53;\n   and hell, 1:45;\n   invisible and holy, 1:105;\n   meditation of it, 2:162;\n   joy there for repenting sinners, 1:101;\n   its blessedness and business, 1:40, 1:41;\n   the hope of it our support, 2:65;\n   its prospect makes death easy, 2:66;\n   worship of it humble, 2:68;\n   freedom from sin and misery there, 2:86;\n   hoped for by Christ's resurrection, 1:26;\n   insured and prepared for, 1:27;\n   Christ's dwelling-place, 1:76; 2:91\n   sight of God and Christ there, 2:23;\n   blessed society there, 2:33\n   desired, 2:68.\nHeavenly\n   mindedness, 2:57;\n   joy on earth, 2:15, 2:30, 2:59.\nHell\n   and death 2:2;\n   and judgment, 1:45, 1:175; 2:62;\n   or the vengeance of God, 2:22, 2:44;\n   the holy fear of it, 2:107.\nHezekiah's song, 1:55.\nHoliness, see Grace, Spiritual, Sanctification, and sovereignty\n      of God, 1:82, 1:86;\n   and grace, 1:132, 1:140;\n   its characters, 1:102.\nHoly, see Spirit.\nHonour\n   vain, 1:101;\n   to magistrates, 2:149.\nHope\n   of the living, 1:88;\n   gives light and strength, 2:129;\n   in the covenant, 1:139;\n   of heaven by Christ's resurrection, 1:26;\n   of heaven our support under trials, 2:65;\n   of the resurrection, 2:3, 2:110.\nHosanna to Christ, 1.16; 2:42, &c.\nHuman\n   affairs condescended to by God, 2:46;\n   nature of Christ, 1:2, 1:3, 1:13, 1:60.\nHumble,\n   God's dwelling, 1:87;\n   enlightened, 1:11, 1:12, 1:50;\n   worship of heaven, 2:68.\nHumiliation, see Christ, Sufferings, &c. and prayer public, 1:30.\nHumility\n   And pride, 1:127;\n   and meekness, 1:102;\n   in heaven, 2:68.\nHypocrisy\n   and sincerity, 1:136;\n   hypocrite, or almost Christian, 2:158.\n\n\nIgnorance\n   enlightened, 1:11, 1:12;\n   and unfruitfulness, 2:165.\nImpenitence, 2:125.\nIncarnation of Christ, 1:2, 1:3, 1:13, 1:60.\nIncomprehensible God, 2:87, 2:170;\n   and invisible, 2:26.\nInconstancy of our love, 2:20.\nInfants, see Children.\nIngratitude complained of, 2:74.\nInspiration and prophecy, 2:151.\nInstitution of the Lord's supper, 3:1.\nInsufficiency of self-righteousness, 2:154.\nIntercession of Christ, 2:36, 2:37, 2:118.\nInvitation\n   Of Christ answered, 1:70;\n   of the gospel, 1:79, 1:127; 3:13, 3:20.\n\n\nJealousy of our love to Christ, 1:78.\nJesus, see Lord, Christ.\nJews, see Moses, Gospel, Christ, Gentiles.\nJohn the Baptist's message, 1:50.\nJoshua, Aaron, and Moses, 2:124.\nJoy,\n   Faith and love, 1:108;\n   of faith, 2:162;\n   carnal, parted with, 2:10, 2:11;\n   heavenly upon earth, 1:135; 2:30, 2:59;\n   spiritual restored, 2:73;\n   see more in Delight, Comfort.\nJudgment\n   day, 1:45, 1:61, 1:65, 1:89, 1:90;\n   and hell, 2:62;\n   Christ coming to it, 1:61.\nJustice, &c. of God, 1:86.\nJustification, 1:14; see Pardon;\n   by faith, not by works, 1:94, 1:109;\n   sanctification, 1:7, 1:9, 1:20, 1:84, 1:85; 2:90;\n   and glory, 1:3.\n\n\nKingdom\n   And titles of Christ, 1:13;\n   of Christ among men, 1:21, 1:65;\n   of God eternal, 2:67;\n   supreme, 2:115.\nKnowledge and faith\n   in Christ, 1:103;\n   saving, from God, 1:11. 1:12. 1:93.\n\n\nLamb that was slain, 1:1, 1:25, 1:62; see Christ.\nLaw\n   convinces of sin, 1:115;\n   condemns, 1:94;\n   and gospel, 2:120, 1:121, 1:124;\n   and gospel sinned against, 1:118.\nLevitical priesthood fulfilled in Christ, 2:12.\nLife\n   frail and succeeding eternity, 2:55;\n   preserved, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19;\n   short, frail, miserable, 1:82; 2:39, 2:58;\n   the day of grace and hope, 1:88.\nLight\n   And salvation by Jesus Christ, 1:50;\n   in darkness by the presence of God, 2:54;\n   given to the blind, 1:11, 1:12.\nLong-sufferance, see Patience.\nLord Jesus at his own table, 1:66; 3:15;\n   supper, preaching, and baptism, 2:141;\n   supper instituted, 3:1;\n   day, 1:72;\n   delightful, 2:14;\n   table provided for, 3:20;\n   see more in Christ.\nLove\n   Of Christ unchangeable, 1:14. 1:39;\n   shed abroad in the heart, 1:135;\n   its banquet, 1:68; 3:13;\n   of Christ in words and deeds, 1:77;\n   of Christ its strength, 1:78;\n   unseen, 1:108;\n   to Christ, 2:100;\n   to God pleasant and powerful 2:38;\n   and hatred, 1:130;\n   faith and joy, 1:108;\n   and charity, 1:133;\n   of God in sending his Son, 1:100; 2:103, 2:104;\n   to God and our neighbour, 1:116;\n   religion vain without it, 1:134;\n   peace and meekness, 1:102;\n   of Christ dying, 3:4, 3:22;\n   to God inconstant, 2:20;\n   to the creatures dangerous, 2:48;\n   distinguishing, 1:11, 1:12; 2:96, 2:97.\n\n\nMadness, folly, and distemper of sin, 2:153.\nMagistrates honoured, 2:149.\nMajesty of God terrible, 2:22, 2:62.\nMalice and love, 1:130.\nMan\n   saved and angels punished, 2:96, 2:97;\n   mortal and vain, 1:82;\n   his fall and recovery, 1:107.\nMartyrdom, 1:14; 2:4.\nMartyrs glorified, 1:40, 1:41.\nMary the virgin's song, 1:60.\nMediator the way to the throne of grace, 2:108.\nMeditation\n   of heaven, 2:162;\n   and retirement, 2:122.\nMemorial of our absent Lord, 3:6.\nMemory, weak, 2:165.\nMercies, national, 2:111; see Grace, Wrath, Thanks.\nMessiah\n   born, 1:60;\n   come, 2:12.\nMichael's war with the dragon, 1:58.\nMinisters' commission, 1:128.\nMinistry\n   of angels, 2:18;\n   of the gospel, 1:10.\nMisery\nAnd sin banished from heaven, 2:86;\n   and shortness of life. 2:39;\n   without God in the world, 2:56;\n   of sinners, see Sinner, Death, Hell.\nMorning and evening songs, 1:79, 1:80, 1:81; 2:6, 2:7, 2:8.\nMortality and vanity of man, 1:82.\nMortification\n   to the world by the sight of God, 2:41;\n   by the cross of Christ, 2:106; 3:7.\nMoses\n   And Christ, 1:49, 1:118;\n   dying, 2:49;\n   Aaron, and Joshua, 2:124.\nMourning, see Complaint, Repentance.\nMysteries revealed, 1:11, 1:12.\n\n\nNational mercies and thanks, 2:1, 2:111.\nNativity of Christ, 1:2, 1:3, 1:13.\nNature\n   Corrupt from Adam, 1:57;\n   corrupt from Adam, 1:57; 2:128, 2:159.\nNeighbour and God loved, 1:116.\nNew\n   Covenant sealed, 3:3;\n   promises, 1:7;\n   song, 1:1;\n   creature, 1:9;\n   testament in the blood of Christ, 3:3;\n   creation, 1:95; 2:130;\n   birth, 1:95.\nNovember 5th, a song of praise, 2:92.\n\n\nObedience evangelical, 1:140, 1:143.\nOld age and death of the unconverted, 1:91.\nOffence not to be given, 1:126.\nOffices and operations\n   of the Holy Spirit, 2:133;\n   and of Christ, 1:146-150; 2:132.\nOlive-tree, the wild and good, 1:114.\nOrdinances, see Worship, Lord's Supper.\nOriginal sin, 1:57; see Adam, Nature.\n\n\nPains, comfort under them, 2:50.\nParadise on earth, 2:30, 2:59.\nPardon,\n   sufficiency of it, 2:85;\n   and confession, 1:131;\n   and strength from Christ, 3:24;\n   bought at a dear price, 3:4;\n   and sanctification by faith, 1:9; 2:90;\n   brought to our senses, 3:11.\nParents\n   and children, 1:113, 1:114;\n   convey not grace, 1:99.\nPassions, see Christ, Sufferings, Anger, Love.\nPassover, Christ is ours, 2:155.\nPatience\n   under afflictions, 1:5. 1:129; 2:109;\n   of God producing repentance, 2:74, 2:105.\nPeace\n   Of conscience, 2:57;\n   and contention, 1:130;\n   see Comfort, Joy.\nPerfections of God, 2:166-169.\nPersecution, courage under it, 1:14.\nPersevering grace, 1:26, 1:32, 1:48, 1:51, 1:138.\nPerson of Christ glorious and gracious, 1:75; 2:47.\nPharisee and publican, 1:131.\nPilgrimage of the saints, 2:53.\nPleasures\n   of a good conscience, 2:37;\n   of religion, 2:30, 2:59;\n   sinful forsaken, 2:10, 2:11;\n   their vanity and danger, 2:101.\nPoverty of spirit, 1:102, 2:127.\nPower\n   of God, 1:86;\n   and wisdom in Christ crucified, 2:126; 3:10;\n   and goodness of God awful, 1:42; 2:80.\nPraise\n   imperfect on earth, 2:5;\n   for daily protection and preservation, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8;\n   from angels, 2:27;\n   from the creation, 2:71;\n   to the Redeemer, 2:5, 2:21, 2:29, 2:35, 2:78;\n   to the Trinity, 3:26-41;\n   for creation and redemption, 2:35.\nPrayer and praise, 1:1;\n   for deliverance answered, 1:30.\nPreaching, baptism, and the Lord's supper, 2:141.\nPredestination, see Election.\nPreparation for death, 1:27; see Death.\nPresence\n   of God in worship, 2:45;\n   light in darkness. 2:54;\n   in death, 1:19; 2:31, 2:49; 3:14;\n   in life and death, 2:117;\n   or absence of Christ, 2:50;\n   of Christ in worship, 1:66; 2:15, 2:16; 3:15;\n   of God our life, 2:93, 2:94, 2:100.\nPreservation\n   of this world, 2:13;\n   of our graces, 1:51;\n   of our lives, 2:6, 2:7, 2:8, 2:19.\nPresumption and despair, 1:115; 2:156, 2:157.\nPride and humility, 1:11, 1:12, 1:127.\nPriesthood,\n  Levitical ending in Christ, 2:12;\n   of Christ, 2:118.\nProdigal repenting, 1:123.\nProfit and unprofitableness, 1:118; 2:165.\nPromised Messiah born, 1:60, 1:107.\nPromises of the covenant, 1:9, 1:39, 1:107; see scripture;\n   and truth of God unchangeable, 1:139;\n   our security, 2:40, 2:60, 2:69.\nProphecies\n   and types of Christ, 2:135;\n   and inspiration, 2:151.\nProsperity\n   and adversity, 1:5;\n   vain, 2:56, 2:101.\nProtection\n   from spiritual enemies, 2:82;\n   of the church, 1:8, 1:22, 1:23; see Church.\nProvidence, 2:46;\n   executed by Christ, 1:1;\n   over afflictions and death, 1:83;\n   its darkness, 2:109;\n   prosperous and afflictive, 1:5.\nProvisions, see Gospel, Lord's Table.\nPublic ordinances, see Worship.\nPublican and Pharisee, 1:131.\nPunishment for sin, see Hell, 1:100, 1:118.\n\n\nRace, Christian, 1:48.\nReason\n   Feeble, 2:87;\n   carnal, humbled, 1:11, 1:12.\nReconciliation to God in Christ, 2:148.\nRecovery from sickness, 1:55.\nRedemption\n   in Christ, 1:97, 1:98;\n   and protection, 2:82;\n   by price, 3:4;\n   and by power, 2:29;\n   see Christ.\nRegeneration, 1:95; 2:130; see Election, Adoption, Sanctification.\nReligion\n   Neglected, 2:32;\n   vain without love, 1:134;\n   Christianity, the excellency of it, 2:131;\n   revealed, see Gospel, Scripture.\nRemembrance of Christ, 3:6.\nRepentance\n   from God's goodness and patience, 2:74, 2:105;\n   and humiliation, 1:87;\n   at the cross of Christ, 2:9, 2:106;\n   and impenitence, 2:125;\n   gives joy to heaven, 1:101.\nRepenting prodigal, 1:123.\nResignation, see Submission.\nResurrection, 1:6; 2:102, 110; see Death, Christ, heaven.\nRetirement and meditation, 2:122.\nReturns and backslidings, 2:20.\nRevelation of Christ, see Gentile, Gospel.\nRevenge and love, 1:130.\nRich sinner dying, 1:24; 2:56.\nRiches, their vanity, 2:56, 2:101.\nRighteousness\n   And strength in Christ, 1:84; 1:85, 1:97; 1:98;\n   of Christ valuable, 1:109;\n   our robe, 1:7, 2:20;\n   and self-righteousness, 1:131;\n   our own insufficient, 2:154.\n\n\nSabbath delightful, 2:14.\nSacrament, see Baptism, Lord's Supper.\nSacrifice\n   of Christ, 2:142;\n   and intercession, 2:118.\nSafety of the church, 1:8, 1:39; 2:64, 2:92.\nSaints, see Church, Spiritual;\n   God their avenger, 2:115;\n   and hypocrites, 1:136, 1:140;\n   their example, 2:140;\n   characters of them, 1:143;\n   in the hands of Christ, 1:138;\n   security, 2:64;\n   beloved in Christ, 1:54;\n   adopted, 1:64;\n   death and burial, 2:3;\n   in glory, 1:40, 1:41;\n   communion, 3:2.\nSalvation, 2:88;\n   of the worst sinners, 1:104;\n   by grace, 1:111;\n   in Christ, 1:137;\n   see Christ, Cross, Grace, Heaven, Light, Redeem, Righteousness.\nSanctification,\n   Justification, and glory, 1:3;\n   and pardon, 1:9;\n   through faith, 2:90.\nSatan\n   and Christ at enmity, 1:107;\n   his various temptations, 2:156, 2:157;\n   conquered by Christ, 2:89;\n   see Devil.\nScripture, 1:53; 2:119; see Gospel.\nSea under the dominion of God, 2:70.\nSealing and witnessing Spirit, 1:144.\nSecure and awakened sinner, 1:115.\nSecurity in the promises, 2:40, 2:60, 2:69.\nSeeking after Christ, 1:67, 1:71.\nSelf-righteousness, 1:131;\n   Insufficient, 2:154;\nSense assisting our faith, 2:141.\nSensual delights dangerous, 2:10, 2:11, 2:48.\nSerpent, brazen, 1:112.\nShepherd, Christ and his pastures, 1:67.\nShortness, frailty, and misery of life, 2:32, 2:39, 2:58.\nSickness and recovery, 1:55.\nSight\n   of God mortifies us to the world, 2:41;\n   of Christ beatific, 2:16, 2:75;\n   and faith, 1:110, 1:120; 2:129, 2:145;\n   of Christ makes death easy, 3:14.\nSimeon's song, 1:19; 3:14.\nSin\n   the cause of Christ's death, 2:81;\n   and misery banished from heaven, 1:105; 2:86;\n   original, 1:57;\n   pardoned and subdued, 1:9, 1:104; 2:90;\n   indwelling, 1:115;\n   its power, 1:115; 2:86;\n   the ruin of angels and men 2:24;\n   custom in it, 2:160;\n   folly, madness, and distemper of it, 2:153;\n   conviction of it by the law, 1:115;\n   against the law and gospel, 1:118;\n   crucified, 1:106;\n   deceitfulness of it, 2:150.\nSinai and Sion, 2:152.\nSincerity and hypocrisy, 1:136.\nSinful pleasures forsaken, 2:10, 2:11.\nSinner,\n   the vilest saved, 1:104;\n   and saint's death, 2:2, 2:3, 2:52;\n   invited to Christ, 1:127;\n   excluded heaven, 1:104, 1:105;\n   his death terrible, 1:91; 2:2.\nSinning and repenting, 2:20.\nSloth, spiritual, complained of, 2:25.\nSociety in heaven blessed, 2:53.\nSon equal with the Father, 2:51; see Christ.\nSong\n   of angels, 1:3;\n   of Simeon, 1:19; 3:14;\n   of Zacharias, 1:50;\n   of Moses and the Lamb, 1:49, 1:56;\n   of Hezekiah, 1:55;\n   of Solomon paraphrased, 1:66-78;\n   of the Virgin Mary, 1:60;\n   for November 5th, 2:92.\nSons of God, 1:64, 1:143;\n   elect and new-born, 1:54.\nSorrow, see Repentance;\n   comfort under it, 2:50, 2:69;\n   for the dead, relieved, 2:3.\nSovereignty, 1:86; see Grace, Election, God.\nSoul separate, see Death, Heaven, Hell.\nSpirit\n   breathed after, 1:74;\n   water and blood, 3:9;\n   his offices, 2:133;\n   witnessing and sealing, 1:144;\n   its fruits, 1:102.\nSpiritual\n   enemies, deliverance, 1:47; 2:65, 2:82;\n   warfare, 2:77;\n   pilgrimage, 2:53;\n   apparel, 1:7, 1:20;\n   race, 1:48;\n   sloth and dulness, 2:25, 2:34;\n   joy, 2:73, 2:75;\n   meat, drink, and clothing, 1:7;\n   food, see Feast.\nState of nature and grace, 1:104.\nStorm, see Thunder.\nStrength from heaven, 1:15, 1:32, 1:48;\n   righteousness and pardon in Christ, 1:84, 1:85; 3:24;\nSubmission\n   and deliverance, 1:129;\n   to afflictions, 1:5; 2:109.\nSuccess of the gospel, 1:11, 1:12, 1:119; 2:144.\nSufferings for Christ, 1:102; see Christ;\nSupper of the Lord instituted, 3:1;\n   baptism and preaching, 2:141.\nSupport under trials, 2:50, 2:65.\nSympathy of Christ, 1:125.\n\n\nTable of the Lord, see Lord.\nTemptations,\n   hope under them, 1:139;\n   of the world, 2:101;\n   of the devil, 2:65, 2:156, 2:157;\n   and desertion complained of 2:163.\nTempted, Christ's compassion to them, 1:125.\nTerrors of death to the unconverted, 1:91.\nTestament, new, in the blood of Christ, 3:3.\nThanksgiving\n   for victory, 2:111;\n   for mercies, 2:116;\n   national, 2:1.\nThrone of Grace, see Grace.\nThunderer, God, 2:62.\nTime\n   redeemed, 1:88;\n   ours, and eternity God's, 2:67.\nTree of life, 3:8;\n   and river of love, 3:20;\nTrials on earth, and hope of heaven, 2:63.\nTrinity praised, 3:26-41.\nTriumph\n   over death, 1:6; 2:110;\n   of faith in Christ, 1:14;\n   at a feast, 3:21;\n   of Christ over our enemies, 1:82.\nTrust, see Faith.\nTruth and promises of God unchangeable, 1:139; 2:60, 2:69.\nTypes, 2:12;\n   and prophecies of Christ, 2:135.\n\nUnbelief\n   and faith, 1:100;\n   punished, 1:118.\nUncharitableness and charity, 1:126.\nUnconverted state, 2:159.\n   death terrible to them, 1:91\nUnfruitfulness, 2:165.\nUnsanctified affections, 2:165.\nUnseen things, faith in them, 1:120\n\n\nVain prosperity, 2:56, 2:101.\nValue of Christ and his righteousness, 1:109.\nVanity\n   and mortality of man, 1:82;\n   of youth, 1:89, 1:90;\n   of the creatures, 2:146.\nVictory,\n   a thanksgiving for it, 2:111\n   over death, 1:17;\n   sin and sorrow, 1:14;\n   of Christ over Satan, 1:58; 2:89;\n   see Enemies.\nVirtues,\n   Christian, 2:161;\n   see Holiness, Love, Saints, Spiritual.\n\n\nWandering\n   affections, 2:20;\n   thoughts in worship, 1:136.\nWarfare, Christian, 2:77.\nWater, the Spirit, and the blood, 3:9.\nWeak saints encouraged\n   by Christ, 1:125;\n   by the church, 1:126.\nWeakness our own, and Christ our strength, 1:15.\nWisdom\n   and power of God in Christ crucified, 3:10;\n   carnal humbled, 1:11, 1:12.\nWitnessing and sealing Spirit, 1:144.\nWord of God, 1:53;\n   preached, 1:10, 1:119;\n   see Gospel, Scripture.\nWorld,\n   crucifixion to it by the cross, 3:7;\n   the temptations of it, 2:101;\n   its ends, 2:164;\n   mortification to it by the sight of God, 2:41;\n   its creation, 2:147;\n   and preservation, 2:13.\nWorship of heaven\n   humble, 2:68;\n   profitable, 2:123;\n   condescended to by God, 2:45;\n   Christ present at it, 1:66; 2:15, 2:16; 3:15;\n   accepted through Christ, 2:36, 2:37;\n   formality in it, 1:136;\n   delightful, 2:14, 2:15, 2:16, 2:42.\nWrath and mercy of God, 1:42; 2:80; see God, Hell.\n\n\nYoke of Christ easy, 1:127.\nYouth,\n   its vanities, 1:89, 1:90;\n   advised, 1:91.\n\n\nZacharia's song, and John's message, 1:50.\nZeal\n   in the Christian race, 1:48; 2:129;\n   and love, 1:14;\n   for the gospel, 1:103; 2:3;\n   the want of it, 2:25;\n   against sin, 2:106;\n   for God, 2:116.\nZion, her glory and defence, 2:64;\n\n\n\nA TABLE of the Scriptures that are Turned into Verse.\n\nIn the First Book.\n\nGenesis\n3:1, 15, 17 - Hymn 1:107\n17:1 - Hymn 1:113\n17:7, 10 - Hymn 1:121\n22:6 &c. - Hymn 1:129\n\nJob\n1:21 - Hymn 1:5\n3:14, 15 - Hymn 1:94\n4:17, 21 - Hymn 1:82\n5:6, 7, 8 - Hymn 1:83\n9:2, 10 - Hymn 1:86\n14:4 - Hymn 1:57\n29:25, 26, 27 - Hymn 1:6\n\nPsalms\n3:5, 6 - Hymn 1:80\n4:8 - Hymn 1:80\n19:5, 8 - Hymn 1:79\n49:6, 9 - Hymn 1:24\n51:5 - Hymn 1:57\n73:24, 25 - Hymn 1:70\n139:23, 24 - Hymn 1:136\n143:8 - Hymn 1:80\n147:19, 20 - Hymn 1:53\n\nProverbs\n8:1, 22, 32 - Hymn 1:92\n8:34, 36 - Hymn 1:93\n\nEcclesiastes\n8:8 - Hymn 1:24\n9:4, 5, 6, 10 - Hymn 1:88\n9:9 - Hymns 1:89 and 1:90\n\nSong of Solomon\n1:2-5, 12, 17 - Hymn 1:66\n1:7 - Hymn 1:67\n2:1,2,3 &c. - Hymn 1:68\n2:8, 9 &c. - Hymn 1:96\n3:14, 16, 17 - Hymn 1:70\n3:1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - Hymn 1:71\n3:2 - Hymn 1:72\n4:1, 7, 11 - Hymn 1:73\n4:12, 14, 15 - Hymn 1:74\n5:1 - Hymn 745:9-16 - Hymn 1:75\n6:1, 2, 3, 12 - Hymn 1:76\n7:5, 6, 9 12, 13 - Hymn 1:77\n8:5, 8, 14 - Hymn 1:78\n\nIsaiah\n5:2, 7, 10 - Hymn 1:10\n9:2, 6, 7 - Hymn 1:13\n26L1, 2 &c. - Hymn 1:8\n24:8, 20 - Hymn 1:30\n38:9 &c. - Hymn 1:55\n40:27, 28 &c. - Hymns 1:32 and 1:48\n45:7 - Hymn 1:81\n45:21, 25 - Hymns 1:84 and 1:85\n49:13, 14 &c. - Hymn 1:39\n53:1-5, 10-12 - Hymn 1:141\n53:6, 9, 12 - Hymn 1:142\n55:1, 2 &c. - Hymns 1:7 and 1:9\n57:15, 16 - Hymn 1:87\n61:10 - Hymn 1:20\n63:1, 2, 3 &c. - Hymn 1:28\n63:4, 5, 6, 7 - Hymn 1:29\n65:20 - Hymn 1:91\n\nLamentations\n3:23 - Hymn 1:81\n\nEzekiel\n36:25 &c. - Hymn 1:9\n\nMicah\n7:19 - Hymn 1:9\n\nNahum\n1:1, 2, 3 &c. - Hymn 1:24\n\nZechariah\n13:1 - Hymn 1:9\n\nMatthew\n3:9 - Hymn 1:99\n5:3, 12 - Hymn 1:102\n11:28, 30 - Hymn 1:127\n12:20 - Hymn 1:125\n13:16, 17 - Hymn 1:10\n21:9 - Hymn 1:16\n22:37, 40 - Hymn 1:116\n28:18, &c. - Hymn 1:128\n28:19 - Hymn 1:52\n\nMark\n10:14 - Hymn 1:113\n16:15 &c. Hymn 1:128\n\nLuke\n1:30 &c. - Hymn 1:3\n1:46 &c. - Hymn 1:60\n1:68 - Hymn 1:50\n2:10 &c. - Hymn 1:3\n2:27 - Hymn 1:19\n10:21, 22 - Hymns 1:11 and 1:12\n15:7, 10 - Hymn 1:101\n15:13 &c. - Hymn 1:123\n18:10 &c. - Hymn 1:131\n19:38, 40 - Hymn 1:16\n\nJohn\n1:1, 3, 14 - Hymn 1:42\n1:13 - Hymn 1:95\n1:17 - Hymn 1:118\n1:29, 32 - Hymn 1:50\n3:3 &c. - Hymn 1:95\n3:14, 16 - Hymn 1:112\n3:16, 17, 18 - Hymn 1:100\n4:24 - Hymn 1:136\n10:28, 29 - Hymn 1:107\n\nActs\n2:38 - Hymn 1:52\n16:14, 15, 33 - Hymn 1:121\n\nRomans\n3:19, 22 - Hymn 1:94\n5:12 &c. - Hymns 1:57 and 1:124\n6:1, 2 6 - Hymn 1:106\n6:3, 4 &c. - Hymn 1:122\n7:8, 9, 14, 24 - Hymn 1:115\n8:14, 16 - Hymn 1:144\n8:33 &c. - Hymn 1:14\n9:21, 22 &c. - Hymn 1:117\n11:16, 17 - Hymn 1:114\n14:17, 19 - Hymn 1:126\n15:8, 9, 12 - Hymn 1:113\n\n1 Corinthians\n1:23, 24 - Hymn 1:119\n1:26, 3 - Hymn 1:96\n1:39 - Hymns 1:97 and 1:98\n2:9, 10 - Hymn 1:105\n3:6, 7 - Hymn 1:119\n6:10, 11 - Hymn 1:104\n10:32 - Hymn 1:126\n13:1, 2, 3 - Hymn 1:134\n13:2, 3, 7, 13 - Hymn 1:183\n15:55 &c. - Hymn 1:1\n\n2 Corinthians\n2:16 - Hymn 1:119\n5:1, 5, 8 - Hymn 1:110\n12:7, 9, 10 - Hymn 1:15\n\nGalatians\n4:4 - Hymn 1:107\n4:6 - Hymn 1:64\n\nEphesians\n1:3 &c. - Hymn 1:54\n1:13, 14 - Hymn 1:144\n3:9, 10 - Hymn 1:2\n3:16 &c. - Hymn 1:135\n4:30 &c. - Hymn 1:130\n\nPhilippians\n2:2 - Hymn 1:130\n3:7, 8, 9 - Hymn 1:109\n\nColossians\n1:16 - Hymn 1:2\n2:15 - Hymn 1:107\n\n2 Timothy\n1:9, 10 - Hymn 1:137\n1:12 - Hymn 1:103\n3:15, 16 - Hymn 1:53\n4:6, 7, 8, 18 - Hymn 1:27\n\nTitus\n2:10, 13 - Hymn 1:132\n3:3, 7 - Hymn 1:111\n\nHebrews\n1:1 - Hymn 1:53\n3:3, 5, 6 - Hymn 1:111\n4:15, 16 - Hymn 1:125\n5:7 - Hymn 125\n6:17, 19 - Hymn 1:139\nChapter 7 - Hymn 1:145\nChapter 9 - Hymn 1:145\n10:28, 29 - Hymn 1:118\n11:1, 3, 8, 10 - Hymn 1:120\n\n1 Peter\n1:3, 4, 5 - Hymn 1:26\n1:8 - Hymn 1:108\n\n1 John\n3:1 &c. - Hymn 1:64\n\nJude\nVerses 24 and 25 - Hymn 1:51\n\nRevelation\n1:5, 6, 7 - Hymn 1:61\n5:6, 8, 12 - Hymns 1:1 and 1:25\n5:11-13 - Hymns 1:62 and 1:63\n7:13 &c. - Hymns 1:40 and 1:41\n11.15 - Hymn 1:65\n12:7 - Hymn 1:58\n14:13 - Hymn 1:18\n15:3 - Hymns 1:49 and 1:56\n16:19 - Hymn 1:56\n17:6 - Hymn 1:56\n18:20, 21 - Hymn 1:59\n21:1, 2, 3, 4 - Hymn 1:21\n21:5, 6, 7, 8 - Hymn 1:45\n21:27 - Hymn 1:105\n\n\nIn the Third Book.\n\nLuke\n2:28 - Hymn 3:14\n14:16 - Hymn 3:12\n14:17, 23 - Hymn 3:13\n22:19 - Hymn 3:6\n\nJohn\n6:31, 35, 39 - Hymn 3:5\n14:3 - Hymn 3:6\n16:16 - Hymn 3:6\n\n1 Corinthians\n10:16, 17 - Hymn 3:2\n11:23 &c. - Hymn 3:1\n\nGalatians\n4:14 - Hymn 3:7\n\n1 John\nVerse 6 - Hymn 3:9","title":"Hymns and Spiritual Songs","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":60862}