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PREFACE.

EARLY in the year 1740, John Wesley supplied a brief account of himself for insertion in a new and enlarged edition of Wood’s Athene Oxo- niensts. In that document he states that he published a Collection of Psalms and. Hymns in 1736, a statement which until lately was very perplexing. It was known that he had pub- lished a book with this title at London in 1738, shortly after his return from America; but he did not describe that publication as a second edition, and he superseded it by another with the same title three years afterwards. The book of 1738 has now almost disappeared, only two or three copies of it being known to exist ; but that of 1736 had neither been seen nor heard of until a few months since, when a copy | came into the possession of Mr. Brooke, of Rich- mond Road, Hackney. This unique volume he has kindly permitted the Methodist Book Committee to reprint in facsimile, and thus conferred a great obligation on that large and increasing number of persons who are interested in the hymnology of Methodism.

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A comparison of the three publications bearing the same title leaves no room to doubt that they are the work of the same man, though he only avows himself on the title of the third, which bears date 1741. In 1743 he issued a new edition of the book of 1741, which he called the “Second Edition enlarged,” thus ignoring the books of 1736 and 1738 altogether, and numbering the subsequent editions (of which there were many) accordingly. These enlarged editions bore the names of the two brothers ; Mr. Charles contributing psalms versified by himself to supersede several of those selected by his brother for the earlier publications, and adding others. There is not space here for a further discussion of the subject; but those who wish for fuller information may find it in vol. iii. of the Collected Poetical Works of Fohn and Charles Wesley, or in the Record of Methodist Literature, pp. 3, 4, where the contents of the books published in 1738 and 1741 are specified, and the means of comparing all the three col- lections are furnished.

It has been supposed that this collection of Psalms and Hymns was the first published in our language; so that in this provision for the improvement of public worship, as in many other improvements which have sincé been generally adopted, Wesley led the way. But this question, however interesting, is too large

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to be considered here. It is more to our pur- pose to observe that the present volume having been published while the compiler was, to use his own phrase, “a missioner in Georgia,” strikingly illustrates his care to provide for the spiritual wants of those committed to his care ; his earnest and serious temper; and his pro- minent ecclesiasticism. The three divisions into Psalms and Hymns for Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday, the first including such as were proper for general worship, while those for Wednesday and Friday are occupied with con- fession and humiliation, and those for Saturday with praise to God especially considered as the Creator of the Universe, bespeak a strict regard to those usages of a remote antiquity to which he then attached a very exaggerated importance. It is pleasant, however, to note that the foolish bigotry which led him to refuse the Lord’s Supper to a Lutheran minister did not prevent him from availing himself of the invaluable Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts, which make more than one-third of the whole number con- tained in this little volume. The student will also be interested in observing the variations in the translations from the German as given here (particularly No. xvi) and in the author’s subsequent publications; and the attempt to present in a form fit for singing the noble “Hymn of Eupolis,” which, whether original

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or translated, stamps the father of the Wesleys a true poet, and of which his son John was so justly proud. In reference to this document, Dr. Clarke’s Wesley Family (Works, 12mo, vol. ii.) may be consulted ‘with advantage. The first Methodists at Oxford sung Psalms in proportion to their earnestness in religion ; when they declined, and shrank from the re- proach of serious godliness, the psalm singing in their little meetings was given up. After their ‘day of Pentecost had come,” at Whitsun- tide, 1738, the habit of singing was revived, as the biographies abundantly testify. And when hundreds more had their lips opened by the sense of pardoning mercy obtained under the preaching of the two brothers, the revival of singing in England became very marked and general, and Tune-books as well as Hymn-books came into request. John Wesley supplied his people with four, and appears to have permitted, if he did not encourage, the use of two others. Of these four, the first, which has long been extremely rare, is now reprinted to accompany the first Hymn-book. When it originally ap- peared, the once solitary “ missioner in Georgia ” had become a very popular clergyman in London, followed by large congregations, and occupying one place of worship, if no more. He had also published more than one volume of Hymns (in addition to the Collection of Psalms and Hymns

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already spoken of), and some of these in metres which were not then commonly used in England. So his little Collection of Tunes would be highly serviceable, if not absolutely necessary; and his characteristic love of the poor, and desire for their improvement, are seen in providing them with more than forty tunes for sixpence. That all might learn to sing, he printed only the melody, leaving the harmony to be supplied by the moré skilful; and as he determined that neither ignorance nor poverty should stand in the way of improvement, he afterwards published, at the price of a penny, an Introduction to Vocal Music adapted to general use. How useful these several publications were in building up the United Societies in the joy of faith we must not stop to consider ; but we may not omit to notice the high character of many of the com- positions which he thus circulated, and which have retained their hold on the public taste to this day; and the sober and devout style of singing which he sought to encourage. What was boisterous and rude received no counte- nance either from the teaching or the example of the founder of Methodism, whose motto might well have been— ‘© Who know His power, His grace who prove, Serve Him with awe, with reverence love.”

The subjoined list of Errata, though long,

may not be quite complete, but will be readily

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excused by the candid reader, a fac-simile re- print not admitting of corrections of the press. The number and character of the printer’s mistakes suggests the probability of the book being printed without the personal superin- tendence of Wesley, whose proverbial accuracy must have been sorely tried by the sight of the book when it came into his hands.

G. OSBORN.

ERRATA.

The date on the title page is 1737, which disagrees with the Author’s date (Outlines of Wesleyan Biblio- graphy, p. 212).

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For Sunday. I. ' Palm XXXII.

1 V3 holy Souls, in God rejoice,

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Your Maker’s Praife becomes your Voice: Great is your Theme. your Songs be tiew Sing of his Name, his Word, his Ways, His Works of Nature and of Grace, How wife and holy, juft and tre :

2 Juftice and Truth he.ever loves,

And the whole Earth his Goodnes proves ; His Word the heavenly Arches {pread : How wide they fhine from North to South! And by the Spirit of his Mouth Were all the Starry Armies made.

3 Thou gathereft the wide- flowing Seas ;

Thofe watry Treafurcs know their Place In the vaft Store-houfe of the Deep :

He fpake, and gave all Nature Birth ,

Ard Fires and Seas znd Heaven and Earth His everlafting Orders keep.

4 Let Mortals tremble and adore

A GOD of fach rehiftlefs Power, Nor dare indulge their feeble Rage : Vain are your Thoughts and weak yous Hands, Byt his eternal Counfcl ftands, And rules the World He Age te Age. ie . : - 2

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II. Pfalm XLVI.

I ee God fupreme our Hope depends, Whofe omniprefent Sight Even to the pathlefs Realms extends Of uncreated Night.

2 Plung’d in the Abyfs of deep Diftrefs To him we rais’d our Cry: His Mercy bad our Sorrows ceafe And fill’d our Tongue with Joy.

3 Tho’ Earth her ancient Seat forfake, By Pangs convulfive torn, Tho’ her felf-ballanc’d Fabrick fhake And ruin’d Nature mourn :

4 Tho’ Hills be in the Ocean loft With all their trembling Load, No Fear fhall e’er difturb the Juft, Or fhake his Truft in God.

5 Nations remote and Realms unknown In vain refift his Sway ; For lo! Jehovah’s Voice is fhewn And Earth fhall melt away.

6 Let War’s devouring Surges rife And {well on every fide: The Lord of Hofts our Safeguard is, And Jacob’s God our Guide.

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Pfalm XLVI.

I O For a Shout of facred Joy To God the fovereign King ! Let

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Let every Land their Tongues employ, And Hymns of Triumph fing.

Fefus our God afcends on high; His heavenly Guards around

Attend him rifing through the Sky, With Trumpet’s joyful Sound.

While Angels fhout and praife their King, Let Mortals learn their Strains :

Let all the Earth his Honours fing ; O’er all the Earth he reigns,

Rehearfe his Praife with Awe profound, Let Knowledge guide the Song.

_Nor mock him with a folemn Sound

Upon a thoughtlefs Tongue. In //rael ftood his ancient Throne, He lov’d that chofen Race ; But now he calls the World his own, And Heathens tafte his Grace. Remoteft Nations are the Lord’s ; There Abraham's God is known: While Powers and Princes, Shields and Swords Bow down before his Throne.

IV. Pfalm C.

Bo Fehovah’s awful Throne,

Ye Nations, bow with facred joy. Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he deftroy.

His fovereign Power without our aid Made us of clay and form’d us Men ; And when like wandring Sheep we ftray’d He brought us to his Fold again. 3 We'll

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3 We'll crowd thy Gates with thankful Songs, High as the Heavens our Voices raife ; And Earth with her Ten Thoufand Tongues Shall fill thy Courts with founding Praife.

4 Wide as the World is thy Command. Vaft as Eternity thy Love: Firm as a Rock thy Truth muft ftand When rolling Years fhall ceafe to move,

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Pfalm CXIII.

I vee Priefts of God, whofe happy Days Are fpent in your Creator’s Praife, Still more and more his Fame exprefs ! Ye pious Worfhippers proclaim With fhouts of Joy his holy Name; Nor fatisfied with praifing, blefs.

2 Let God’s high Praifes ftill refound, Beyond old Times too fcanty bound And thro’ eternal Ages pierce, From where the Sun firft gilds the Streams To where he fets with purpled Beams, Thro’ all the wide ftretch’d Univerfe.

3 The various Tribes of Earth obey Thy awful and imperial Sway ; Nor Earth thy fovereign Power confines ; Above the Sun’s all-chearing Light Above the Stars and far more bright Thy pure effential Glory fhines. 4 What mortal form’d of fading clay, What Native of eternal Day Can with the God of Heaven compare ? Yet Angels round thy glorious Throne Thou

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Thou ftoop’ft to view: nor they alone;

Even Earth-born Men thy Goodnefs fhare. The Poor thou lifteft from the Duft ; ; The Sinner, if in thee he trutft,

From depths of guilt and fhame thou 'lt raife, That he in Peace and Safety plac’d With Power and Love and Wifdom grac’d

May fing aloud his Saviour’s Praife.

To Father, Son and Holy-Ghoft

The God whom Heaven’s triumphant Hoft And fuffering Saints on Earth adore,

Be Glory as in Ages patft,

As now it is and fo fhall laft When Earth and Heaven fhall be no more.

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Ot unto us: We all difclaim: Glory alone to God’s great Name, Whofe Truth fhall stand for ever faft, Whose Love to endlefs Ages laft.

Thou reigneft, Lord, enthroned above ! Yet doft thy humble Sons approve : Thou all Events difpofeft fill ;

For all obey thy fovereign Will.

The filent Dead no Praifes give:

But we who by thy Mercy live,

While we have Breath will Offerings bring, And grateful Hallelujahs fing.

To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, Three in One,

Be Honour, Praife and Glory given,

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VII. Pfalm CXVI.

Thou, who when I.did complain, Didft all my Griefs remove, O Saviour, do not now difdain My humble Praife and Love.

Since thou a pitying Ear didft give And hear me when I pray’d,

T’ll call upon thee while I live, And never doubt thy aid.

Pale Death with all his ghaftly Train My Soul encompatt round,

Anguith and Sin, and Dread and Pain On every fide I found.

To thee, O Lord of Life, I pray’d And did for Succour flee :

O fave (in my Diftrefs I faid) The Soul that trufts in thee!

How good thou art! How large thy Grace! How eafy to forgive!

The helplefs thou delight’ft to raife : And by thy Love I live.

Then, O my Soul, be never more With anxious Thoughts diftreft, God’s bounteous Love doth thee reftore To Eafe and Joy and Reft.

My Eyes no longer drown’d in Tears My Feet from falling free, Redeem’d from Death and guilty Fears O Lord, I'll live to thee! VIII.

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VII. Pfalm CXVII.

b Nations, who the Globe divide, Ye numerous Nations fcatter’d wide,’ To God your grateful Voices raife ; To all his boundlefs Mercies fhewn, His Truth to endlefs Ages known Require our endlefs Love and Praife.

To him who reigns inthron’d on high, To his dear Son, whe deign’d to die, Our Guilt and Errors to remove ; To that bleft Spirit who Grace imparts, Who rules in all believing Hearts, Be ceafelefs Glory, Praise and Love!

IX. Pfalm CXLVL

ji praife my Maker while I’ve Breath

And when my Voice is loft in Death: Praife fhall employ my nobler Powers.

My Days of Praife fhall ne’er be paft

While Life and Thought and Being laft, Or Immortality endures.

Happy the Man whofe hopes rely On //rael’s God:: He made the Sky And Earth and Seas with all their Train: His Truth for ever ftands fecure ; He faves th’ Oppreft; he feeds the Poor, And none {hall find his Promife vain.

The Lord pours Eye-fight on the Blind, The Lord fupports the fainting Mind, He fends the labouring Confcience Peace, B He

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He helps the Stranger in diftrefs, The Widow and the Fatherlefs, And grants the Prifoner fweat Releafe.

4 I'll praife him while he lend’s me Breath, And when my Voice is loft in Death, Praife {hall employ my nobler Powers: My Days of Praife fhall ne’er be patt, While Life and Thought and Being laft, Or Immortality endures,

X. Pfalm CXLVII.

1 ekak ye the Lord: ’Tis good to raife Our Hearts and Voices in his Praife, His Nature and his Works invite To make this Duty our Delight.

2 He form’d the Stars, thofe heavenly Flames He counts their Numbers, calls their Names His Wifdom ’s vaft and knows no Bound,

A deep where all our Thoughts are drown’d.

3 Great is the Lord and great his Might And all his Glory’s infinite He crowns the Meek, rewards the Jutt, And treads the Wicked to the Duft,

4 Sing to the Lord exalt him high, Who fpreads his Clouds around the Sky, There he prepares the fruitful Rain, Nor lets the Drops defcend in vain. 5 He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn And cloathes the fmiling Fields with Corn. The Beafts with Food his Hands fupply And the young Ravens when they cry. 6 What

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6 What is the Creature’s Skill or Force? The fpritely Man or warlike Horfe? The piercing Wit, the active Limb ? All are too mean Delights for him.

7 But Saints are lovely in his Sight He views his Children with Delight : He fees their Hope, he knows their Fear, And looks and loves his Image there.

8 Praife God from whom all Bleffings flow. Praife him all Creatures here below : Praife him above, ye heavenly Hoft Praife Father, Son and Holy Ghoft.

XI. Hymn to God the Father.

I Ail, Father, whofe creating Call Unnumber’d Worlds attend, ¥ chovah, comprehending all, Whom none can comprehend !

2 In Light unfearchable inthron’d Which Angels dimly fee ; The Fountain of the God-head own’d And foremoft of the Three.

3 From thee thro’ an eternal Now, The Son, thine Offspring, flow’d ; An everlafting Father thou, As everlasting God.

4 Nor quite difplay’d to Worlds above, Nor quite on Earth conceal’d : By wondrous, unexhaufted Love To mortal Man reveal’d : B2 5 Supreme

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When Nature fhall expire And Worlds created by thy Nod Shall perith by thy Fire,

Thy Name $ehouah be ador’d By Creatures without End, Whom none but thy effential Word And Spirit comprehend.

XII. Hyman to God the Son.

H4 God the Son, in Glory crown’d E’er Time began to be,

Thron’d with thy Sire thro’ half the Round Of wide Eternity !

Let Heaven and Earth’s ftupendous Frame Difplay their Author’s Power,

And each exalted Seraph Flame, Creator, thee adore !

Thy wondrous Love the God-head fhew’d Contracted to a Span,

The Co-eternal Son of God, The mortal Son of Man.

To fave Mankind from loft Eftate, Behold his Life-Blood Stream !

Hail, Lord Almighty to create ! Almighty to redeem !

The Mediator’s Godlike fway, His Church beneath fuftains :

. Till Nature fhall her Judge furvey

The King Jefiah reigns. 6 Hail

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6 Hail with effential Glory crown’d

When time fhall ceafe to be,

Thron’d with the Father thro’ the Round Of whole Eternity !

XIII. . Hymn to God the Holy-Ghoft.

I H4i Holy-Ghoft, ¥ehovah, Third In order of the Three; Sprung from the Father and the Word From all Eternity.

2 Thy Spirit brooding o’er th’ Abyfs Of firmlefs Waters lay, Spoke into Order all that is, And Darknefs into Day.

3 In deepeft Hell or Heavens height Thy Prefence who can fly ? Known is the Father to thy Sight, Th’ Abyfs of Deity.

4 Thy Power thro’ $e/us’s Life difplay’d Quite from the Virgin’s Womb, Dying his Soul an offering made, And rais’d him from the Tomb.

5 God’s Image which our Sins deftroy Thy Grace reftores below. And Truth and Holinefs and Joy From thee, their Fountain, flow.

6 Hail, Holy Ghoft, ¥chovah, third In order of the Three, Sprung from the Father and the Word From all Eternity. XIV.

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XIV. Hymn to the Trinity.

I H* Holy, Holy, Holy Lord! Be endlefs Praife to thee! Supreme, effential One, ador’d In Co-eternal Three.

2 Inthron’d in everlafting State E’er Time its Round began, Who join’d in Council to create The Dignity of Man.

3 To whom //aiah’s Vifion fhew’d The Seraphs veil their Wings, While thee, ¥ehovah, Lord and God Th’ angelick Army fings.

4 To thee by Myftick Powers on high Were humble Praifes given, When ¥ohz beheld with favour’d Eye Th’ Inhabitants of Heaven.

5 All that the Name of Creature owns To thee in Hymns afpire : May we as Angels on our Thrones For ever join the Choir ! 6 Hail, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord! Be endlefs Praife to thee ; Supreme, effential One, ador’d In Co-eternal Three ;

XV. God’s Eternity.

I Ife, o my Soul and leave the Ground, Stretch all thy Thoughts abroad, ' And

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And roufe up every tuneful Sound To praife th’ eternal God.

2 Long e’er the lofty Skies were fpread Fehovah fill’d his Throne ; E’er Adam form’d or Angels made The Maker liv’d alone.

3 Thy boundlefs Years can ne’er decreafe, But ftill maintain their Prime, Eternity’s thy dwelling place, And £ver is thy time.

4 While like a Tide our Minutes flow, The prefent and the patt, He fills his own immortal Now And fees our Ages watt.

5 The Sea and Sky mutt perifh too And vaft deftruction come ; The Creatures, look how old they grow }. And wait their fiery doom.

6 Well, let the Sea waft all away, And Flame melt down the Skies, My God fhall live an endlefs Day, When th’ old Creation dies.

XVI. From the German.

I O God, thou bottomlefs Abyfs, Thee to perfection who can know? O Height immenfe! What Words fuffice Thy countlefs Attributes to fhew! Unfathomable Depths thou art ! I plunge me in thy Mercies Sea ; Void of true Wifdom is my Heart : e.. it

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With love embrace and cover me. While thee, All-infinite, I fet Before my ravifh’d Eye, My weaknefs bends beneath the Weight : I fink, I faint, I die!. 2 Eternity thy Fountain was, Which like thee, no beginning knew ; Thou waft e’er Time began his Race, E’er glow’d with Stars th’ eternal Blew. Greatnefs unfpeakable is thine Greatnefs whofe undiminifh’d Ra When fhort-liv’d Worlds are loft, fhall thine, When Earth and Heaven are fled away. Unchangeable, all perfect Lord, Of Life the boundlefs Sea, What lives and moves, lives by thy Word What is, is all from thee! 3 Thy Parent Hand, thy forming Skill Firm fixt this universal Chain : Elfe empty, barren darknefs ftill Had held his unmolefted Reign. Whate’er in Earth, or Sea, or Sky Or fhuns or meets the wandring Thought Efcapes or ftrikes the fearching Eye, By thee was to perfection brought. High is thy Power above all Height : Whate’er thou will’ft is done: Thy Wifdom equal to thy Might Only to thee is known. : 4 Heaven’s Glory is thy awful Throne Yet Earth partakes thy gracious Sway ; Vain Man! Thy Wifdom, Folly own: Loft is thy Reafon’s feeble Ray. What his dim Eye cou’d never fee Is plain and naked to thy Sight ; What

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What thickeft Darknefs veil’s, to thee Shines clearly as the Morning Light. In Light thou dwell’ft: Light that no fhade No changes ever knew: And Heaven above and Hell beneath Are open to thy View.

Thou, true and only God, lead’ft forth Th’ immortal Armies of the Sky : Thou laugh’ft to fcorn the Gods of Earth ; Thou thunder’ft, and amaz’d they fly. With down caft Eye th’ angelic Choir Appear before thy awful Face, Trembling they {trike the golden Lyre And thro’ Heav’ns Vault refound thy Praife. In Earth, Air, Skies, in all thou art: Creation feels thy Nod, Whofe Hand impreft on every Part The Image of its God. .

Thine, Lord, is Wifdom, thine alone ; Juftice and Truth before thee ftand: Yet nearer to thy facred Throne

Mercy withholds thy lifted Hand.

Each Evening fhews thy tender Love, Each rifing Morn thy plenteous Grace ; Thy waken’d Wrath doth flowly move, Thy willing Mercy flies a Pace.

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This Light, this Breath we owe; And all we have, and all we are, From thee, great Fountain, flow.

Parent of Good, thy bounteous Hand

Inceffant Bleffings down diftills,

And all in Air, or Sea, or Land .

With plenteous Food and Gladnefs fills. Cc All

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All things in thee, live, move and are

Thy Power infus’d does all fuftain ;

Even thofe thy daily Favours fhare

Who thanklefs fpurn thy eafy Reign.

Thy Sun thou bid’ft his genial Ray On all impartial pour ;

To all who hate or blefs thy Sway Thou fend’ft the fruitful Show’r.. :

Yet while at length, who fcorn’d thy Might Shall feel thee a confuming Fire,

How {weet the Joys, the Crown how bright Of thofe who to thy Love afpire !

All Creatures praife th’ eternal Name

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Cherubick Quires, feraphick Flames, Awake the everlafting Song. Thrice Holy, thine the Kingdom is, Th’ almighty Power is thine, And when created Nature dies Thy ceafelefs Glories fhine.

XVII. Hymn to Chritft.

E SU, behold the Wife from far, Led to thy Cradle by a Star Bring Gifts to thee, their God and: King: O guide us by thy Light, that we The Way may find, and fo to thee Our Hearts, our ‘all for Tribute bring.

Fefu, the pure, the fpotlefs Lamb, Who to the Temple humbly came, » Duteous the legal Rights to pay, O make our proud, our ftubborn Will

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All thy Wife, gracious Laws fulfill, What e’er rebellous Nature fay.

4 Feu, who on the fatal Wood Pour’dft forth thy Lifes laft drop of Blood Nail’d to th’ accurfed fhameful Crofs : O may we blefs thy Love, and be Ready, dear Lord, to bear for thee All Shame, all Grief, all Pain, all Lofs!

4 Fefu, who by thine own Love flain, By thine own Power took’ft Life again And Conqueror from the Grave did’ft rife, O may thy Death our Hearts revive, ~ And at our Death a new Life give, A glorious Life that never dies. 5 Fefu, who to thy Heaven again Return’dft in triumph, there to reign Of Men and Angels fovereign King, O may our parting Souls take flight Up to that Land of Joy and Light And there for ever grateful fing, 6 All Glory to the facred Three, One undivided Deity, All Honour, Power and Love and Praife 5 Still may thy bleffed Name fhine bright In beams of uncreated Light Crown’d with its own eternal Rays,

XVIII. ‘ Adoption. I BEhold what wondrous Grace The Father hath beftow’d On Sinners of a mortal Race, © To call them Sons of God ! C2 2 Nor

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2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we fhall be made But when we fee our Saviour here We fhall be like our Head

3 Lord, arm us with this Hope All Trials to endure : O purge our Souls from Senfe and Sin, As thou our God art pure.

4 If in my Father’s Love I fhare filial Part, Show’r down thy Influence, holy Dove, And reft upon my Heart.

5 We wou’d no longer lie Like Slaves beneath thy Throne: O let us Adda, Father, cry And thou the Kindred own !

XIX. The Chriftian Race.

I Wake our Souls (away our Fears, Let every trembling Thought be gone) Awake, and run the heavenly Race And put a chearful Courage on.

2 True, ’tis a ftreight and thorny Road, And mortal Spirits tire and faint : But we forget the mighty God, That feeds the Strenght of every Saint. |

3 O mighty God thy matchlefs Power Is ever new, and ever young, And firm endures while endlefs Years Their everlafting Circles run.

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Our Souls fhall drink a freth Supply : While fuch as truft their native Strength Shall melt away and droop and die.

Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air

We'll mount aloft to thine Abode ; On Wings of Love our Souls fhall fly Nor tire amid’ft the heavenly Road !

XX. Praife.

O King of Glory, King of Peace, Thee only will I love ;

Thee that my Love may never ceafe Inceffant will I move.

For thou haft granted my. Requett, For thou my Cries haft heard ;

Mark’d all the Workings of my Breaft, And haft in Mercy f{par’d.

Therefore with all my Strength and Art Thy Mercy will I fing:

To thee the Tribute of my Heart My Soul, my all Ibring.

What tho’ my Sins againft me cried Thou did’ft the Sinner fpare :

In vain th’ Accufer loud replied ; For Love had charm’d thy Ear.

The feven whole Days, not one in feven, Unwearied will I praife,

And in my Heart as in thy Heaven Thy Throne triumphant raife.

Soften’d and vanquifh’d by my Tears Thou coud’st no more withftand, But

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But when ftern Juftice call’d for Fears Difarm’d her lifted Hand; 7 Small is it in this humble fort Thy Mercy’s Fame, to raife ; For even Eternity’s too fhort To utter all thy Praife!

Pc Chrift’s Humiliation and Exaltation. I W 7 Hat equal Honours fhall we bring To thee o Lord, our God the Lamb ? Since all the Notes that Angels fing Are far inferior to thy Name. 2 Worthy is he that once was flain, The Prince of Peace that groan’d and died, Worthy to rife and live and reign At his Almighty Father’s Side. 3 Power and Dominion are his due Who ftood condemn’d at Pr/ate’s Bar : Wifdom belongs to ¥e/ws too, Tho’ he was charg’ d with Madnefs here. 4 Honour immortal muft be paid Inftead of Scandal and of Scorn, While Glory fhines around this Head, And a bright Crown without a Thorn. 5 Blefiings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curfe for wretched Men ! Let Angels found his facred Name, And every Creature fay, Amen.

XXII,

Hymn to the Holy-Ghoft.

1 Cone! holy Spirit, fend down thofe Beams Which gently flow in filent Streams From

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From thy eternal Throne above: Come thou enricher of the Poor, Thou bounteous fource of a!l our Store, Fill us with Faith and Hope and Love.

Come thou, our Soul’s delightful Guetft, The wearied Pilgrim’s fweeteft reft,

The fainting Sufferer’s beft relief: Come thou, our Paffions cool allay ; Thy Comfort wipes all Tears away,

And turns to Peace all Joy and Grief.

Lord, wafh our finful Stains away,

Water from Heaven our barren Clay, Our Sicknefs cure, our Bruifes heal :

To thy fweet Yoke our ftiff Necks bow,

Warm with thy Fire our Hearts of Snow, And there enthron’d for ever dwell.

All Glory to the facred Three One everlafting Deity, All Love and Power and Might and Praife; As at the firft, e’er time begun, ‘May the fame Homage ftill be done When Earth and Heaven itfelf decays,

XXIII. The Offices of Chritt.

WE blefs the Prophet of the Lord, That comes with Truth and Grace ; Fefus, thy Spirit and thy Word Shall lead us in thy Ways. We rev’rence our high Prieft above ; Who offer’d up his Blood : Live, Lord, and carry on thy Love By pleading with our God. 3 We

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3 We honour our exalted King ; How {weet are thy Commands! O Guard our Souls from Hell and Sin In thy Almighty Hands. 4 Hofannah to thy glorious Name Who fav’ft by different Ways ! Thy Mercies lay a fovereign Claim To our immortal Praife.

XCEL. Hymn for Sunday. |

I Bow we come, dear Lord, to thee And bow before thy Throne, We come to offer all our Vows, Our Souls to thee alone.

2 What e’er we have, what e’er we are, Thy Bounty freely gave : Thou doft us here in Mercy fpare, And wilt hereafter fave.

3 But o! can all our Store afford No better Gifts for thee ? Thus we confefs thy Riches, Lord, And thus our Poverty.

4 ’Tis not our Tongues or Knees can pay The mighty Debt we owe : Far more we fhou’d, than we can fay, Far lower fhou’d we bow.

5 Come then my Soul, bring all thy Powers And grieve thou haft no more, Bring every Day thy choiceft Hours And thy great God adore. 6 But above all prepare thy Heart On this his own bleft Day, In

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In it’s fweet Task to bear a part, And fing and love and pray !

XXV. Triumph over Death.

I A muft this Body die? This well wrought Frame decay ? And muft thefe active Limbs of mine Lie mouldring in the Clay?

2 Corruption, Earth and Worms Shall but refine this fleth, Till my triumphant Spirit comes To put it on a frefh.

3 God my Redeemer lives And often from the Skies Looks down and watches all my Duft, Till he fhall bid it rife.

4 Array’d in glorious Grace Shall thefe vile Bodies fhine, And every Shape and every Face Be heavenly and divine.

5 Thefe lively Hopes we owe, Lord, to thy dying Love: O may we blefs thy Grace below, And fing thy Power above.

6 Saviour accept the Praife Of thefe our humble Songs, Till Tunes of nobler Sound we raife With our immortal Tongues.

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XXVI. From the German.

ye U, to thee my Heart I bow, Strange Flames far from my Soul remove: Faireft among Ten Thousand thou,

Be thou my Lord, my Life, my Love.

All Heav’n thou fill’ft with pure defire ;

O fhine upon my frozen Breatt ;

With facred Warmth my Heart infpire, May I too thy hid Sweetnefs tait.

I fee thy Garments roll’d in Blood,

Thy ftreaming Head, thy Hands, thy Side: All hail, thou duffering, conquering God, Now Man fhall live; for God hath died. O kill in me this rebel Sin, ; And triumph o’er my willing Breaft : Reftore thy Image Lord, therein,

And lead me to my Father’s Reft-:

Ye earthly Loves be far away !

Saviour, be thou my Love alone ;

Ne’er more may mine ufurp the Sway, But in me thy great Will be done!

Yea, thou, true Witnefs, fpotlefs Lamb, All Things for thee I count but Lofs ;

My fole defire, my conftant Aim,

My only Glory be thy Crofs !

XXVII.

Thanksgiving for God’s particular Providence.

W ] Hen all thy Mercies, o my God, My rifing Soul furveys, Why

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Why my cold Heart, art thou not loft In Wonder, Love and Praife ?

Thy Providence my Life fuftain’d And all my Wants redrett,

While in the filent Womb I lay And hung upon the Breaft.

To all my weak Complaints and Cries Thy Mercy lent an Ear

E’er yet my feeble Thoughts had learn’d To form themfelves in Prayer.

Unnumber’d Comforts on my Soul Thy tender Care beftow’d,

Before my infant Heart conceived From whom thofe Comforts flow’d.

When in the flippery Paths of Youth With heedlefs Steps I ran,

Thine Arm unfeen convey’d me fafe And led me up to Man.

Thro’ hidden Dangers, Toils and Deaths It gently clear’d my way,

And thro’ the pleafing Snares of Vice, More to be fear’d than they.

Ten Thoufand Thoufand precious Gifts My daily Thanks employ ;

Nor ds the leaft a chearful Heart That tafts thofe Gifts with Joy.

Thro’ every Period of my Life Thy :Goodnefs I’ll purfue,

And after Death in diftant Worlds The pleafing Theme renew.

Thro’ all Eternity to thee A grateful Song I'll raife : Dez But

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But 0! Eternity’s too fhort To utter all thy Praife.

XXVIII. A Morning Hymn. I M* God how endlefs is thy Love! Thy Gifts are every Evening new :.

And Morning Mercies from above Gently diftill like early Dew.

2 Thou fpread’ft the Curtains of the Night. Great Guardian of my fleeping Hours : Thy fovereign Word reftores the Light And Quickens all my drooping Powers..

3 I yield my Powers to thy Command, To thee I confecrate my Days: Perpetual Bleffings from thy Hand Demand perpetual Songs of Praife..

XXIX.. Heaven begun on Earth.

I Cone ye that love the Lord, * And let your Joys be known, Join in a Song with fweet accord While ye furround his Throne..

2 Let thofe refufe to fing That never knew our God: But Servants of the heavenly King May {peak their Joys abroad.

3 The God that rules on high,

’ That all the Earth furveys, That rides upon the-ftormy Sky: And

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Arid calms the roaring Seas,

4 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love: Thou fhalt fend down thy heavenly Powers To carry us above.

5 There we fhall fee thy Face And never, never Sin ; There from the Rivers of thy Grace Drink endlefs Pleafures in.

6 Yea, and before we rife To that immortal State, The Thoughts of fuch amazing Blifs, Shou’d conftant Joys create.

7 The Men of Grace have found Glory begun below: Celeftial Fruits on earthly Ground From Faith and Hope may grow.

8 Then let our Songs abound And every Fear be dry: We're marching thro’ /mmanuel’s Ground To fairer Worlds on high:

XXX. The Names of Chritt.

1 JOin all the Names of Love and Power That ever Men or Angels bore ; All are too mean to fpeak thy Worth, Saviour, or fet thy Glories forth.

2 But o! what condefcending Ways Thou take’ft to teach thy heavenly Grace: My Eyes with Joy and Wonder fee What Forms of Love thou bear’ft for me. 3 Great

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3 Great Prophet, let me blefs thy Name ! By thee the joyful Tidings came, Of Wrath appeas’d, of Sins forgiven, Of Hell fubdued, and Peace with Heaven. 4 My bright Example and my Guide, I wou’d be walking near thy Side: O never let me run aftray, Nor follow the forbidden Way. 5 Fefus my great high Prieft has died, I feek no Sacrifice befide ; Thy Blood did once for all attone, And now it pleads before thy Throne. 6 My Lord, my Conqueror and my King, Thy Scepter and thy Sword I fing, Thine is the Victory and I fit A joyful Subject at thy Feet. 7 Afpire, my Soul, to glorious Deeds, The Captain of Salvation leads : March on, nor fear to win the Day, Tho’ Death and Hell obftruct the Way.

8 Shou’d Death and Hell and Powers unknown Put on their forms of Mifchief on, I fhall be fafe, for Christ difplays Salvation in more powerful Ways.

XXXL | Solomon's Song, Ch. 2 Ver. 8. &e.

I “PBs Voice of my beloved founds, Over the Rocks and rifing Grounds,

O’er Hills of Guilt and Seas of Grief He leaps, he flies to my Relief,

2 Now thro’ the Veil of Fleth I fee With

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With Eyes of Love he looks at me, Now in the Gofpel’s cleareft Glafs He fhews the Beauties of his Face.

Gently he draws my Heart along,

Both with his Beauties and his Tongue ; Rife, faith my Lord, make hafte away, No mortal Joys are worth thy Stay.

The Jewith wintry State is gone

The Mifts are fled, the Spring comes on, The facreéd Turtle Dove we hear Proclaim the new, the joyful Year.

Th’ immortal Vine of heavenly Root Bloffoms and buds and gives her Fruit ; So we are come to tafte the Wine;

Our Souls rejoice and blefs the Vine.

And when I hear my Fefus fay

Rife up, my Love, make hafte away ! My Heart would fain out-fly the Wind, And leave all earthly Loves behind.

XXXII. Verfe 14, &e.

p= Lord, my thankful Heart revives The Hope thine Invitation gives : To thee my joyful Lips thall raife

The Voice of Prayer, the Voice of Praife. I am my Lord’s, and he is mine :

Our Hearts, our Hopes, our Paffions join : Not let a Motion or a Word,

Or Thought arife to grieve my Lord.

3 Till the Day breaks and Shadows flee, Till the fweet drawing Light I fee, ae ine

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Thine Eyes to me ward ever turn, Nor let my Soul in Darknefs mourn. Be like a Hart on Mountains green ; Leap o’er thefe Hill of Fear and Sin : Nor Guilt nor Unbelief divide

My Love, my Saviour from my Side.

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pees Maker, God! How glorious is thy Name ! Thy Wonders how diffus’d abroad, Thro’out Creations Frame!

In Native white and red,

The Rofe and Lilly ftand : And free from Pride their Beauties fpread To thew thy skillful Hand.

The Lark mounts up the Sky With unambitious Song,

And bears her Maker’s Praife on High Upon her artlefs Tongue.

Fain wou’d I rife and fing To my Creator too ;

Fain wou’'d my Heart adore my King And give him Praifes due.

But Pride that bufy Sin, Spoils all that I perform,

Curs’d Pride that creeps fecurely in

And {wells a haughty Worm. Thy Glories I abate, Or praife thee with Defign, Part

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Part of thy Favours I forget, Or think the Merit mine.

7 Create my Soul a new, Elfe all my Worfhip’s vain. This wretched Heart will ne’er prove true Till it be form’d again.

8 Defcend, celeftial Fire And feize me from above! Wrap me in Flames of pure Defire A Sacrifice to love.

9 Let Joy and Worfhip fpend The remnant of my Days, And to my God my Soul afcend In fweet Perfumes of Praise !

XXXIV. O ye Spirits and Souls of the Righ teous, blefs ye the Lord. :

I Ail, glorious Angels, Heirs of Light, Ye high born Sons of Fire! Whofe Hearts burn chast, whofe Flames fhine All Joy, yet all Defire. (bright,

2 Hail, holy Saints, who long in Hope And Expectation fat, Till for its King. Heaven did fet ope Its everlafting Gate.

3 Hail, great Apoftles of the Lamb, Who brought that early Ray, Which from onr Sun reflected came, And made a glorious Day.

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4 Hail, generous Martyrs, whofe ftrong Hearts Bravely rejoiced to prove, How weak, pale Death, are all thy Darts Compair’d to thofe of Love.

5 Hail, beauteous Virgins, whofe pure Love Renounc’d all low Defires, Who wifely fixt your Hearts above, And burnt with heavenly Fires.

6 Hail, all ye happy Spirits above, Who make that glorious Ring About the fparkling Throne of Love And there for ever fing.

7 Great Lord, among their Crowns of Praife. Accept this little Wreath, Which while their lofty Notes they raife _ We humbly fing beneath.

XXXV. The Shortnefs of Life.

I Ime, what an empty Vapour ‘tis ! And Days how {wift they are! Swift as an Indian Arrow flies * Or as a fhooting Star!

2 The prefent Moments juft appear, Then glide away in hafte, That we can never fay they’re here! But only fay, they're paft ! 3 Our Life is ever on the Wing And Death is ever nigh ; The Moment when our Lives begin We all begin +to die. 4 Yet

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4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting Days

. Thy lafting Favours thare :

Yet with the Bounties of thy Grace Thou load’ft the rolling Year.

"Tis fovereign Mercy finds us Food, And we are cloath’d by Love,

While Grace ftands pointing out the Road That leads our Souls above.

Thy Goodnefs runs an endlefs Round ! All Glory to the Lord !

Thy Mercy never knows a Bound, Be thy great Name ador’d!

Thus we begin the lafting Song, And when we clofe our Eyes,

Let following Times thy Praife prolong, Till Time and Nature dies.

XXXVI. Chrift our Wifdom, &¥c.

pone in Shadows of the Night

We lie, till Chrift reftores the Light Wifdom defcends to heal the Blind And chafe the Darknefs of the Mind.

Our guilty Souls are drown’d in Tears Till thy atoning Blood appears: Then we awake from deep diftrefs And fing, the Lord our Righteoufnefs.

Fefus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his Slaves in heavy Chains, He fets the Prifoners free and breaks The iron Bondage from our Necks.

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4 Poor helplefs Worms in thee pofiefs

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Grace, Wifdom, Power and Righteoufnefs ; Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole felves, o Lord, to thee.

XXXVII. Gloria Patri.

Bi be the Father and his Love, To whofe celeftial Source we owe Rivers of endlefs Joys above

And Rills of Comfort here below.

Glory to thee, great Son of God, Forth from thy wounded Body rolls A precious Stream of vital Blood, Pardon and Life for dying Souls.

We give the facred Spirit Praife, Who in our Hearts of Sin and Woe Makes living Springs of Grace arife And into boundlefs Glory flow.

Thus Ged the Father, God the Son And God the Spirit we adore ;

That Sea of Life, and Love unknown Without a Bottom or a Shore.

XXXVIII. Hymn to Chrift.

O Fefu, why, why doft thou Love Such worthlefs Things as we?

Why is thy Heart ftill toward us Who feldom think on thee?

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Thy Bounty gives us all we have And we thy Gifts abufe:

Thy Bounty gives us even thy felf, And we thy felf refufe.

And why alas, why do we love Such wretched Things as thefe ? Thefe that withdraw us from our Lord And his pure Eyes difplease ?

Break off and raife thy manly Eye Up to thofe Joys above,

Behold all thefe our Lord prepares To gain and crown thy Love.

Alas, o Lord, we cannot love Unlefs thou draw our Heart !

Thou who vouchfaf’ft to make us know, O make us do our part.

Still do thou love me, o my Lord, That I may ftill love thee:

Still make me love thee, o my God That thou may’ft ftill love me.

XXXIX. Prayer.

He fwiftly wafted in a Sigh, Thou God that hear’ft the Prayer, Do our Requefts invade the Sky And pierce thy bending Ear ! My Suit is made, my Prayer is o’er, If I but lift my Eye ; Thou gracious Father, canft no more Not hear, than thou canft die.

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3 How fhall we thy great Arm revere Which gives this All to be, Conneé¢ts the Center with the Sphere And fpans Infinity ?,

4 Whate’er our ardent Souls require, Whate’er we with is there; Thy Power exceeds our fcant Defire And blames our partial Prayer.

5 O! how unbounded is thy Love Which when thou coud’ft not die, Defcending from thy Throne above Put on Mortality !

6 Thou leav’ft thy Father’s blifsful Face Our Guilt and Curfe to affume, To burft the Bars that ftop’d thy Grace ' And make thy Bounty room.

7 Then ftill let Prayer with me remain, This my Companion be ; So fhall I all my wants obtain, Obtain all Heaven in thee !

SL From the German.

I O Fefu, Source of calm Repofe, Thy like nor Man nor Angel knows, ‘Faireft among ten thoufand fair ! Even thofe whom Death’s fad Fetters bound, Whom thickeft Darknefs compaft round Find Light and Life if thou appear. e Effulgence of the Light Divine, E’er rolling Planets knew to fhine, E’er Time its ceafelefs Courfe began ; Thou

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Thou when the appointed Hour was come Did’ft not difdain the Virgin’s Womb, But God with God wert Man with Man:

The World, Sin, Death oppofe in vain, Thou by thy dying, Death haft flain, My great Deliverer and my God! » In vain does the old Dragon rage, In vain all Hell its Powers engage : None can withftand thy conquering Blood.

Lord over all, fent to fulfill Thy gracious Father’s fovereign Will,

To thy dread Scepter will I bow: With duteous Reverence at thy Feet, Like humble JZa7y, lo, I fit,

Speak, Lord, thy Servant heareth now.

Renew thy Image Lord in me, Lowly and gentle may I be; No Charms to thee but thefe are dear : No Anger may’ft thou ever find ; No Pride in my unruffled Mind But Faith and Heav’n-born Peace are there.

A patient, a victorious Mind

That Life and all Things caft behind, Springs forth, obedient to thy call,

A Heart: that no defire can move,

But ftill t’'adore and praife and love, Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All.

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PSALMS and HYMNS For Wednefday or Friday

i Pfalm XXXVI.

I Ais thy Wrath remember Love, Reftore thy Servant, Lord / Nor let a Father's Chaift’ning prove Like an Avenger’s Sword !

2 My Sins a heavy burden are, And o’er my Head are gone: Too heavy they for me to bear,

Too great for me t’ atone.

3 My Thoughts are like a troubled Sea, My .Head {till bending down : And I go mourning all the Day, Father, beneath thy Frown.

4 All my defire to thee is known, Thine Eye counts every Tear, And every Sigh and every Groan Is notic’d by thine Ear.

5 Thou art my God, my only Hope ; O hearken to my cry; O bear my fainting Spirits up, When Satan bids me die. 6 Lord, I confefs my Guilt to thee, I grieve for all my Sin ; My helplefs Impotence [ fee, And beg Support divine,

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O God, forgive my Follies paft ;

Be thou for ever nigh! : O Lord of my Salvation hafte,

And fave me, or I die!

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Pfalm LI.

Thou that hear’ft when Sinners cry, Tho’ all my Crimes before thee lie, Behold me not with angry Look, But blot their Memory from thy Book.

Create my Nature pure within,

And form my Soul averfe from Sin : Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,

Nor hide thy Prefence from my Heart.

I cannot live without thy Light,

Caft out and banifh’d from thy Sight : Thy faving Strength, o Lord reftore, And guard me that I fall no more.

Tho’ I have griev’d thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort ftill afford :

And let a Wretch come near thy Throne To plead the Merits of thy Son.

My Soul lies humbled in the Duft,

And owns thy dreadful Sentence jut; Look down o Lord with pitying Eye, And fave the Soul condemn’d to die.

Then will I teach the World thy Ways :

Sinners fhall learn thy fovereign Grace :

I'll lead them to my Saviour’s Blood,

And they fhall praife a pard’ning God. F F 7

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7 O may thy Love infpire my Tongue, Salvation fhall be all my Song, And all my Powers fhall join to blefs The Lord my Strength and Righteoufnefs.

Il. Pfalm XC.

I (pes every Age, eternal God, Thou art our Reft, our fafe Abode: High was thy Throne e’er Heaven was made, Or Earth thy humble Foot-ftool laid.

2 Long had’ft thou reign’d e’er time began Or Duft was fafhion’d into Man : And long thy Kingdom fhall endure, When Earth and Time fhall be no more.

3 But Man, weak Man is born to die, Made up of Guilt and Vanity : Thy dreadful Sentence, Lord, was juft: Duft as thou art, return to duft.

4 Death like an over-flowing Stream Sweeps us away, our Life’s a Dream: An empty Tale, a Morning Flower, Cut down and wither’d in an Hour.

5 Our Age to feventy Years is fet: How fhort the Term, how frail the State ! Or if to Eighty. we arrive, We rather figh and groan than live.

6 Teach us, o Lord, how frail is Man ; And kindly lengthen out our Span, Till from the Chains of Sin fet free We find immortal Life in thee!

IV.

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The fame.

I Bee if thine Eye furvereys our Faults And Juftice grow fevere, Thy dreadful Wrath exceeds our Thoughts, And burns beyond our Fears,

2 Thine Anger turns our Frame to Dutt: By one Offence to thee Adam with all his Sons have loft Their Immortality.

3 Life like a vain Amufement flies, A Fable or a Song, By fwift Degrees our Nature dies, Nor can our Joys be long.

4 ’Tis but a few whofe Days amount To three fcore Years and ten : And all beyond that fhort Account Is forrow, Toil and Pain.

5 Almighty God reveal thy Love, And not thy Wrath alone! O let our fweet Experience prove The Mercies of thy Throne.

6 Our Souls wou’d learn the heav’nly Art T’ improve the Hours we have : That we may act the wifer Part, And live beyond the Grave.

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A Thought in Affliction.

I Tit thou, O Lord, regard my Tears - The Fruit of Guilt and Fear? Fa Me

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Me, who thy Juftice have provok’d, O will thy Mercy {pare ?

2 Yes: for the broken, contrite Heart Saviour, thy Sufferings plead : O quench not then the fmoaking Flax, Nor break the bruifed Reed !

3 Thy poor unworthy Servant view, Refign’d to thy Decree ; Ordain me or to live or die, But live or die in thee.

4 Upon thy gracious Promife, Lord, My humbled Soul is caft ! O bear me fafe thro’ Life, thro’ Death, And raife me up at laft!

5 Low as this mortal Frame mutt lie This mortal Frame fhall fing, Where is thy Victory, o Grave,

And where, o Death, thy Sting ?

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On the Crucifixion.

1 TRom whence thefe dire Portents around, That Earth and Heav’n amaze? Wherefore do Earthquakes cleave the Ground, Why hides the Sun his Rays?

2 Not thus did Sinai’s trembling Head With facred Horror nod, Beneath the dark Pavilion fpread O legiflative God.

3 Thou, Earth, thy loweft Center fhake With $e/u fympathize ! Thou

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Thou Sun, as Hell’s deep Gloom be black, ’Tis thy Creator dies !

4 See ftreeming from th’ accurfed Tree His all atoning Blood ! Is this the Infinite? ’Tis he, My Saviour and my God!

5 For me thefe Pangs his Soul affail, For me the Death is born!

My Sin gave fharpnefs to the Nail And pointed every Thorn !

6 Let Sin no more my Soul inflave ! Break, Lord, the Tyrant’s Chain ! O fave me, whom thou cam’ft to fave, Nor bleed nor die in vain !

VII. Difcipline. I O Throw away thy Rod! O throw away thy Wrath!

My gracious Saviour and my God, O take the gentle Path.

2 Thou feeft my Heart’s Defire Still unto thee is bent ! Still does my longing foul afpire To an entire Confent.

3 Not e’en a Word or Look Do I approve or own, But by the Model of thy Book, Thy facred Book alone.

4 Altho’ I fail, I weep, Altho’ I halt in Peace Yet

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Yet till with trembling fteps I creep Unto the Throne of Grace.

5 O then let Wrath remove ; For Love will do the Deed ; Love will the Conqueft gain with Love Even ftrong Hearts will bleed.

6 For Love is {wift of Foot, Love is a Man of War ; Love can refiftlefs Arrows fhoot, And hit the Mark from far.

7 Who can efcape his Bow? That which hath wrought on thee, Which brought the King of Glory low, Mutt furely work on me.

8 O throw away thy Rod, What tho’ Man Frailties hath ? Thou art our Saviour and our God : O throw away thy Wrath!

VIL. On the Crucifixion.

T PB Btel the Saviour of Mankind Nail’d to the fhameful Tree ! How vait the Love that him inclin’d To bleed and die for thee!

2 Hark how he groans! while Nature fhakes, And Earth’s ftrong Pillars bend ! The Temple’s Veil in funder breaks, The folid Marbles rend.

3 ’Tis done! the precious Ranfom’s paid ; Receive my foul, he cries : See

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See where he bows his facred Head ! He bows his Head and dies.

But foon he’ll break Death’s envious Chain And in full Glory fhine ;

O Lamb of God was ever pain, Was ever Love like thine!

IX. A Sinner’s Prayer.

Bie Lord my Power and Wifdom art O do not then rejeét my Heart!

Thy Clay that weeps, thy Duft I am

That call’s.—O put me not to fhame :

Thy Glories, Lord, in all Things fhine,

Thine is the Deed, the Praife is thine.

A feeble helplefs Creature, I

. Do at thy Pleafure live or die.

Lord well I know, I merit Grief, Yea endlefs Fears without Relief : Yet o! t’ exact thy Due forbear, And fpare, a feeble Creature, fpare.

Still if I wail not (ftill to wail

Nature denies and Fleth wou’d fail) Lord, pardon, for thy Son makes good My want of Tears with ftore of Blood.

fe Judgment. W Hen rifing from the Bed of Death, O’erwhelm’d with Guilt and Fear I view my Maker Face to Face,

O how fhall I appear. 2 If

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2 If yet, while Pardon may be found And Mercy may be fought, My foul with inward Horror fhrinks, And trembles at the Thought ;

3 When thou o Lord fhalt ftand difclos’d In Majefty fevere, And fit in Judgment on my foul, O how ‘hall I appear /

4 O may my broken, contrite Heart Timely my Sins lament, And early with repentant Tears Eternal Woe prevent! —

5 Behold the Sorrows of my Heart, E’er yet it be too late / And hear my Saviour’s dying Groans To give thofe forrows weight.

6 For never fhall my foul defpair Her Pardon to fecure ; Who knows thy only Son has died, To make that Pardon fure.

XI. Chrift’s Compaffion to the Tempted.

I Ay Joy we meditate the Grace Of our high Prieft above ; His Heart is made of Tendernefs, His Bowels melt with Love.

2 Touch’d with a Sympathy within He knows our feeble Frame ; He knows what fore Temptations mean, For he hath felt the fame. 3 He

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3 He in the Days of feeble Flefh Pour’d out his Cries and Tears And in his Meatfure feels afreth What every Member bears.

4 He'll never quench the fmoaking Flax But raife it to a Flame, The bruifed Reed he never breaks Nor fcorns the meaneft Name.

5 Then let our humble Faith addrefs His Mercy and his Power: We fhall obtain delivering Grace In the diftreffing Hour.

XI. Frailty. I | ee how in Silence I defpife The giddy Worldling’s Snare,

This Beauty, Riches, Honour, Toys Beneath a Moments Care?

2 Hence painted Duft, and gilded Clay ! You have no Charms for me: Delufive Breath be far away ! I wafte no Thought on thee.

But when abroad at once I view Both the World’s Hofts and thine,

Thefe, fimple, fad, afflicted, few, Thofe numerous, gay and fine !

4 Loft my Refolves, my Scorn is paft, I boaft my Strength no more. A willing Slave they bind me faft

With unrefifted Power. G ee

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5 O brook not this! Let not thy Foes Profane thy hallow’d Shrine : Thine is my Soul, by facred Vows

Of ftricteft Union Thine /

9 O hear my juft, tho’ late Requeft, Once more the Captive free, Renew thy Image in my Breaft, And claim my Heart for thee.

XIII. Unfruitfulnefs.

I Tne have I fat beneath the Sound Of thy Salvation, Lord, But ftill how weak my Faith is found And Knowledge of thy Word!

2 Oft I frequent thy holy Place ; Yet hear almoft in vain: How fmall a Portion of thy Grace Can my hard Heart retain !

3 My gracious Saviour and my God How little art thou known By all the Judgments of thy Rod, And Bleffings of thy Throne ?

4 How cold and feeble is my Love! How negligent my Fear ! How low my hope of Joys above! : How few Affections there !

5 Great God, thy fovereign Power impart, To give thy Word Succefs ; Write thy Salvation in my Heart, And make me learn thy Grace.

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6 Shew my forgetful Feet the way That leads to Joys on high, There Knowledge grows without Decay And Love fhall never die.

XIV. From the German.

I Le Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace, For thee my thirfty Soul doth pine ! My longing Heart implores thy Grace O make in me thy Likenefs fhine.

2 With fraudlefs, even, humble Mind Thy Will in all Things may I fee: In Love be every With refign’d, And hallow’d my whole Heart to thee:

3 When Pain o’er my weak Fleth prevails With Lamb-like Patience arm ‘my Breatt : When Grief my wounded Soul affails In lowly Meeknefs may I reft.

4 Clofe by thy Side ftill may I keep, How e’er Life’s various current flow ; With ftedfaft Eye mark every Step, And follow thee where’er thou go.

5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful Fight haft won Alone thou haft the Vineprefs trod: In me thy Strengthening Grace be fhewn, O may I conquer thro’ thy Blood /

6 So when on Svon thou fhalt ftand, And all Heaven’s Hoft adore their King, Shall I be found at thy Right Hand, And free from Pain thy Glories fing. Ge XV.

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XV. Faith in Chritft. I He fad our State by Nature is, Our Sin how deep it ftains ! And Satan binds our captive Souls Faft in his flavifh Chains. 2 But there’s a Voice of fovereign Grace Sounds from thy facred Word, Here ye defpairing Sinners come And truft upon the Lord. 3 My Soul obeys th’Almighty Call And runs to this Relief: I wou’d believe thy Promife, Lord! O help my unbelief. 4 To the bleft Fountain of thy Blood, Incarnate God, I fly : Here let me wath my fpotted Soul From Crimes of deepeft Die. 5 Stretch out thy Arm, victorious King, My reigning Sins fubdue: Drive the old Dragon from his Seat With his infernal Crew.

A guilty, weak and helplefs Worm Into thy Arms I fall ;

Be thou my Strength and Righteoufnefs, My $¥e/us and my All

XVI. Longing. Ww 7Ith bended Knees and aking Eyes Weary and faint to thee my Cries,

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To thee my Tears, my Groans I fend ; O when fhall my Complainings end?

Wither’d my Heart like barren Ground Accurft of God: My Head turns round, My Throat is hoarfe ; I faint, I fall, Yet falling ftill for Pity call.

Eternal Streams of Pity flow

From thee their fource to Earth below: Mothers are kind, becaufe thou art, Thy Tendernefs o’erflows their Heart.

Lord of my Soul, bow down thine Ear! Hear, Bowels of Compaffion, hear!

O give not to the Winds my Prayer! Thy Name, thy hallow’d Name is there.

Look on my Sorrows! Mark them well; The Shame, the Pangs, the Flames, I feel! Confider, Lord, thine Ear incline :

Thy Son hath made my Sufferings thine.

Thou, ¥e/u, on th’ accurfed Tree Didft bow thy dying Head for me: Incline it now! Who made the Ear Can he, can he forget to hear?

See thy poor Duft in pity fee

It ftirs, it creeps, it aims at thee ! Hatfte, fave it from the greedy Tomb! Come, every Atom bids thee come!

’Tis thine to help ! forget me not!

O be thy Mercy ne’er forgot !

Lock’d is thy Ear? Yet ftill my Plea May fpeed, for Mercy keeps the Key.

9 Thou tarrieft while I fink, I die,

And fall to nothing! Thou on high See’ft

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" See’ft me undone! yet am I ftil’d By thee (loft as I am) thy Child !

10 Yet thou art good; and yet abide Thy Promifes ; they fpeak, they chide, They in my Bofom pour my Tears, And my Complaint prefent as theirs.

11 Hear, ¥e/u/ Hear my broken Heart ! Broken fo long, that every part Hath got a Tongue which ne’er fhall ceafe, Till thou pronounce, depart in Peace,

12 My Lord, my Saviour, hear my Cry, By thefe thy Feet at which I lie; Pluck out thy Dart: Regard my Sighs: Now heal my Heart, or now it dies.

XVII. Salvation by Grace.

I To we confefs our numerous Faults, How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our Thoughts, And all our Lives were Sin.

2 But, O my Soul, for ever praife For ever love his Name, Who turns thy Feet from dangerous Ways Of Folly, Sin and Shame.

3 ’Tis not by Works of Righteoufnefs, Which our own Hands have done; But we are faved by fovereign Grace Abounding thro’ thy Son.

4 ’Tis from the Mercy of our God That all our Hopes begin ; Tis

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’Tis by the Water and the Blood Our Souls are wafh’d from Sin:

*Tis thro’ the Purchafe of his Death Who hung upon the Tree

Thy Spirit is fent down to breath On fuch dry Bones as we.

Rais’d from the Dead we live anew And juftified by Grace,

We {hall appear in Glory too And fee our Father’s Face.

XVIII. Inconftancy.

| ies Fefu, when, when fhall it be, That I no more fhall break with thee / When will this War of Paffions ceafe,

And my free Soul enjoy thy Peace ?

Here I repent and fin again:

Now I revive and now am Slain:

Slain with the fame unhappy Dart, Which, 0! too often wounds my Heart.

O Saviour, when, when fhall I be A Garden feal’d to all but thee ?

No more expos’d, no more undone: But live und grow to thee alone !

Guide thou, my Lord, guide thou my Courfe And draw me on with thy {weet Force ?

Still make me walk, ftill make me tend

By thee my Way, to thee my End;

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XIX. Chrift our Righteoufnefs.

H Ow heavy is the Night That hangs upon our Eyes ! Till Chrift with his reviving Light Upon our Souls arife ! Our guilty Spirits dread To meet the Wrath of Heaven : But in thy Righteoufnefs array’d We fee our Sins forgiven.

Unholy and impure Are all our Thoughts and Ways: Thy hand infected Nature cure With fanctifying Grace.

The Powers of Hell agree To held our Souls in vain :

Thou fet’ft the Sons of Bondage free, And break’ft the curfed Chain.

Lord, we adore thy Ways To bring us near to God,

Thy fovereign Power, thy healing Grace And thine atoning Blood.

XX. From the German. M* Soul before thee proftrate lies, To thee, her Source my Spirit flies,

My Wants I mourn, my Chains I fee O let thy Prefence fet me free !

Loft and undone for aid I cry ;

In thy Death, Saviour, let me die!

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Griev’d with thy Grief, pain’d with thy Pain, Ne’er may I feel Self-Love again.

Fefu, vouchfafe my Heart and Will

With thy meek Lowlinefs to fill ;

No more her Power let Nature boaft,

But in thy Will may mine be loft!

I feel well that I love thee, Lord: I exercife me in thy Word :

Yet vile Affections claim a part, And thou hast only half my Heart.

In Life’s fhort Day let me yet more

Of thy enlivening Power implore:

My Mind muft deeper fink in thee ;

My Foot ftand firm, from wand’ring free.

Ye Sons of Men, here nought avails

Your Strength, here all your Wifdom fails ; Who bids a finful Heart be clean?

Thou only, Lord, fupreme of Men.

And well I know thy tender Love : Thou never didft unfaithful prove : And well I know thou ftand’ft by me, Pleas’d from my felf to fet me free.

Still I do watch and labour ftill

To banifh every Thought of ill;

Till thou in thy good Time appear

And fav’ft me from the Fowler’s Snare. Already fpringing Hope I feel ;

God will deftroy the Power of Hell : God from the Land of Wars and Pain Leads me, where Peace and Safety reign.

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Ah deep engrave it on my Breaft, That I in thee ev’n now am bleft;

11 When my warm’d Thoughts I fix on thee And plunge me in thy: Mercie’s Sea, Then ev’n on me thy Face fhall fhine And quicken this dead Heart of Mine.

12 So ev’n in Storms my Zeal fhall grow, So fhall I thy hid Sweetnefs know, And feel (what endlefs Age fhall prove) . That thou, my Lord, my God art Love!

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Pfalm XIX.

I Bites the lofty Sky Declares its Maker God, And all his ftarry Works on high Proclaim his Power abroad.

2 The Darknefs and the Light Still keep their Courfe the fame, While Night to Day and Day to Night Divinely teach his Name.

3 In every different Land Their general Voice is known : They fhew the Wonders of his Hand, And Orders of his Throne.

4 Ye happy Lands rejoice here he reveals his Word:

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We are not left to Nature’s Voice To bid us know the Lord.

His Statutes and Commands Are fet before our Eyes ;

He puts his Gofpel in our Hands Where our Salvation lies :

His Laws are juft and pure His Truth without Deceit,

His Promifes for ever fure, And his Rewards are great.

While of thy Works I fing Thy Glory to proclaim,

Accept the Praife, my God and King In my Redeemer’s Name.

i, The fame.

[es fpacious Firmament on high,

And all the wide, etherial Sky, And fpangled Heav’ns, a fhining Frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

Th’ unwearied Sun from Day to Day

Does his Creator’s Power difplay

And publifhes to every Land

The Work of an Almighty Hand.

Soon as the Evening Shades prevail The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale, And nightly to the liftning Earth Repeats the Story of her Birth: While all the Stars that round her burn And all the Planets in their Turn, Confirm the Tidings as they roll, And fpread the Truth from Pole to Pole. H2 3 What

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3 What tho’ in folemn Silence all Move round this dark terreftrial Ball ? What tho’ nor real Voice nor Sound, Amid their radiant Orbs be found? In Reafons Ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious Voice, For ever finging as they fhine, The Hand that made us is divine!

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I Reat God, the Heav’ns well order’d Frame Declares the Glory of thy Name ; There thy rich Works of Wonder fhine : A Thoufand ftarry Beauties there, A Thoufand radiant Marks appear Of boundlefs Power and Skill divine.

2 From Night to Day from Day to Night The dawning and the falling Light Lectures of heavenly Wifdom read: With filent Eloquence they raife Our Thoughts to our Creator’s Praife, And neither Sound nor Language need.

3 Yet their divine Inftructions run Far as the Journeys of the Sun,

And every Nation knows their Voice: The Sun like a young Bridegrom dreft Breaks from the Chamber of the Eaft

Rolls round and makes the Earth rejoice.

4 Wheree’er he fpreads his Beams abroad He fmiles and fpeaks his Maker God: All Nature joins to fhew thy Praife : Thus

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Thus God in every Creature fhines ; Fair are the Book of Nature’s Lines; But fairer is thy Book of Grace.

I love the Volumes of thy Word:

What Joy and Light thofe Leaves afford To Souls benighted and diftreft ;

Thy Precepts guide my doubtful Way,

Thy Fear forbids my Feet to ftray ; Thy Promife leads my Heart to rett.

Who knows the Errors of his Thoughts ? O cleanfe me from my fecret Faults, And from prefumptuous Sins reftrain : Accept my poor Attempts of Praife, If I have read thy Book of Grace And Book of Nature not in vain.

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N thee the Race of Man depends, Far as the Earth’s remoteft Ends ; Where the Creator’s Name is known By Nature’s feeble Light alone.

At thy Command the Morning Ray Smiles in the Eaft and leads the Day ; Thou guid’ft the Sun’s declining Wheels Over the Tops of Weftern Hills.

Seafons and Times obey thy Voice ;

The Evening and the Morn rejoice

To fee the Earth made foft with Showers, Laden with Fruit and dreft in Flowers. ’Tis from the watry Stores on high

Thou giv’ft the thirfty Ground fupply ; ou

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Thou walk’ft upon the Clouds, and thence Doft thy enriching Drops difpence.

The Defart grows a fertile Field ; Abundant Fruit the Valleys yield

The Vallies fhout with chearful Voice, And neighbouring Hills repeat their Joys. The Paftures fmile in green array,

Where Lambs and larger Cattle play :

The larger Cattle and the Lamb,

Each in his Language fpeaks thy Name. Thy Works pronounce thy Power divine ; O’er every Field thy Glories fhine :

Thro’ every Month thy Gifts appear,

Great God, thy Goodnefs crowns the Year.

V. Pfalm CIV. Part. Gh ex Lord, my Soul afpires to fing, Almighty, everlafting King, Creator! wondrous to furvey Thy Works excite the grateful Lay. From thy bright Throne beyond yon Height Spread Plains of Empyrean Light, The Spheres affume the fecond place, Swift moving thro’ th’ Eternal Space. Beneath more clofe compacted lie The Regions of th’ inferior Sky. Here float the Clouds, the Thunders roll, And Tempefts whirl from Pole to Pole. Here thy obedient Spirits find The Stores of Vengeance for Mankind : And pleas’d thy Orders to perform Lance the hot Bolt, or drive the Storm. av Tall

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Till thou reftrain’d it like a Robe

The deep involv’d the thapelefs Globe ; And now tho’ the proud Surges rife, Range the wide watt, and threat the Skies, Fix’d is their Bound, their Tumults end : Yet where thou bidft the Main extend, Awed by thy Voice aloof they roar,

Or gently leave th’uninjured fhore.

Mean while the piercing Liquid {trains Thro’ the tall Mountains fecret Veins ; Thence down the filver Currents flow

And wander thro’ the Vales below.

And while their Streams freth Moifture yield To the dry Cattle of the Field,

Lo, Trees project their Branches fair

And lodge the Songfters of the Air.

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Thou fend’ft, thy Creatures to fuftain,

The former and the latter Rain:

See ftreight Herbs, Flowers and Fruits appear, And various Plenty crowns the Year, - Grafs for the Beaft, the Olive grows

For Man, and the rich Vintage flows ;

His Life and Vigour to fuftain

Waves o’er the Field the ripening Grain.

Lord, how doft thou all-bounteous fend, Unnumber’d Bleffings without End! Thro’ all the Earth thy Glories fhine, Thy Works pronounce thy Power divine” To their full growth by juft Degrees Majeftick rife the foreft Trees Up to the Clouds their Arms they throw. Their Roots the Center feek below.

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5 The Nations of the feather’d kind Here hofpitable Shelter find The Stork in the tall Fir Trees height Here leaves her Brood, and wings her Flight: And where their fhadowy Gloom they throw Wide waving o’er the Mountains Brow Earth’s feebler Tribes rejoice to fhare Thy tender Love and guardian Care.

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1 The Moon to run her deftin’d Space Fills her pale Orb with borrow’d Rays ; The appointed Sun with juft Carreer Metes out the Day, the Month, the Year. His Lamp withdrawn then ravening ftray Wild Beafts, outragious for their Prey ; The Lion roars his wants aloud And roaring, feeks his Meat from God.

2 When the Eaft glows with opening Day Back to their Dens they hafte away: Nor fooner are the Shades of Night Fled from the Suns returning Light, Then the ftrong Husbandman renews His Toil, his daily Task purfues,

Till Evening calls again to reft, Both toiling Man and weary Beaft.

3 How various is thy Praife difplay’d O Lord, in all thy Hands have made ! Loft in amazement down we fall ; In Wifdom thou haft made them all ! How on the Earth thy Riches fhower Inceffant, unexhaufted Store ; New every Morn thy Gifts appear ; Great God, thy Goodnefs fills the Year! 4 And

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And yet, lo other Scenes difclofe!

The Sea no lefs thy Goodnefs fhews, Here the finn’d Race unnumber’d ftray, Dive deep, or on the Surface play. Here huge Leviathan may reign

Sole Tyrant of the watry Plain.

He moves; the boiling Deeps divide: He breathes a Storm and fpouts a Tide.

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Thefe all own thy paternal Care,

In thee they live and move and are! The copius Good thy Hand beftows Enjoy, and praife thee as it flows.

But thy bleft Influence once Withdrawn, No more Joy, Light or Comfort dawn: Dire Pain fucceeds and fad Decay, And Death demands his deftin’d Prey.

Yet unimpair’d the Species all

Stand, while the Individuals fall ;

Thy timely Care each Chafm fupplies, One rifing as another dies.

Hence thro’ the whole Creation known Still fhall thy Guardian Power be fhown Till at thy Word devouring Flame Confume the univerfal Frame.

Ev’n in that lov’d that dreadful Day When Earth and Heav’n fhall melt away, Thou ftill, my Soul, fhalt found abroad Praife to thy Father, and thy God. Praife thou the Lord: He is thy Friend, The Caufe of all Things and their End! O’er Earth, Seas, Heav’n, let Time prevail ! The Rock thou build’ft on, cannot fail.

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VE Pfalm CXIV.

I WY 7 Hen J/rael, freed from Pharoah’s Hand, Left the proud Tyrant and his Land, The Tribes with chearful Homage own Their King, and ¥udah was his Throne.

2 Acrofs the Deep their Journey lay ;

The Deep divides to make them way: Fordan beheld their March and fled With backward Current to his Head.

3 The Mountains {hook like frighted Sheep. Like Lambs the little Hillocks leap:

Not Sinai on the Bafe cou’d ftand, Confcious of Sovereign Pow’r at Hand.

4 What Pow’r cou’d make the Deep divide? Make $Yordan backward roll his Tide? Why did ye leap, ye little Hills?

And whence the Fright that Szzaz feels ?

5 Let every Mountain, every Flood Retire, and know th’approaching God, The King of Z/rae: See him here, Tremble thou Earth; adore and fear! .

6 He thunders, and all Nature mourns ; The Rock to ftanding Pools he turns; Flints {pring with Fountains at his Word, And Fires and Seas confefs the Lord.

VII. Pfalm CXLVIII.

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I L® every Creature join To praife th’Eternal God, Ne:

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Ye heavenly Hofts the Song begin And found his Name abroad.

Thou Sun with golden Beams And Moon with paler Rays, : Ye ftarry Lights, ye fparkling Flames Shine to your Maker’s Praife.

He built thofe Worlds above And fixt their wrondrous Frame, By his Command they ftand or move And ever fpeak his Name.

Ye Vapours, when ye rife Or fall in Showers, or Snow,

Ye Thunders murm’ring round the Skies His Power and Glory fhew.

Wind, Hail and flafhing Fire Agree to praife the Lord,

When ye in vengeful Storms confpire To execute his Word.

By all his Works above ~ His Honours be expreft :

But thofe who tafte his faving Love Shou’d fing his Praifes beft.

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Let Earth and Ocean know They owe their Maker Praife : Praife him, ye watry Worlds below And Montfters of the Seas.

From Mountains near the Sky Let his loud Praife refound ; From humble Shrubs and Cedars high And Vales and Fields around. I2 3 Ye

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Ye Lions of the Wood And tamer Beafts that graze, Ye live upon his daily Food, And he expects your Praife.

Ye Birds of lofty Wing, On high his Praifes bear : Or fit on flowry Bows and fing Your Maker’s Glory there.

Ye creeping Ants and Worms His various Wifdom fhew ;

And Flies in all your fhining Forms Praife him that dreft you fo.

By all the Earth born Race His Honours be expretft :

But thofe that know his heavenly Grace, Shou’d learn to praife him beft. :

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Monarchs of wide Command, Praife ye th’Eternal King:

Judges, adore that fovereign Hand Whence all your Honours fpring.

Let vigorous Youth engage To found his Praifes high;

While growing Babes and withering Age Their feebler Voices try.

United Zeal be fhown His wondrous Fame to raife : God is the Lord; his Name alone Deferves our endlefs Praise.

4 Let Nature join with Art

And all pronounce him bleft : But

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But Saints who dwell fo near his Heart Shou’d fing his Praifes beft.

VIII. Univerfal Praife.

HA my dull Soul, how every Thing Strives to adore our bounteous King!

Hark, each a double Tribute pays :

Firft fings its part and then obeys.

Here Nature’s fprightlieft, fweeteft Quire Their Lord with chearful Notes admire And every Day they chant their Lauds, Th’ ecchoing Grove their Song applauds.

What tho’ their Voices lower be,

The Streams too have their Melody, Both Night and Day they warbling run, They never paufe but ftill fing on.

All the gay Flow’rs that paint the Spring Hither their filent Mufick bring ;

If Heaven blefs them thankful they

Do {mell more fweet, and look more gay.

Awake from fhame my fluggith Heart, Awake and gladly fing thy part,

Learn ev’n of Birds and Springs and Flowers How to employ thy nobler Powers.

O call whole Nature to thy aid Since it was he whole Nature made: Join we in one Eternal Song,

We who to one God all belong.

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Great One in Three and Three in One May all Things bow to thee alone.

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Sun, Moon and Stars, praife ye the Lord.

I Fe Becrs of all the Worlds above, Thou, Sun, whofe Rays adorn our Sphere And with unwearied Swiftnefs move To form the Circle of the Year :

2 Praife the Creator of the Skies Who decks thy Orb with borrow’d Rays ; Or may the Sun forget to rife When he forgets his Maker’s Praife.

3 Thou reigning Beauty of the Night, Fair Queen of Silence, Silver Moon, Whofe paler Fires and Female Light Are fofter Rivals of the Noon :

4 Arife, and to that fovereign Power Waxing and waining Honours pay, Who bad thee rule the dusky Hours And half fupply the abfent Day.

5 Ye glittering Stars that gild the Skies When Darknefs has her Curtain drawn, That keep the Watch with wakeful Eyes, When Bufinefs, Cares and Day are gone:

6 Proclaim the Glories of your Lord, Difpers’d thro’ all the heav’nly Street, Whofe boundlefs Treafures can afford So rich a Pavement for his Feet.

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Thou Heav’n of Heav’ns fupremely bright, Fair Palace of the Court divine,

Where with inimitable Light The Godhead condefcends to thine:

Praife thou thy great Inhabitant, Who fcatters lovely Beams of Grace On every Angel, every Saint, Nor veils the Luftre of his Face.

O God of Glory, God of Love,

Thou art the Sun that mak’st our Days: Mid’ft all thy wondrous Works above

Let Earth and Duft attempt thy’ Praife /

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A Ueber of Being, Source of Light, With never fading Beauties bright. Thou, Fullnefs, Goodnefs, rolling round Thy own fair Orb without a Bound.

Ei, or Jao, thee we hail,

Great Effence that canft never fail !

By Grecian or Barbarick Name,

Thy fteadfaft Being {till the fame !

Thee may thy humble Suppliants call Or Truth, or Good, or One, or All! Thee, when fair Morning greets the Skies With rofy Cheeks and humid Eyes, Thee, ween the fweet declining Day Now finks in purple Waves away, Thee will I fing, O Parent Jove, And teach the World to praife and love. 3 Lo!

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Lo! yonder azure Vault on high,

Lo! yonder blue, low, liquid Sky,

Lo! Earth on its firm Bafis plac’d,

And round with circling Waves embrac’d ; All thefe creating Power confefs,

All thefe their mighty Maker blefs ;

And ftill thy powerful Hands fuftain

Both Earth and Heav’n, both Firm and Main.

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Scarce can our daring Thought arife To thy Pavilion in the Skies ;

Nor can a mortal Tongue declare

The Blifs, the Joy, the Rapture there. Nor folitary doft thou reign,

But circled with a glorious Train,

The Sons of God, the Sons of Light, For ever joying in thy Sight !

For thee their filver Harps are ftrung, While ever beauteous, ever young, Th’ Angelick Forms their Voices raife, And thro’ Heav’ns Arch refound thy Praife. The feather’d Souls that fwim the Air, And bath in liquid Ether there ;

The Lark, Precentor of their Quire, Leading them higher {till and higher,

Liften and learn, th’ angelick Notes Repeating in their warbling Throats : And e’er to foft Repofe they go They teach them to their Lords below. On the green Turf, their mofiy Neft, The Ev’ning Anthem {wells their Breaft. Thus, like thy golden Chain from high, Thy Praife unites the Earth and Sky! Part

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Psatms and Hymns. 73 Part Mil.

Thou, Sole from Sole, command’ft the Sun Round on the burning Axles run ;

The Stars like Duft around him fly

And ftrew the Area of the Sky.

He drives fo fwift his Race above

That Mortals can’t perceive him move;

So fmooth his Courfe, oblique or ftreight, Olympus fhakes not with his Weight.

As the fair Queen of folemn Night Fills at his Vafe her Orb of Light, Imparted Luftre; thus we fee

The folar Virtue fhines by thee. Eirefione we’ll no more

Imaginary Power adore,

Since Oil and Wool and chearing Wine And Life-fuftaining Bread are thine.

The fragrant Thyme, the bloomy Rofe, Flower and Herb and Shrub that grows Or on Theffalian Tempe’s Plain,

Or where the rich Sabeans reign :

That treat the Taft, or Smell, or Sight, For Food, for Medecine, or Delight, All planted by thy parent Care

Do fpring and fmile and flourifh there.

PaPTaVve

O ye fweet Nurfes of foft Dreams, Ye reedy Brooks-and winding Streams, Or murm’ring o’er the Pebbles * fheen, Or fliding thro’ the Meadows green ; Or where thro’ matted Sedge you creep Slow trav’ling to your parent Deep, K Refound *i. e Shining or fmooth.

74 Psatms and Hymns.

Refound his Praife by whom you rofe That Sea, which never Ebbs or flows.

2 Ye Trees, whofe Roots defcend as low As high in Air your Branches grow, That pour a venerable Shade For Thought and friendly Converfe made : Your leavy Arms to Heaven extend, And bend your Heads, in Homage bend : Cedars and Pines that wave above, Waving adore your parent Jove.

3 No Evil can from thee proceed, ’Tis only fuffer’d, not decreed ; As Darknefs is not from the Sun, Nor mount the Shades till he is gone. Even then the Pious on his guard Stands undifmay’d, for all prepar’d : Whate’er befal, his Mind’s at reft ; Since what thou fend’ft, muft needs be beft.

4 O Father King, whofe heavenly Face Shines ftill ferene on all thy Race, Can we forget thy guardian Care, How flow to punifh, glad to fpare ! We thy Magnificence adore ;

We thy unceafing Aid implore : Nor vainly for thy Help we call, Nor can we want ; for thou art ALL.

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Hlemdyke Tune. Vol. 2, Page 101.

aia meee Pee

Pratfe pe the ff -ther given, Chrift he gave

pete SIEl

Us to fave now the Hee c oF Beak

0 recs

Fetter Lane Tune, _ Voi. 1,

om seman mt how me cee ate ie ee ms eee eo ee

tas lai 2 ES fete SS te BOS eee

= a= sat gp —o— oa gation fay baa 6 Je aa

~ew - o e ed ——— Om ee eee

throw Be. hy Rod,

a = a

throw a—-way thy Wrath, owee ow Ee eer ee ER ogee mete oe mtn GID es é eon Os p24 SS |2P =: copeae at rae Eee ot:

res ee eed ee oe et ee <9 Oo ee

My — grac’ous Sa~—v’our, and my God,

Sepals ees

ed

O take the- gen—tle . Path. Ava The

4 A Collection of Tunes. Tue Refiguation Tune, Vol. 2. Page 16.

feel

And wilt thou yet be found? And may T

Aer 2c ie Fe ES ae

cant —i——

Rill draw near? Then Jift--en F the ines

pa se EEE

of a poor me Je—fu thy

aay = = |

sees Hee

To thee, I look, to thee, my Lord, ik up

sale ce

an hee tet Heart.

Yeoricha

A Collection of Tunes, 5 ht 3 Tune, Vol. 1, Page 141.

gil eEESIERE =a

price =E=P=p ape Com—mit thou all thy Grief and Who points the nee their ae whom

meee

Fer in—-to his Hands; to his fure a2 4 Winds and Seas o—bey; he thall di—reét thy

det pee:

on -der Care, who Earth and Heavy’ Renee wand’ ring Feet, he hall ree the Way.

font tt iE cree a: os eee]

on; fix on his Work thy fted-faf eh ple fo

— ci pou pee

fhall thy Work be done. Neo FR Aj centt

6 A ColleGtion of Tunes.

Contimed.

=k EERE SEE}

ale thou gain by {elf = fap Es

SSE Bets eee

oF him ¢ com--mend thy Caufe, his Ear at—

Fite aoa fea

sie the Ghee Pray'r.

Bromfwvick T une, tO the 104th Pfalm, Vol. 2. Page 103.

aE Ate: E = Si niet SHE =E Mankind, be ak EFS: ee Mercy we se in fend-- if our ee

i ne blefs us us, iby rete we peatles

Fal ap ne

or fending 3 in * Je--fus Sal--va—tion by Grace. St, Athol’s

Fe

set! SST ILL

4 Collection of Tunes, 7 St. Athol’s Tune, Vol. 3. Page 183.

ae ie sn Eee tli

C = inners, af the ie of te Lord,

as wait “till Chrift ap-pear, aecord-i ang to his Word,

= =p=f =

Oey nS Fees re —3

Re=joyce in Hope, aiad with a

=f: ie ayaty

eee

a fhall from a Sar Cae. be | free.

rene nek eR PACE

Fonmon Tune, Voi. 3. Page 268.

epee]

Oe ee re ee be ee ee ee

Je fi fa the Truth, the Way, 4 eee a-4= =e soa

The Life in us ap----pear; . Thy

9 A Collection of Tunes,

Continued.

Thy Glorious ia disp te and Here shone ERAT.

ree = ¢ i adé =

eos demesne

The he a wi ee sya-—tion ike haft wrought, 2

pete Sh

—- ee the nase of hu-—man Thought.

(pee mice oe ee

Savannab Tune. Vol. 1. Bi 175.

: = ae die bere Lo eee =e: Soi mee Thew je--fes art our eas thy ceaf—-leh ae we die ae =A pz en we re Praife fhall our ie Tongue em-—

ue Praiie 0 ands oar grate--ful Soul, while e=tad

A Collection of Tunes, 9

Continued.

eco se asec.

we vi~-tal Breath -en—joy, while e———

Ate =

————-ter—nal A—ges roll?” oa

ee ne en einige

London New Fune, ft . ce 120.

OS ie ——— “=peie

qf ~~

Saviour if es ae ie é

oa eae ae a

Srae

= ibe me———ri----ted by mine,

=e a eel ee thefe itp rea it Sites :

es

a 3 cpe| feds EeEIIie

a would make mic e—-ver chine.

Hernbuth

10 A Colleétion of Tunes. Hernbuth Tune. Vol. 2. Page 93.

step anaes) ‘pest Hee =|

eer ae om *

Ho--ly Lamb, wie the pias who in thee be--.

ods ESESEEe | eI

a to live, Day and Night they ery to thee,

Stectsta ioe le= ==

re thow art, Fo let ws be. 4

Penmark Tune. Vo). 2. Page 107.

tae eps

Hea--v FF Fa—ther, So--v’reign Lord,

= - —= Set 6 een s :=-B=5:-E—P Fe— 9-1-3 #0 are =$4j-2= = [ '

E—ver faith—ful to hee Wigtteuie

bepencaqene|

Hamed. -bly” we our Seal fet to, Tef—

4 Colleétion of Tunes. ir page

= Ere | “Pep |p ee te ae was a ss ME ee seme, ; - _ cated Set ane ood ~ - HE | —_—— ——

Tef—ti—fy that thou art te.

Salisbury Tune, Vol. 1, Page 209.

SSS

Chiift the Lord, is ris’n to to Day, prc elac ae

Be tome re

——-lu—jab, Sons of Men and ‘An- gels sacha

- -A- — eee - staat

— —_—_ —_ ee ee te owe ed

Triumphs high, = >. Sing ye

Heay'ns, id Barth te ze-ply. EBs lo-jah. Frank-

te A Collection of Tunes, Frankfort Tune, Vol, 3. Page 221.

EST aS

Je—fue hal [ ne—ver be

pret) Goer) VAG, Pees a ale Hat 24 fee pRSE=f= =| ap iks ground—ed ups—on thee ?

ase ete ete fe p==

_—— eee =fS=

Ne—ver by Ny Word are

—~ ae — Er Bee Be _— = 3 aee coe S. Ife ach in EY ee ere we Ta wate

Never in EF Wounds re—fide |

ra AVA

Love Fea Tune. Vol, 2. 4m i8r,

een on en Set a: ~_—— gS ee a ae Be ft ga ere Set J aH: OD Se oe re =F ooo

ae ci tet us Receittg ted ny me all with ‘ Ac——-cord,

oo

; ed OO Nee

a oe ee in, Chat rs praile ih Glheesy to out, . Glory tour Hymin

A Colle&tion of Tunes, 13 Saipan

Bg) Oe OF er ER pi i ei eeapran T e nane ree ee nr ee ee eres ree rr ore tereew prior’! Yeah Soe es

ae mns Di—vine. com— mon Lord.

aeaepe

oon and Hearts and Voi—ces

ee eee = z |

Sing as im ‘the an--tient Es an-—ts

aE Peepers Say

ee the yn poladtlans Sak aes

peta iSesBS=

— ee BE a oe Oe

LiESss ee F ath Feat of See

St. Mary’s Ture, Vol. 1. Page 135,

pat st2-4.|J-fLP=2| =

God fu--preme our Hopo de—peads, B — Whofe,

14 A Collection of Tunes. Continued.

— pe ee ee -—j— —— -— — -G—a—}— - —— -— -- - — = —— Uj} —g— —- - —- —— owe a ee eer ee

Whole cm—ni-—pre—fent Sight,

=o Spee at

eee ee Fe E= ee

Ev'n to the Path—lefs Realms ex—~tends

oe ae eeilZ=

un—-cre~——-a——ted Night.

——

St. John’s Tune. Vol. 1. Page 43.

ae peal pis rem fom? Sis oe 6 wes oP icicles

My Stock lies dead, and no In creafe

SE aaa y= =|

i aa: eee

” = oe p—0- eee ry ee;

Does vied pat Gifts Ss SA:

Ffete=9 +e Re = =|

EE thy Gra—ces with—-out ceafe

ATTA

meno me he me mee 0Qees ee owns

Drop gently from a—bove.

Bedford

A Colleétion of Tunes, 15 Bedford Tune. Vol. 3. P. 8g.

ie poe =f Ps -e5|

‘ ae an—~-to fag Jord hath faid,

Be 4 a= ee 4A-2O-—--—o

—<— —— aw meres eee caeanne <=

et ie ie see he ee ae ee ee ed

sit hou in Gle—y, fit,

: a =| ie =e

Till thine E—ne—mies have made

soe essa

— ews ee

Fo bow be-meath thy Tice.

ee ne

Besley 7: De WN Gln2s a Age a7:

a ad dia yie=2i

St -vicur, who rea--dy art to hear (rea— iceats =a 2a ie BEE |

_—- ae than I to pray) An- eke my beavee: -ly ~~ ro

steeper: PE EE eee

ut--ter'd Pray’r, ay meet me on the Way. B 2 Mar ienborn

16 @ Callettion af Tunes. Merveanders Tawe. Voli, Page 35.

—

—

——- —_—— —— ——

Bed & Sak Peete poy

—e ene ogee ee —— en oe

Fost bk st Ca

roa =

Fe—ther, Sees

ZS ~—_- ee ae = a ~~ —— =a =| a fie==

ares yaen eee Re.

Brated Fare, Vol. 1. Page 138.

seep a ey Si dak, wo cent Ga com— laa,

a SS ee = —-

a ar Ce

A Collection of Tunes. 47 Continued.

i ae

, * — : O Se-view do not now dif—-dain,

Sed! i= === ll

weeeh Meet ~~ heeotl ‘My yas ble Praife and Love.

nee a=

ae ial --le-—lu—jah, Sey ,

ge a nee on ee pore EA Ie eer Em mee,

pis: Bam ae, t Veena aE

AF Gee ee ed aoe “gop We, —_—

ae ee ee pen BI ee one oe BE on mee me Hal—le---ln—- Hh Amen.

- ae

eens meer

Wenwo Tune. Vol.2. Page 79.

eae 554 rare F: ve As — satin |

A> se ont fw ere > ee = 0x5 “mw

O ee thou senna the Ba. rent,

OO Om ree tt 5 =e A ee A ED A SERIES AT maw or ae ee ee we wore mee -—pPp---—

=6FP ee ee eT ere

— eee ew ye wosaoeses Eee Ae Jn Macey come cown! B3 “Stretch

a A Collection of Tunes,

Continued,

= Fee ile ESS

Streich out thine Aes Om—-ni—-po--tent,

= ee 2c = =p == See

fear feize me for thine own.

pee eee aera

And feize. me for, and feize me for thine own.

== HSEB=eE|

Je—fu, thou art my Righte--ouf—~—nefs,

eae eee es = | Rig ert oes ener = Se

ae Eom _— te

For all my Sins were thine,

ste Fees

Thy Death hath bought of God my Peace,

epee ee

— —— ecm te

!

|

|

u

Hi

{ | pee eee Oteadn ddemadenre Bepmpatege

ee Ere ee ee Fe ee --

ee ee nee

Thy Life hath, made him mine.

A Colleétion of Tunes. 19 Continued,

22s Hs g6--0 i. Jepo== Oe ate and. Juft ia thee. I am,

ome oe > ~ HO ae oe cere ee 8 eee fh en re eee ens pee a5? ee — ee EOE ee oome—er were ae —- See

aE $22 af a a

I feel my Sins. for—giv’ ee

Sao sSpaload ieee ep I tafte Sal—-va--tion in i Name, Se eee es [Oo Ne aie E| 5 |=o= Hh He Lop ess

And an-te—date my Heav’n.

= et re ee

-@ —— +

es eet ao wes aoe w ge = f= ee EX mee O2ace —— ow

Cripplegate Tune. Vol. 3. Page 3or.

oe Bt o= Peete =|

goede =fa-8 cape a amen Oe Sere On God fu-preme our Hope de-pends,

7 {ES ya 9 2=== =H

Fk pine opl een Sight ;

lg sy ee eet oc

eae the path—-lefs Realms ex—-tends, Of

20 A Collection of Tunes. Continued.

a OO AD to ate os HO a mise oyun ema

See See ES ee cee

coe eee See ee ee

oe SS SF ce

eas we tee ee ee, STEED ESTEE) OEY mee ee

AES SEEN Night:

=e = 1 za

= in A-=byfs of er: Dif—trefe,

aS = =e spel

=: him we rais’d ovr ey.

peered eet

His = bid cur Sor--rows ceafe,

re

fli*d our Tongue with Joy.

ge dg Tune. en 2. Page roz.

Steep =

e Hee arid aoe a—~gree,..

=o

he Fa-ther’s Praife to fing, Who

fA Colleftion of ‘Tunes. 2 Coatinued.

Sole SIER ES ne]

Who driws us to alton Son, i

ea HEE JERE ce {ie rae

May to = =Glo—-ry bring.

Angel’s Hymn Tune. Vol. i. Page 84,

ae |

ee er ~~ ee -—— ee en

Who hath be-liev’d the Ti-dings? who? aieae ps asap el fe]

ed San ic Sereno

——— tee eee

Or snfelt the Mack our Words im--part 7

F ba kat =e Wiis 3 ey 7 AE ORME

Meal GD BURDENED

iz f= | Bay p=" = =2{ Gladty confefe'd our Re--cord true,

ee treorere

ap 5 aoa ee ee nt iy

And found the Saviour in his Heart.

=P es eee eee

_ Se ES ee we ee

Cannon

22 A Colleétion of Tunes. Cannon.Tune. Vol. 2. Page Ce

pl sera -zs

Je—fu, thy Blood, and Righteouf-neG,

= “FE PEeSe Ee Eel

My Beaur—ty are, my glorious Drefs.

Fa ee eee a=

*Midk flaming Worlds in thefe ar--ray’d

eee eee |

With Joy fhall I lift cp my Head.

Firft German Tune. Vol. 2. Page 74.

afZle CSE Serial

I thurft, thou wound ed Lamb of Ged,

we ue sist p= Ss

ee wath me in thy come. Blood,

at —— we 3 Be eS a = a

A Collection of Tunes. 2g

Continued.

sett EElre sa eee eit

Ts fweet, and Life ea Death is Gain.

Leipfick Tune, Vol. 2. ne 97.

gli aeE EEE EY

Je—-fu! my peti thy—felf ap--ply,

Fas CEE=P Set

Thy ho-—ly es breathe,

pete te |

My vile 3 fe&ti--ons cru——-ci-—fy,

ae pris ae Se eoeeer == fete ee

= me to ae Death. os

ae SEpHEEEE

on-

a)

24 A Colleftion of Tunes,

sree

=e SS — ifs eres eee

~$- Ba _ Toe eeeet oe

if<——

= ES = io Fw rere eee

ee [= a Op SP om OAGEA™ em ~ae<ps coe

etd

Sera L ciie aa Vol. 1. Page 36.

eee ae tes

ap © oes ee > ee we - Poe 9 oe

Be—ing of fee God i Love,

To are, our a we ve rales

Thy gas Pow'r we ee i lEE Ee ig

pa Oe RS OS OS ee oe ee ys And itis fmg thy a

ee =

me Oe —— a oe —— oe On ee

A Collection of Tunes. 25 Second German Tune. Vol. 1. Page 94.

settee PCE ESI

aes Sou} 15 thee proftrate lies,

si peel aetley ee

To eee her ae my Spi—-rit flies,

sesetir ele

sii Wants I mourn, my Chains I fee:

=analatiin eit

© let thy Pre--fence fet me free!

Crucifixton Tune. Vol. 1, Page 117.

os a +--F¥ : nite aire ae zee And ean it be that fhould gain

sil Eee se

An I[nt'reft in the Saviour’s c oe

26 4 Collection of Tunes, Conunned.

nape alae

Dy’d he for me ?— who caus’d his Paiu!

=o peas cerem om § on BR - cu - mae

a =| O20 woe ae -~-gft

E - of

oe on See = =f b 6 ies

For me ?— who dd to Death "ato

si fal =e

A—ma--zing Love ! = an it es ge

reat & © if. +e ear SEE cle Paes | - gay: — =F Saas =F oe foes a ee OP se cer wears ee ee adler een ee Lin Bs oe cme:

Sire cae my God, fhouldft die for me.

Thingion June, Vol. 2. Page 169.

rales Eee lecess!t

aie 10 up and od well—-be—lord

pS

to. Jemfus, el F Ses- =o dear, . Enter,

A Colleétion of Tunes, 27

Continued.

“a i=

En—-ter, and ed thy—.- or aa

a= and find, en-~--ter

cs a

pall +m ao io ~ 19 meee ee

and find IF God is here!

Tansur’s Tune, Vol, 3. Page 278.

z sees foe

O that the Infe~in—fu—fing atid the pine

ae == ——

on If--—rael’s Race, the Church, C2 the

28 A Collection of Tunes. - Continued.

rt ERE ee ta fal

the Church, he purchasd with his Blood !

ume

Clark’s Tune. Vol 1. sks 12g,

q>* gob ale Fe=d: es

jee to thee, my 2 ite I irish

Sel ceceauel owe oe a E= 7 oa q- pai a ee. ESS ES o- ea

Strange Flames ne foal E Soul re-—move 5

Efi eee

aaa _—— ee eee

Fair--eft fa -Taony, ten thou --fa1 --fand thou,

aelee =dtgs=E| eloed| Be thou my Lord, my ee my Love. ho ere

Cardiff Ture. Vol. 3. Page ars.

at Se EE

eer ee ee —- oe

Come. O he Tra- pein un-known, Whom

A Colleétion of Tunes. 29

Continued.

ppetegre: mites

P= full I hold, but can—not pep pet

=fastestess He re|

Com--pa-—-ny before is gone, and Fe

mae aa Serere

am a a-——lone ae thee, = ess

aya | Bae a

all Night 1 mec I mean to a and Ywreftle’ "till

erg resist ltee-= arreeaee - ore ol ams ne a Ffane= Catal Be —=a- [ee 8

the art of a

Armpterdam Tune, Vok. 3. Page 210.

OSES

T will heark-en what my Lord hall’ Haft thou uot a gra-ctous Word for

C3 fay

30 4 Collechon of Tunes. Contmued.

SoS 2

| aie ee Sm eet eee ees ee eee fay con—tern—ing me. one that = on thee?

pay eset ata Sai

scm it to tla Sis Soul, that J sion the in

Sots hea Ee

thee have eats and Pow’r, ne--ver from my

ase

Saviour Ay, and ne—-ver grieve thee more.

Slow German Tune. Vol. 3. Page 142.

eee eee

My Father, OG my Father, hear Now as a Servant ap—pear,

Sede SPE

thy weak--eft FE im—.- per oniets Call! and yet thou know't me Heir OF Sra O make

4 Collection of Tunes, 32 Continued.

ped aia eee

make me know as am known ;

alga tel

Speak, Fa—ther, © am not thy Son ?

—

Vol... ae Mi

A pee OOS ee came ns aD heme,

ook:

a eetenee rae eaace ass

Ane eines ol rs Et ide 3s”

Je~—fus, the pats Lamb,

Sal—-va—tion x whofe on—-ly Name

mS a8 ee ee nacSoesef| ierienad ipaeeee ot ieee it ar EI EES a == = Lo- ver of dott oa

A fin—ful World .can find:

Ca

atetad = eae]

ORS ne name + em

I ask thy Grace to make me clean,

am ie =e a= 2825+]

a ee nee we eae ee een Dee

Aeee en Re ae ee ee wee er ret wert

I come to thee, my God: 2 : Open, .

32 A Collection of Tunes. Continued,

Spee SESE |

O--pen, O bard for this Day's Sin

eR TT IES

St. Luke’s Tume.. Vol. 1. Page 132.

pegie- doce le=t= al

common Vi—fion this T

eek = ea

In. more the hu--man Bhi aes

== eo Ee La) fa Dosen oe ee em tee ase ge. WS Bw came am: mem © ee Bae ee

Who ae this mighty He—ro, who,

———— qf-c=|

ra glo-sious. Tsr--ror on his Brow? His

4 Collection of Tunes, 33 Continued. |

spi= Beis

His deep dy’d Crim-fon ie out—vie

pepe eg bse]

The Biahhee of the Morn—ing Sky :

a =r SEE oes —

ok ae —— en ae ee

Lo, how tri—- pha he Eee

a a= ante oe — ee ee BE é om 324 }5=

ae Vid’ry in his- Oneness bee

ares

ae Tune. Vol. is as He

Fa-—ther, if ‘thou my anther oe ac a. aE ey Sorel iifaisl thee Sphehes. ob iy, Ste,

2.3. =E Peps: =I Breathe him m—~<o my pent-ing, Heait, And

34 A Collection of Tunes,

Continued,

pees eal ee

And make me know as I am known:

pis fee ae

aa me thy confcions ee Cand, that

Saat eee = 3 pas SEH ‘pair Sexe S55: ee | |

Fa--ther, Ab--ba, Fa.-ther cry.

. Swift ae Tune. Vol. t. Page 85.

pia

Father of 2g from whom pros eeeds: : Whele Goodnels pro——vi—--dent—-ly nigh

ee tel

es, thy - —-ry Crea—ture needs, .Feeds the Sa a Ra--vens :2 = or

To aa i look; my os pre—pare,

eed mae es

Sug—gett and -heatk--en «o my Pray’r. The

A Celleétion of Tunes. 35 — 113th Pfalm Tune. Vol. 1. Page 136,

shia 112-403

Priefts of God, whofe hap--py ae Ye pions Wor=thip—pers pro--claim

ee a

Are fpent in your Cre=--a--tor’s Name's = With g outs of a his aes Name; ~

aa nae F: more or Fame ex— end teed =P: with prai--fing, blefs.

er God's = pe tit r—fmnd”

see = Sept

Be—yont- did Time's s too fean—ty Bound,

sdpSrse

Aad thro’ a A—ges pierce,

To where be - {ets with pur-pled Beams, Thro’

36 + A. ColieBion of Times. ~

Continued.

Sapeete= EF

Thro’ all the wide-firetch'd U-—ni—verfe

Evefbam Tune. Vol. 2, Page 200.

eee gr

a ES on oe

that thou woul’t the :e -vers rend! - gubESt ptr ps

© that Died would‘ this Hour iz down ! eae Biss

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