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HYMN

LXVI.

PSALM cxlvii.

I.

PRAISE ye the LORD; 'tis good to raise

Our Hearts and Voices in his Praife;

His Nature and his Works invite,

To make this Duty our Delight.

II.

He form'd the Stars, thofe heav'nly 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.
III.

Great is the LORD, and great his Might,
And all his Glories, infinite:

He crowns the Meek, rewards the Juft,
And treads the Wicked to the Dust.
IV.

Sing to the LORD, exalt him high,
Who fpread his Clouds around the Sky;
There He prepares the fruitful Rain,
Nor lets the Drops defcend in vain.

V.

He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn,

And clothes the fmiling Fields with Corn:
The Beafts with Food his Hands fupply,
And the young Ravens, when they cry.

VI.

What is the Creature's Skill or Force ?
The fprightly Man or war-like Horse?
The piercing Wit, the active Limb?
All are too mean Delights for Him!

But

VII.

But Saints are lovely in his Sight,
He views his Children with Delight;
He fees their Hopes, He knows their Fear,
And looks and loves his Image there.
VIII.

Praise GOD from whom all Bleffings flow,
Praife him all Creatures here below ;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly Hoft,
Praise FATHER, SON and HOLY GHOST.

CHIRST Our Wisdom, Righteoufnefs,
Sanctification, and Redemption.
I Cor. i. 30.

B

I.

URY'D in Shadows of the Night,
We
e lie, 'till CHRIST reftores the Light;

Wisdom defcends to heal the Blind,

And chace the Darkness of the Mind.
· II.

Loft guilty Souls are drown'd in Tears,
'Till the atoning Blood appears;
Then they awake from deep Diftrefs,
And fing the LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
III.

Jefus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his Slaves in heavy Chains :.
He fets the Pris'ner free, and breaks
The iron Bondage from our Necks.

Poor

IV.

Poor helpless Worms in thee poffefs
Grace, Wisdom, Power, and Righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, may we
Give our whole Selves, O Lord, to Thee!

HYMN LXVIII.

The Same.

I.

OW heavy is the Night,

How

That hangs upon our Eyes,

'Till CHRIST with his reviving Light!

Over our Souls arife!

II.

Our guilty Spirits dread

To meet the Wrath of Heav'n; But in his Righteoufnefs array'd, We see our Sins forgiv'n.

Unholy and impure

III.

Are all our Thoughts and Ways; His Hands infected Nature cure With fanctifying Grace.

IV.

The Pow'rs of Hell agree

To hold our Souls in vain ; He fets the Sons of Bondage free, And breaks the curfed Chain. V.

Lord, we adore thy Ways

That bring us near to GoD:

Thy fov'reign Pow'r, thy healing Grace,

And thine atoning Blood.

HYMN

HYMN LXIX.

JOIN

Offices of CHRIST.

I.

VOIN all the glorious Names
Of Wisdom, Love, and Power,

That Mortals ever knew,

*

That Angels ever bore:
All are too mean
To speak his Worth,
Too mean to fet
Our Saviour forth.
II.

But, O what gentle Terms;
What condefcending Ways,
Doth our REDEEMER ufe
To teach his heav'nly Grace!
My Soul, with Joy

And Wonder fee

What Forms of Love
He bears for thee.
III.

Great Prophet of our God,

Our Tongues would blefs thy Name :
By thee the joyful News

Of our Salvation came :

The joyful News

Of Sins forgiv'n,

Of Hell fubdu'd,

And Peace with Heav'n.

IV.

JESUS, our great High Prieft,
Offer'd his Blood and dy'd ;

*Phil. ii. 9.

Thou

Thou guilty Sinner seek
No Sacrifice befide :
His pow'rful Blood
Did once atone,
And now it pleads
Before the Throne.
y.

Thou dear Almighty Lord,
Our Conqu❜ror and our King,
Thy Scepter and thy Sword,
Thy reigning Grace we fing.
Thine is the Pow'r;
O may we fit,

In willing Bonds,
Beneath thy Feet!

HYMN LXX.

The Same.

1.

ARRAY'D in mortal Flesh,

Lo the GREAT ANGEL stands,

And holds the Promises

And Pardons in his Hands:

Commiffion'd from

His Father's Throne,

To make his Grace

To Mortals known.

IL

Be thou our Counsellor,
Our Pattern and our Guide!
And through this defart Land
Still keep us near thy Side!