V. Submission to afflictive providences, Job i. 21.

NAKED

as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first,

We to the earth return again,

And mingle with our dust.

2. The dear delights we here enjoy

And fondly call our own

Are but short favours borrow'd now,

To be repaid anon,

3. 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives, and (blessed be his name!)

He takes but what he gave.

4. Peace, all our angry passions then,

Let each rebellious sigh

Be silent at his sov'reign will,

And ev'ry murmur die.

5. If smiling mercy crown our lives

Its praises shall be spread,

And we'll adore the justice too

That strikes our comforts dead.

VI. Triumph over death, Job xix. 25, 25, 27.
GREAT God! I own thy sentence just,
And nature must decay,

I yield my body to the dust
To dwell with fellow clay.

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2. Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave

And trample on the tombs;

My Jesus my Redeemer lives,

My God, my Saviour comes!

3. The mighty Conquʼrór shall appear High on a royal seat,

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4. Tho' greedy worms devour my skin
And gnaw my wasting flesh,
When God shall build my bones again
He clothes them all afresh:

5. Then shall I see thy lovely face With strong immortal eyes,

And feast upon the unknown grace

With pleasure and surprise.

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VII. The invitation of the gospel, or spiritual food and clothing, Isa. Iv. 1, 2, &c.

LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,

And ev'ry heart rejcice,

The trumpet of the gospel sounds

With an inviting voice.

2. Ho! all ye hungry starving souls.

That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind,

3. Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4. Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5. Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join,

Salvation in abundance flows
Like floods of milk and wines

[6. Ye perishing and naked poor
Who work with mighty pain
To weave a garment of your own
That will not hide your sin.

7. Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God,

Wrought by the labours of his Son,

And dy'd in his own blood.]

8. Dear God! the treasures of thy love

Are everlasting mines,

Deep as our helpless mis'ries are,
And boundless as our sins!

9. The happy gates of gospel grace: Stand open night and day:

Lord! we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away,

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VIII. The safety and protection of the Church, Isa,xxvi.1,--6. How honourable is the place

Where we adoring stand,

Sion the glory of the earth,

And beauty of the land!

2. Bulwarks of mighty grace defend

The city where we dwell;

The walls of strong salvation made
Defy th' assaults of hell.

3. Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling,
Enter ye nations that obey
The statutes of our King.

4. Here shall you taste unmingled joys And live in perfect peace

You that have known Jehovah's name
And ventur'd on his grace.

5. Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,

And banish all your fears;

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells

Eternal as his years.

6. What tho' the rebels dwell on high

His arm shall bring them low,

Low as the caverns of the grave
Their lofty heads shall bow.

7. On Babylon our feet shall tread In that rejoicing hour;

The ruins of her walls shall spread
A pavement for the poor.

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IX. The promises of the covenant of grace, Isa. ¡v. 1, 2. Zech. xiii. 1. Micah vii, 19. Ezek. xxxvi. 25, Fc.

In vain we lavish out our lives

To gather empty wind;

The choicest blessings earth can yield

Will starve a hungry mind.

2. Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls With more substantial meat,

With such as saints in glory love,

With such as angels eat.

3. Our God will ev'ry want supply
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by cov'nant and by oath
The riches of his grace.

4. Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls And wash away our stains

In the dear fountain that his Son

Pour'd from his dying veins.

[5. Our guilt shall vanish all away Tho' black as hell before,

Our sins shall sink beneath the sea
And shall be found no more,

6. And lest pollution should o'erspread Our inward pow'rs again,

His Spirit shall bedew our souls

Like purifying rain.]

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