Y helper GOD! I blefs his name: The fame his pow'r, his grace the The tokens of his friendly care
Open, and crown, and close the year.
I 'midft ten thousand dangers ftand,
Supported by his guardian hand;
And fee, when I review my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise
III.
Thus far his arm hath led me on;
Thus far I make his mercy known;
And, while I tread this defart land,
New mercies fhall new fongs demand,
IV.
My grateful Soul, on Jordan's fhore,
Shall raise one facred pillar more:
Then bear, in his bright courts above,
Infcriptions of immortal love.
The great Journey. Job xvi. 22.
EHOLD the path that mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.
Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my foul, this doom thy own;
Feeble as theirs my mortal frame,
The fame my way, my houfe the fame.
III.
From vital air, from chearful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,
From fcenes of duty, means of grace,
Muft I to GOD's tribunal pafs?
Important journey! awful view!
How great the change! the scenes how new! The golden gates of heav'n difplay'd,
Or hell's fierce flames, and gloomy fhade!
Awake, my foul; thy way prepare,
And lofe in this each mortal care;
With fteady feet that path be trod,
Which thro' the grave conducts to God.
VI.
Jefus, to thee my all I trust,
And, if thou call me down to duft,
I know thy voice, I blefs thy hand,
And die in fimiles at thy command.
VII.
What was my terror, is my joy;
These views my brighteft hopes employ,
To go, e'er many years are o'er,
Secure I fhall return no more.
Triumph in God's Protection. Pfa. xviii. 2.
LEGIONS of foes befet me round,
While marching o'er this dang'rous
Yet in JEHOVAH's aid I trust,
And in his pow'r fuperior boat.
My buckler he His thield is fpread
To cover this defenceless head:
Now let the fierceft foes affail,
Their darts I count as rattling hail.
III.
He is my rock, and he my tow'r;
The base how firm ! the walls how fure!
The battlements how high they rife!
And hide their fummits in the fkies.
Deliv'rances to God belong;
He is my ftrength, and he my fong;
The horn of my falvation he,
And all my foes difpers'd thall fee.
Thro' the long march my lips fhall fing
My great protector, and my king,
Till Zion's mount my feet afcend,
And all my painful warfare end.
Rais'd on the fhining turrets there,
Thro' all the prospect wide and fair,
A land of peace his hofts furvey,
And bless the grace that led the way.
The Gospel Jubilee. Pfalm lxxxix. 15.
OUD let the tuneful trumpet found,
And spread the joyful tidings round,
Let ev'ry foul with transport hear,
And hail the LORD's accepted year.
II.
Ye debtors, whom he gives to know,
That you ten thousand talents owe,
When humbled at his feet ye fall,
Your gracious LORD forgives them all.
III.
Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain
Of fin and hell's tyrannic reign,
To liberty affert your claim,
And urge the great Redeemer's name.
The rich eftate by Adam loft,
Reftor'd by CHRIST, you now may
Fair Salem your arrival waits,
To golden streets, and pearly gates.
Her bleft inhabitants no more
Bondage and poverty deplore :
No debt, but love immenfely great,
Whose joy ftill rifes with the debt.
VI.
O happy fouls that know the found!
GOD's light fhall all their fteps furround;
And fhew that Jubilee begun,
Which thro' eternal years
The innumerable Mercies of God thankfully acknowledged. Pfalm cxxxix. 17, 18.
IN glad amazement, LORD, I stand
Amidft the bounties of thy hand;
How numberless those bounties are !
How rich, how various, and how fair!
But O! what poor returns I make !
What lifeless thanks I pay thee back!
LORD, I confefs with humble fhame,
My off'rings fcarce deserve the name.
Fain would my lab'ring heart devife
To bring fome nobler facrifice:
It finks beneath the mighty load :
What shall I render to my GOD?
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