The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own,

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The promife is fulfill'd; Mary the wond'rous virgin bears, And Jefus is the child.

2 [The Lord, the highest God,

Calls him his only Son;
He bids him rule the lands abroad,
And gives him David's throne.
3 O'er Jacob fhall he reign.
With a peculiar sway;
The nations shall his grace obtain,
His kingdom ne'er decay.]

4 To bring the glorious news,
A heav'nly form appears;

He tells the fhepherds of their joys,
And banishes their fears.

5 Go, humble fains, faid he,
To David's city fly;
The promis d'infant, born to day,
Doth in a manger lie.

With looks and heart ferene

Go vifit Chrift your King;

And ftraight a flaming troop was feen;
The thepherds heard them fing:

7 Glory to God on high!
And heav'nly peace on earth,
Good-will to men, io angels joy,
At the Redeemer's birth.

[In worship fo divine

Let faints employ their tongues, With the celeftial hoft we join, And loud repeat their songs • Glory to God on bigh! And heav'nly peace on earth, Bood-rill to men, to angels joy, At our Redeemer's birth.]

IV. Referred to the 2d Pfalm.

To be repaid anon.

'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,

Or finks them in the grave,
He gives and (blessed be his name !)
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry paffions then,
Let each rebellious figh
Be filent at his fov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.

5 If fmiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises fhall be spread,
And we'll adore the justice too
That ftrikes our comforts dead.

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COMMON METRE.

Triumph over Death. Job xix. 25, 26, 27. REAT God,Town the sentence juft, And nature muft decay;

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I yield my body to the duft,
To dwell with fellow-clay.

Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave;
And trample on the tombs;
My Jefus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

3 The mighty conqu'ror fhall appear
High on a royal feat,

And death the laft of all his foes,
Lye vanquish'd at his feet.

Though greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh,
When God fhall build my bones again,

He'll clothe them all afresh :

Then fhall I fee thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes,
And feaft upon thy unknown grace
With pleasure and furprise.

VII. COMMON METRE.

The Invitation of the Gofpel: Or, Spiritual Food and Clothing. Ifa. lv. 1, 2, &c.

And vainly ftrive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind:

3 Etal Wifdom has prepar'd
A foul-reviving fealt,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provifion taste.

4 Ho!

ye that pant

for living ftreams,

And pine away and die ;

Truft in the Lord, for ever truft,

And banifh all your fears:

With fprings that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 [Ye perishing and naked poor,

Who work with mighty pain, ·To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide. your fin

7 Come naked and adorn your fouls
In robes prepar'd by God,
Wrought by the labours of his Son,
And dyed in his blood.]

8 Dear God! the treasures of thy love
Are everlafting mines,
Deep as our helplefs miferies are,
And boundless as our fins!
The happy gates of gofpel grace
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to feek fupplies,
And drive our wants away,

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xxvi. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6.

Ow honourable is the place
Where we adoring ftand,

Zion the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land!

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell;
The walls of ftrong falvation made,
Defy th' affaults of hell.

3 Lift up the everlafting gates,
The doors wide open fling,
Enter ye nations, that obey-
The ftatutes 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.
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In that rejoicing hour; 'The ruins of her walls fhall fpread A pavement for the poor.

N vain we lavifh out our lives,

IN To gather empty wind;

The choiceft bleffings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.

2 Come, and the Lord fhall feed our fouls
With more fubftantial meat,
With fuch as faints in glory love,.

With fuch as angels eat...

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

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Come and he'll cleanse our fpotted fouls,
And wash away our ftains

In the dear fountain that his Son,
Pour'd from his dying veins..
[Our guilt hall vanish all away,
Though black as hell before;
Our fins fhall fink beneath the fea,..
And fhall be found no more.

6 And left pollution fhould o'erspreadTM
Our inward pow'rs again,

His Spirit fhall bedew our fouls
Like purifying rain.]

7. Our heart that flinty ftubborn thing,
That terrours cannot move,
That fears no threatnings of his wrath,
Shall be diffolv'd by, love ::

8 Or he can take the flint away

That would not be refin'd,
And from the treasures of his grace...
Beftow a fofter mind.

The bleffedness of Gospel Times: Or, The velation of Chrifto Jews and Gentiles. Ifa. v. 2, 7, 8, 9, 10. Math. xiii..16, 17..

How

Who ftand on Zion's hill, Who bring falvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice, How fweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King, "He reigns and triumphs here."

3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful found, Which kings and prophets waited for And fought, but never found! 4 How bleffed are our eyes,

That fee this heav'nly light; Prophets and kings defir'd it long, "But dy'd without the fight.

5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs,

And defarts learn the joy..

6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God..

5" There's none can know the Father right,"But those who learn it from the Son; "Nor can the Son be well receiv'd, "But where theFather makes him known." 6 Then let our fouls adore our God, That deals his graces as he please ; Nor gives to mortals an account, Or of his actions or decrees.

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COMMON METRE.

Free Crace in revealing Chrift. Luke x. 27.
I ESUS the man of conftant grief,
A mourner all his days;
His Spirit once rejoic'd aloud,
And turn'd his joy to praise.

2 Father I thank thy wondrous love,
That bath revealed thy Son
To men unlearned; and to babes
Has made thy gofpel known.

3. The myfries of redeeming grace
Are. hidden from the wife,

While pride and carnal reas'nings join
To fwell, and blind their eyes.

4 Thus doth the Lord of heav'n and earth His great decrees fulfil,

And orders all his works of grace
By his own fov'reign will.

XIII. LONG METRE.

The Son of GOD incarnate: Or, The Titles and the Kingdom of CHRIST. Ifa. ix. 2, 6, 7. T

THE lands that long in darkness lay,

Now have beheld a heav'nly light; Nations that fat in death's cold fhade, Are bless'd with beams divinely bright..

2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord,
Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the fure reward.]

3 God has laid up in heav'n for me.
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day
Shall place it on my head.

4, Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to fee
The appearance of his Son.

5 Jefus, the Lord, fhall guard me fafe
From ev'ry ill defign;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble foul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell fhall rage in vain
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. Amen.

Along the Idumean road,
Away from Bozrah's gate!

2 The glory of his robes proclaim
'Tis fome victorious king:

""Tis I the just, the Almighty One, "That your falvation bring."

XXIX. COMMON METRE.

The Triumph of Chrift: Or, The Ruin of An ticbrift. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7~

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LIFT my banner, faith the Lord, "Where Antichrift has flood; "The city of my gospel foes

"Shall be a field of blood. "My heart has ftudied just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come, "To wipe away their tears.

Quite weary is my patience grówny "And bids my fury go: "Swift as the lightning it fhall move, "And be as fatal too.

"I call for helpers but in vain :

"Then has my gofpel none? [nough, "Well, mine own arm has might e"To crush my foes alone.

"Slaughter, and my devouring fword
"Shall walk the streets around,
"Babel fhall reel beneath my ftroke,
"And ftagger to the ground."
Thy honours, O victorious King!
Thine own right hand fhall raise,
While we thy awful vengeance fing,
And our deliverer praïfe.

XXX. LONG METRE.

Prayer for Deliverance anfwered. Isa. xxvi.

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Why thine apparel's red?

And all thy vefture stain'd like those
Who in the wine-prefs tread?

"I by myfelf have trod the prefs,
"And crush'd my foes alone;'
"My wrath has ftruck the rebels dead,
"My fury ftamp'd them down.
""Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes
"With joyful scarlet stains;

The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins. "Thus fhall the nations be destroy'd "That dare infult my faints; "I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, *An ear for their complaints.".

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Our fouls defire is to thy name,"
And the remembrance of thy face.

My thoughts are fearching, Lord for thee;
'Mongft the black fhades of lonefome night;
My earnest cries falute the fkies,.
Before the dawn restore the light,

Look how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God;,
But they fhall fee thy lifted hand,
And feel the fcourges of thy rod.

Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes,
A voice of mufick to his friends,
But threat ning thunder to his foes..