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GREAT God, own the centence juft,
III. SHORT METRE. 12 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own, The Nativity of Cbrif. Luke i. 30, &c. Luke Are but short favours borrow'd now, ii. 10, &c.
To be repaid anon.
3. 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, The promise is fulfill'd;
Or finks them in the grave, Mary the wond'rous virgin bears,
He gives and (blessed be his name !) And Jesus is the child.
He takes but what he gave.
Let each rebellious figh
And ev'ry murmur die. 3 O'er Jacob fhall he reiga
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, With a peculiar sway ;
Its praises shall be spread,
And we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.
VI. COMMON METRE. Ile tells the shepherds of their joy.s,
Triumph over Death. Job xix. 25, 26, 27. And banihes their fears. s Go, humble swains, said hey
nature must To David's city fly ;
I yield my body to the daft,
To dwell with fellow-clay.
12 Yet faith may triumph o'er the gravez 6 With looks and heart serene
And trample on the tombs ;
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.
The mighty conqu’ror shall appear 7 Glory to God on hig!
High on a royal seat,
And death the last of all his foes,
Lye vanquish'd at his feet.
14 Though greedy worms devour my skin, Let saints employ their tongues,
And gnaw my wasting Aesh,
bones against With the celeftial host we join,
He'll clothe thein all afresh :
6 Then shall I fee thy lovely face
With strong immorral eyes,
And feast upon thy unknown grace Good-will to men, to angels joy,
With pleasure and surprise.
VII. COMMON METRE.
The Invitation of the Gospel : Or, Spiritual
Food and Clothing. Ifa. lv. 1, 2, &c.
ET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.
Hot all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly ftrive with carthly toys
15 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust, To ill an empty mind :
And banish all your fears :
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 3. Et, ał Wisdom has preparid
Eternal as his years.
6 What though the rebels dwell on high, The rich provision taste.
His arm (hall bring thein low;
grave 4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
Their lofty heads Thall bow.
and die i
In that rejoicing hour ;
The ruins of her walls shall spread
A pavement for the poor.
IX. COMMON METRE. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor,
The Promises of the Covenant of Grace. I a.lv.
N vain we lavish out our lives,
gather empty wind;
The choicest blesings earth can yield
2. Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
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.
And drive our wants away, 14. Come and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wath away our stains
In the dear fountain that his Son,
xxvi. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
5 [Our guilt thall vanish all away,
Though black as hell before;
Our sins shall link beneath the sea,.. . And beauty of the land!
And shall be found no more, 2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
6 And left pollution should o'erspread The city where we dwell;
Our inward pow'rs again,
Like purifying rain.]
7. Our heart that flinty stubborn thing, The doors wide open fling,
That terrours cannot move,
That fears no threatnings of his wrath,
Shall be diffolv'd by, love : :
That would not be refin'd,
Bertow.a softer mind.
There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, 12 “ I thank thy sov'reign pow'r and love, And deep engrave his law,
“ That crowns my doctrine with success; And ev'ry motion of our souls “ And makes the babes in knowledge learn To swift obedience draw,
“ The heights, and breadthis, and length's Lo Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise ; “ But all this glory lies conceald, We the dear people of his love, “ From men of prudence and of might; And he our God of grace.
“ The prince of darkness blinds their eyes,
“ And their own pride resists the light.
14" Father, 'tis thus, because thy will X. SHORT METRE:
“ Chose and ordaind it should be so
" 'Tis thy delight t' abase the proud, The bleffedness of Gospeł Times : Or, The Red And lay the haughty scorner low..
velation of Ckrift to Jews and Gentiles. Ifa. v. 2, 7, 8, 9, 1o. Marb. xiii..16, 17.. s“ There's none can know the Fatherright,
“ But those who learn it from the Son ; OW beauteous are their feet.
“ Nor can the Son be well receivid, Who stand on Zion's hill,
" But.where the Father makes him known." Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal!
6 Then let our souls adore our God,
That deals his graces as he please ; 2 How charming is their voice,
Nor gives to inortals an account,
Or of his actions or decrees. “ Zion, behold thy Saviour King,
“ He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears,
XII. COMMON METRE.
Free Crace in revealing Cbrift. Luke'x. 25.
SUS the man of constant grief,
A mourner all his days; 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'niy light";
His Spirit once rejoic'd aloud,
And turn’d his jay to praise.
2 Fatber I thank the wonil'rous loveg.
That hath reveal:d thy Son 5 The watchmen join their voice,
men unlearned; and to babes
Has made thy gospel known..
3. The myft'ries of redeeming grace:
Are hidden from the wife, 6 The Lord makes bare his arm
While pride and carnal reas'ning's join: Through all the earth abroad
To swell, and blind their eyes. Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. 14 Thus doth the Lord of heav'n and earth
His great decrees fulfil,
And orders all his works of grace
By his own sov'reign will.
XIII. LONG METRE. humbledOr, The Sovereignty of Grace Luke X. 21,
The Son of GOD. incarnate : Or, The Titles
and the Kingdom of CHRIST. Ifa. ix. 2, 6, 7. THERE was an hour when Chrif
THE lands that long in darkness lay, And spoke his joy in words of praise ;
Now have beheld a heav'nly light ;, “.Father, I thank thee, mighty God, Nations that fat in death's cold shade, “ Lord of the earth and heav'ns; and seas:' Are bless’d with beams divinely bright,
»WDis God that justifies their souls,
2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born ; 121 glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me ;-
Grace is my shield, and Cbrift my song.
All füff'rings, if my Lord be there';. Th' eternal Father, Prince of peace, Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, The Son of David, and his Lord.) While his left hand
head-fustains. 4 The government of earth and seas 14. But if the Lord be, once withdrawn, Upon his shoulders shall be laid ; And we attempt the work alone; His wide dominions shall increase, When-new. temptations spring and rise, And honours to his name be paid.. We find low great our weakness is.. 5 Jesus the holy child shall fit
5 So Sampson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost;
Shook his vain limbs with fad surprize,
XVI: COMMON METRE.
able Love. Rom. viii. 33, &c. Hofanna to Cbrift. Matth. xxi. g. Luke xija
38, 40. And mercy like a mighty Atream,
| HOSANNA to the royal Son
Of David's ancient line !
His natures two, his person one,
2. The root of David here we find,
And offspring is the fame ;-
Eternity and time are join'di.
In our Immanuel's name..
3 Bless'd he that comes to 'wretched men
With peaceful news from heav'n!
Hosannas', of the highest strain
Tro Christ the Lord be giv'n!
Th Hosanna on their tongues, [break
Left rocks and stones should raise, and 5 Faith hath an overcoming pow'r,
Their filence into fongs.-
Victory over Death. i Cor. XV..55, &co. 6 Not all that men on earth can do,
FOR an overcoming faith,
To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death,
LONG , METRE. 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,Our own Weakness, and Cbrift our Strength. My quiv'ring lip should fing, 2. Cor. xii.,7, 9, 10.
Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
And where the monster's Hing?
Death has no fting behides,
With heav'nly weapons I have fought XXIX.' COMMON METRE.
The battles of the Lord, Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, The Triumph of Cbrif : Or, The Ruio of Aiko And wait the fure reward.]
ticbril. Ver. 48-506, 73 God has laid up in heav'n for me. A crown which cannot fade;
" Where Antichrift has stood; The righteous Judge at that great day.
" The city of my gospel foes
Shall be a field of blood. 4. Nor hath the King of decreed
My heart has studied juft revenge, This prize for me alone ;
“ And now the day appears, But all that love and long to see
“ The day of my redeem'd is come, The appearance of his Son.
" To wipe away their tears. 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me fafe “ Quite weary is my patience growity From ev'ry ill design ;
" And bids my fury go : And to his heav'nly kingdom take
“ Swift as the lightning it shall move, This feeble soul of mine.
" And be as fatal ton. 6 God is my everlasting aid,
“ I call for helpers but in vain : And hell fall rage in vain ;
“ Then has my gospel none? (nough, To him be highest glory paid,
“ Well, mine own arm has might eAnd endless praise. Amen.
“ To crush my foes alone. Slaughter, and my devouring sword
“ Shall walk the streets around, XXVIII. COMMON METRE.
“ Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, The Triumph of Christ over the Enemies of the “ And stagger to the ground." Church. Ifai Ixiii. 1, 2, 3, &c.
16 Thy honours, O-victorious King! IHAT mighty man,or mighty God,
Thine own right hand fhall raises
While we thy awful vengeance fing, Along the Idumean road,
And our deliverer praise. Away from Bozrab's gate ! 2 The glory of his robes proclaim
XXX. LONG METRE. 'Tis some victorious king : “ 'Tis I the juít, the Almighty Onė, Prayer for Deliverance answered. Ifa. xxvj. ". That
We wait ; And all thy vesture stain'd like those Our fonds desire is to thy name,
Who in the wine press tread? And the remembrance of thy face. 4 I by myfelf have trod the prefs, My thoughts are searching, Lord for thee;
" And crush'd my foes alone; 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; “ My wrath has struck the rebels dead, My earnest cries falute the skies,
“My fury Atamp'd them down. Before the dawn restore the light, " 'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes 3 Look how rebellious men deride
“ With joyful scarlet stains ; The tender patience of my God;; di The triumph that my raiment wears But they shall fee thy lifted hand,
“ Sprung from their bleeding veins. And feel the scourges of thy rod. 6 - Thus shall the nations be destroy'd 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
" That dare insult my saints; A mighty voice before him goes, “ I have an arm t'avenge their wrongs, A voice of musick to his friends,
** An ear for their complaints." But threat'ning thunder to his foes.