Hymns and spiritual songs. 1st Worcester ed

146 HYMN S, &c. xcvI, XCVII, XCVIII, XCIX. Book I.

The fov'reign will of God alone

Creates us heirs of grace;

Born in the image of his Son,

A new peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like fome heav'nly wind,
Blows on the fons of flesh,
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

Our quicken'd fouls awake and rise
From the long fleep of death;
On heav'nly things we fix our eyes,
And praife employs our breath.

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He calls the fool, and makes him know
The myft'ries of his grace,

To bring afpiring wisdom low
And all its pride abase.

4 Nature has all its glories loft,
When brought before his throne;
No flesh fhall in his prefence boast
But in the Lord alone.

CHRIST Our Wisdom, Righteousness, &c.

1 Cor. i. 30.

in fhadows of the

14 Jefus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his flaves in heavy chains,
He fets the pris'ners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.

5 Poor helpless worms in thee poffefs
Grace, wildom, pow'r and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, and we

Give our whole felves, O Lord, to thee.

OW heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,

Till Chrift with his reviving light
Over our fouls arife?

2 Our guilty fpirits dread

To meet the wrath of heav'n But in his righteousness array'd We fee our fins forgiv'n.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways,
His hands infected nature cure
With fanctifying grace.

4 The pow'rs of hell agree

To hold our fouls in vain ;
He fets the fons of bondage free,
And breaks the curfed chain.
5 Lord, we adore thy ways,

To bring us near to God,

Thy fov'reign pow'r, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood.

Stones made Children of Abraham: Or, Grace not conveyed by religious Parents. Matt.iii.9.

AIN are the hopes that rebels place

'B we lie 'till Chrijl reftores the light, Upon their birth and blood,

Wifdom defcends to heal the blind,
And chafe the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty fouls are drown'd in tears,
'Till his atoning blood appears :
Then we awake from deep diftrefs,
And fing, The Lord our Righteousness.

Our frame is mix'd with fin,
3 very
His fpirit makes our natures clean;
Such virtues from his fuff'rings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.

Defcended from a pious race,

(Their fathers now with God.)

2 He from the caves of earth and hell*
Can take the hardest tones,
And fill the houfe of Abraham well
With new created fons.

3 Such won'drous pow'r doth he poffels,
Who form'd our mortal frame,
Who call'd the world from emptinefs;
The world obey'd, and came.

Believe, and be faved. Jobn iii. 16, 17, 18.

TOT to condemn the fons of men

'N Did Chrift the fon of God appear:
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming fword, nor thunder there.
Such was the pity of our God,
He lov'd the race of man fo well,
He fent his Son to bear our load

of fins, and fave our fouls from hell.
3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word,
Truft in his mighty name and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,
His hands a thoufand bleffings give.
4 But vengeance and damnation lies
On rebels who refufe his grace;
Who God's eternal Son defpife,
The hottest hell fhall be their place.
CI.

LONG METRE.

Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. Luke

XV. 7, 10.

W Through all the courts of paradife,

HO can describe the joys that rife

To fee a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

2 With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down and fees
The purchase of his agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy foul he form'd anew,"
And faints and angels join to fing
The growing empire of their King.

The Beatitudes. Matt. v. 2-12. OLEST are the humble fouls that fee Their emptinefs and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n. 2 Bleft are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for fin with inward finart; The blood of Chrift divinely flows A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Bleft are the meek, who stand afar From rage and paffion, noife and war; God will fecure their happy ftate, And plead their cause against the great.

14 Bleft are the fouls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for right'oufnefs;
They shall be well fupply'd and fed
With living streams and living bread.
5 Bleft are the men whofe bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Chrift the Lord fhall they obtain
Like fympathy and love again.

6 Bleft are the whofe hearts are clean
pure
From the defiling pow'r of fin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

7 Bleft are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing ftrife:
They fhall be call'd the heirs of blifs,
The fons of God, the God of peace.

8 Bleft are the fuff'rers who partake
Of pain and fhame for Jefus' fake ;
Their fouls fhall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.

I'M

Or to defend his cause,

Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his crofs.

2 Jefus, my God! I know his name ;
His name is all my trust:
Nor will he put my foul to fhame,
Nor let my hope be loft.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well fecure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decifive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face,

And in the new Jerufalem
Appoint my foul a place.

Heirs of immortal mifery,

Unholy and unclean.

But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood,
We're pardon'd through his name ;
And the good Spirit of our God
Has fanctify'd our frame.

O for a perfevering power
To keep thy juft commands !
We would defile our hearts no more,
No more pollute our hands.

CV. COMMON METRE.
Heaven invifible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10. Rev.

NOR

xxi. 27.

TOR eye hath feen, nor ear has heard Nor fenfe nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepar'd

For thofe that love the Son.

2 But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heav'n to come : The beams of glory in his word

Allure and guide us home.

3 Pure are the joys above the sky,

And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can fee or tafte the blifs.
Thofe holy gates for ever bar

Pollution fin and shame;
None fhall obtain admittance there,
But foll'wers of the Lamb.

He keeps the Father's book of life,
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.

CVII. LONG METRE.

The Fall and Recovery of Man: Or, Chrift and Satan at Enmity. Gen. iii. 1, 15, 17. Gal. iv. 4. Col. ii. 15.

Adam our head, our father, fell,

When Satan in the ferpent hid,
Propos'd the fruit that God forbid.

2 Death was the threat'ning; death began
To take poffeffion of the man :

His unborn race receiv'd the wound,
And heavy curfes fmote the ground.

But Satan found a worse reward
Thus faith the vengeance of the Lord,
Let everlafting hatred be

Betwixt the woman's feed and thee.

4 The woman's feed fhall be my Son,
He fball defroy what thou haft done e
Shall break thy bead, and only feel
Thy malice raging at his heel.

5[He fpake, and bid four thousand years
Roll on; at length his Son appears ;
Angels with joy defcend to earth,
And fing the young Redeemer's birth.
6 Lo, by the fons of hell he dies
But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies,
He gave their prince a fatal blow,
And triumph'd o'er the powers below.]

2 On earth we want the fight
Of our Redeemer's face;

Bead to Sin by the Cross of Chrif. Rom. vi. Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight

2,6.

SHALL we go on to fin,

Because thy grace abounds?

Or crucify the Lord again, And all his wounds ? open

2 Forbid it, mighty God! Nor let it e'er be faid, That we, whofe fins are crucify'd, Should raise them from the dead, 3 We will be flaves no more,

Since Chrift hath made us free, Mas nail'd our tyrants to his cross, And bought our liberty.

To dwell upon thy grace.
3 And when we tafte thy love,
Our joys divinely grow
Unfpeakable, like those above,
And heav'n begins below.

CIX. LONG METRE.
The Value of Chrift and his. Righteousness.
Phil. iii. 7, 8, 9.

N°

more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To truft the merits of thy Son.

2 Now for the love, I bear his name,
What was my gain, I count my lofs;
My former pride I call my fhame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

3 Yes, and I must and will efteem
All things but lofs for Jefus fake;
O may my foul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!
4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can anfwer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

CX.

COMMON METRE.

Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v. 1, 5, 8.
HERE is a house not made with

THE hands,

Eternal, and on high,

And hear my fpirit waiting ftands, 'Till God thall bid it fly.

Shortly this prifon of my clay
Muft be diffolv'd and fall
Then, O my foul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.

'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven;
And as an earneft of the place,

Has his own Spirit giv'n. We walk by faith of joys to come,

Faith lives upon his word; But while the body is our home,

We're abfent from the Lord. 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,

But we had rather fee, We would be abfent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee.

CXI. COMMON METRE.

Salvation by Grace. Titus iii. 3, 7.

ORD, we confefs our numerous
faults,

How great our guilt has been!
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,

And all our lives were fin.

2 But, O my foul, for ever praise,

For ever love his name,

['Tis not by works of righteoufnefs Which our own hands have done; But we are fav'd by fov'reign grace, Abounding through his Son.] 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the water and the blood

Our fouls are wafh'd from fin.

5 'Tis through the purchase of his death, Who hung upon the tree,

The Spirit is fent down to breathe
On fuch dry bones as we.

6 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew;
And justify'd by grace,

We fhall appear in glory too,
And fee our Father's face.

CXII. COMMON METRE. The brazen Serpent: Or, Looking to JESU 2 Jobn, ver. 14-16.

I 10 did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen ferpent high;
The wounded felt immediate eafe,
The camp forbore to die.

2 Look upward in the dying hour,
And live, the prophet cries;
But Chrift performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.

3 High on the cross the Saviour hung,
High in the heav'ns he reigns:
Here finners, by the old ferpent ftung,
Look, and forget their pains.

4 When God's own Son is lifted

up,

A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

CXIII. COMMON METRE. Abraham's Bleffing on the Gentiles. Gen. xvii. 7. Rom. xv. 8. Mark x. 14.

H°

Ow large the promife! how divine,
To Abrah'm and his feed!

I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need.

2 The words of his extenfive love
From age to age endure ;

The Angel of the cov'nant proves,
And feals the bleffing fure.

Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways 3 Jefus the ancient faith confirms,

Of folly, fin and shame.]

To our great fathers giv`n;

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HYMNS, &c. cxiv, cxv, cxvi, cxvII.

He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.

◆ Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the fame;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the children's name.

CXV. COMMON METRE.

Book I.

16 My God, I cry with every breath,
For fome kind pow'r to fave,
To break the yoke of fin and death,.
And thus redeem the flave..

CXVI. LONG METRE.

Love to GOD and our Neighbour. Mattb. xxi 37 40.

HUS faith the firft, the great com
mand,

"Let all thy inward pow'rs unite
To love thy Maker and thy God,
With utmost vigour and delight.

2 Then fhall thy neighbour next in place:
Share thine affection and esteem,
And let thy kindness to thyself
Measure and rule thy love to him.”
3 This is the fenfe that Mofes fpoke,
This did the prophets preach and prove;
For want of this the law is broke,.
And the whole law's fulfill'd by love.

4 But O how base our paffions are!
How cold our charity and zeal!
Lord, fill our fouls with heav'nly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

CXVII. LONG METRE.

Conviction of Sin by the Law. Romans vii. Election Sovereign and Free. Romans ix. 21,

8, 9, 14, 24.

22, 23, 24.

EHOLD the potter and the clay,

LORD, how fecure my confeciencewas, 'B He forms his veffels as he pleafe;

And felt no inward

I was alive without the law,

And thought my fins were dead.
My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright,
But fince the precept came
With a convincing pow'r and light,
I find how vile I am

3 [My guilt appear'd but small before,
Till terribly I faw

How perfect, holy, juft and pure,
Was thine eternal law.

4 Then felt foul the heavy load,.
My fins reviv'd again,
I had provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were flain.]
$ I'm like a helpless captive fold,
Under the pow'r of fin;

I cannot do the good I would,
Nor keep my conscience clean..

Such is our God; and fuch are we,
The fubjects of his juft decrees.

2 Doth not the workman's power extend'
O'er all the mass, which part to chuses
And mould it for a nobler end,
And which to leave for viler ufe?]

3 May not the fov'reign Lord on high
Difpenfe his favours as he will,
Chufe fome to life, while others die,
And yet be juft and gracious still ?:
4 [What if to make his terrour known,.
He lets his patience long endure,
Suffering vile rebels to go on,
And feal their own destruction fure?
What if he means to fhew his grace,
And his electing love employs
To mark out fome of mortal race,
And form them fit for heav'nly joys 1:]

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