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Nor need, as once, the fun's prolific rays,
Immanuel, here, his people feeds,

To ftreams of joy perennial leads,

And wipes, for ever wipes, the tears from ev'ry face."
Happy the fouls releas'd from fear,
And fafely landed there!

Some of the fhining number, once, I knew,
And travell'd with them here:

Nay, fome (my elder brethren now)

Sat later out for heav'n; my junior faints, below;
Long after me, they heard the call of grace,
Which wak'd them unto righteoufnefs.
How have they got beyond!

Converted laft, yet firft with glory crown'd!
Little, once, I thought that these

Would first the fummit gain,

And leave me, far behind, flow journeying thro' the
plain!

Lov'd, while on earth; nor lefs belov'd, tho' gone;
Think not I envy you your crown;
No; if I could, I would not, call you down.
Tho' flower is my pace,

To you I'll follow on,
Leaning on Jefus all the way.
Who, now-and-then, lets fall a 'ray
Of comfort from his throne.

The fhinings of his grace

Soften my paffage thro' the wilderness,

And vines, nectareous, fpring, where briers
The fweet unveilings of his face

grew;

Make me, at times, near half as bleft as you.
O might his beauty feaft my ravifh'd eyes,
His gladd'ning presence ever stay,

And chear me all my journey thro' !
But foon the clouds return; my triumph dies;
Damp vapours from the valley rife,

And hide the hill at Sion from my view.

Spirit of light, thrice holy dove,

Brighten my sense of int'reft in that love
Which knew no birth, and never shall expire!
Electing goodness, firm and free,

My whole falvation hangs on thee,
Eldest and faireft daughter of eternity.
Redemption, grace, and glory too,
Our blifs above, and hopes below,
From her, their parent-fountain, flow;
Ah, tell me, Lord, that thou haft chofen me!
Thou, who haft kindled my intense defire,
Fulfil the wish thy influence did inspire,
And let me my election know!

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Then, when thy fummons bids me come up higher, Well-pleafed I fhall from life retire,

And join the burning hofts, beheld at distance

now.

HYMN III. Happiness found.

1 HAPPINESS, thou lovely name,
Where's thy feat, O tell me where ?
Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, "It is not here:"

Not the wisdom of the wife
Can inform me where it lies,
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss, I feek, create.
2 Object of my first defire,
Jefus, crucify'd for me!
All to happiness aspire,

Only to be found in thee:
Thee to praife, and thee to know,

Conftitute our blifs below;

Thee to fee, and thee to love,

Conftitute our blifs above.

3 Lord,

3 Lord, it is not life to live,

If thy prefence thou deny;
Lord, if thou thy prefence give,
'Tis no longer death to die:
Source and giver of repofe,
Singly from thy fmile it flows;
Peace and happinefs are thine;
Mine they are, if thou art mine.

4 Whilft I feel thy love to me,
Ev'ry object teems with joy;
Here O may I walk with thee,
Then into thy prefence die!
Let me but thyself poffefs,
Total fum of happiness!
Real blifs I then shall prove ;

Heav'n below, and heav'n above.

HYMN IV. Affliction.

1 ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of diftrefs, Juft ready all hope to refign,

I pant for the light of thy face,

And fear it will never be mine:
Dishearten'd with waiting fo long,

I fink at thy feet with my load;
All plaintive I pour out my fong,

And ftretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror fhall cease, The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jefus for peace, The rock that is higher than I: Speak, Saviour, for fweet is thy voice, Thy prefence is fair to behold; I thirst for thy fpirit with cries And groanings that cannot be told. If fometimes I ftrive, as I mourn, My hold of thy promile to keep, The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep;

3

While harrass'd, and caft from thy fight,'
The tempter fuggefts, with a roar,
The Lord hath forfaken thee quite,
Thy God will be gracious no more."
4 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath defign'd
No covenant bleffing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find,

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Some sweetness in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art;

Thy grace is my only refource; If e'er thou art Lord of my heart, Thy spirit must take it by force."

HYMN V. The Method of Salvation.

THE Father we blefs,

Whofe diftinguishing grace,

Selected a people to fhew forth thy praise;

Nor is thy love known,

By election alone;

For, O thou haft added the gift of thy Son.

2 The goodness in vain,

3

4

We attempt to explain,

Which found and accepted a ransom for men ;
Great furety of thine

Thou didst not decline,

To concur with the Father's moft gracious defign.

To Jefus our friend,

Our thanks fhall afcend,

Who faves to the utmost, and loves to the end;

Our ransom he paid,

In his merit array'd

We attain to the glory for which we were made.

Sweet fpirit of grace,

Thy mercy we bless, ·

For thy eminent fhare in the council of peace;

Great

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Great agent divine,

To reftore us in thine,

And cause us afresh in thy likeness to shine.

O God, 'tis thy part,

To convince and convert;

To give a new life, and create a new heart;

By thy presence and grace,

We're upheld in our race;

And are kept in thy love to the end of our days. Father, Spirit, and Son,

Agree thus in One,

The falvation of thofe he has mark'd for his own;

Let us too agree,

To glorify thee,

Thou ineffable One, thou adorable Three.

HYMN VI. The evil Heart.

I ASTONISH'D and diftrefs'd,

I turn mine eyes within ;

My heart with loads of guilt oppreft,
The feat of every fin.

2 What crouds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Diftruft, prefumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, flavish fear.

3 Almighty King of faints,

Thefe tyrant lufts fubdue;

Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my powers renew.

4 This done, my cheerful voice,
Shall loud hofannas raise ;
My foul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praife.

HYMN VII. Thy Kingdom come.

I O WHEN fhall we, fupremely bleft,

Enter into our glorious reft!

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