And wait thy voice to roufe my tomb, Ο HYMN XCIX. Common Metre. A Morning Hymn. I. NCE more, my foul, the rifing day Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay II. Nigh unto night his name repeats, Wide as the heav'n on which he fits, 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, IV. Great God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light; Then fhall my fun in fmiles decline, HYMN HYMN C. Common Metre For Morning or Evening. I. TOSANNAH, with a chearful found, H Ten thousand fnares attend us round, That was a moft amazing pow'r, Which rais'd us with a word; The ev'ning rests our weary head, The rifing morning can't affure V. GOD is our fun, whofe daily light Our joy and safety brings; Our Our feeble frames lie fafe at night, B HYMN CI. Long Metre. The Beatitudes. I. LESS'D are the humble fouls that fee Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid II. up in heav'h. Blefs'd are the men of broken heart, III. Blefs'd are the meek who ftand afar Blefs'd are the fouls that thirst for grace, Blefs'd མ. Blefs'd are the men whose bowels move, VI. Blefs'd are the pure, whofe hearts are clean From the defiling pow'rs of fin; With endless pleasure they shall sfee A GOD of spotless purity. VII. Blefs'd are the men of peaceful life, VIII. Blefs'd are the fuff'rers who partake T HYMN CII. Long Metre. The Voice of Wisdom. HUS faith the wifdom of the LORD,. "Bless'dis the man that hears my word; F 3 66 Keeps "Keeps daily watch before my gates, "The foul that feeks me shall obtain "Life, and the favour of the LORD. III. "But the vile wretch that flies from me, "Doth his own foul an injury; "Fools that against my grace rebel "Seek death, and love the road to hell." HYMN CIII. Common Metre. ΜΗ A Living and a Dead Faith. I. Iftaken fouls! that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boaft Of inward joys, and fins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to luft. II. Vain are our fancies, airy flights, |