And let my waking thoughts arife, To meditate on thee.
4 Thus blefs each future day and night, Till life's vain fcene is o'er ;
And then to realms of endlefs light, O let my spirit foar.
Hymn CXXVI. Common Metre. [b]
Looking to Him whom we have pierced. NFINITE grief! amazing woe! Behold our bleeding Lord! Hell and the Jews confpir'd his death, And us'd the Roman fword.
2 O, the sharp pangs of pain and grief, That our Redeemer bore!
When fcourging whips and pointed thorns His facred body tore !
3 But fcourging whips and pointed thorns. In vain do we accufe!
In vain we blame the Roman bands, And the more fpiteful Jews.
4 Our fins, alas, our cruel fins,
His chief tormentors were ; Each of our crimes became a nail, And unbelief the fpear.
5 Strike, mighty grace, our flinty fouls, Till melting waters flow;
And deep contrition drown our eyes, In undiffembled woe.
But flowing tears cannot fuffice,
Then let our hearts be purify'd, As Chrift the Lord is pure. J
Hymn CXXVII. Short Metre. [ or b]
Baptifm by Immersion.
N fuch a grave as this,
The meek Redeemer lay,
When he our fouls to feek and fave, Learn'd humbly to obey.
2 See how the spotlefs Lamb Defcends into the stream, And teaches us to imitate What him fo well became. 3 Let finners wash away
Their fins of crimson dye; Bury'd with him, their vileft fins Shall in oblivion lie.
4 Rife, and afcend with him, A heavenly life to lead; Who came to ranfom guilty men From regions of the dead.
5 Lord, fee the finner's tears! Hear his repenting cry!
Speak and his contrite heart fhall live Speak, and his fins fhall die.
6 Speak, with that mighty voice, Which fhall hereafter spread
Its fummons through the earth and fea, To raife the fleeping dead.
Hymn CXXVIII. Common Metre. [or]
God our Portion. Pfalm iv. 6, 7.
IN For true fubftantial good;
N vain the erring world inquires
Whilft earth confines their low defires, They live on airy food.
z Illufive dreams of happiness
Their eager thoughts employ;
They wake, convinc'd their boafted blifs Was vifionary joy.
3 Not all the good which earth beftows, Can fill the craving mind; Its highest joys have mingled woes, And leave a fting behind. 4 Be gone, ye gilded vanities!
I feek fome folid good! To real blifs my wishes rife, The favour of my God.
5To thee, my God, my foul afpires; Difpel thefe fhades of night; Enlarge and fill these vaft defires With infinite delight.
6 Immortal joy thy fmiles impart, Heaven dawns in every ray;
One glimpse of thee will glad my heart,
And turn my night to day.
Hymn CXXIX. Common Metre. [* or b]
The Covenant of Grace.
'N vain we lavifh out our lives, To gather empty wind; The choiceft bleffings earth can yield Will ftarve a hungry mind.
2 But God can every want fupply, And fill our hearts with peace; He gives by cov'nant and by oath The riches of his grace.
3 Pardon he speaks to contrite fouls, This is the joyful found,
"Your fins fhall fink beneath the fea And fhall no more be found. "And left pollution fhould o'erfpread Your inward powers again,
My fpirit fhall bedew your fouls, Like purifying rain.
"Your ftony hearts I'll take away, That will not be refin'd; And put within you tender hearts, To my bleft will inclin'd.
6 "On them my Spirit fhall engrave The precepts of my law; And by the gentle cords of love Your willing fouls fhall draw."
7 Lord, we receive thy pard'ning grace, We yield to thy commands;
Thou art our God, and we are thine, In everlasting bands.
WATTS, with Variation and Addition
Hymn CXXX. Long Metre. [or Chrift the Way to God.
N vain would boafting reafon find The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind. Bewilder'd in a doubtful road.
2 Jefus, no other name but thine, Is giv'n by everlasting love, To lead our fouls to joys divine; No other name will God approve, Eternal life thy words impart, On thefe, my fainting fpirit lives;
Diviner comforts cheer my heart Than all the power of nature gives. 4 To whom but thee, fhall mortals go, To find the true and living way, That leads us through this world of woe To the bright realms of endless day. 5 Here let my conftant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly way depart! Let thy good Spirit be my guide, Direct my fteps, and rule my heart. 6 In thee, my great almighty Friend, My fafety dwells, and peace divine; On thee alone my hopes depend, For life, eternal life is thine.
The Bleing of the Gospel.
N various forms, to faints of old, God did his mind and will unfold But Chrift, commiflion'd from above, Hath now reveal'd his grace and love. 2 We read the volume of thy word, That book of life, that true record; The bright inheritance of heaven Is by this fure conveyance given. 3 His kindeft thoughts are here expreft; Able to make us wife and bleft; His doctrines are divinely true, Fit for reproof and comfort too. 4 We render thanks to God above, For his rich grace and boundless love; Let all mankind receive his word, And every nation blefs the Lord.
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