They know the God of truth can fee
Through every falfe difguife.

4 They hate the appearance of a lie,
In all the fhapes it wears;

And God has promis'd, when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

5 Lo, from afar the Lord defcends,
And brings the judgment down;
He bids his faints, his faithful friends,
Rife and poffefs their crown.

WATTS.

Hymn CLI. Common Metre. [or] The Bread of Life. John vi. 49, 54.

ET us adore th' Eternal Word,

Thou art our living ftream, O Lord,
And thou th' immortal bread.

2 The manna came from lower fkies;
But Jefus from above,

Where the fresh fprings of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.

3 The ancient fathers dy'd at laft,
Who ate that heavenly bread;
But thefe provifions which we tafte
Can raife us from the dead.

4 Bleft be the Lord, that gives his flefh'
To nourish dying men;
And often spreads his table fresh,

Left we fhould faint again.

5 Our fouls fhall draw their heavenly breath, While Jefus finds fupplies;

Nor fhall our graces fink to death,
For Jefus never dies.

6 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Chrift our life fhall come ;
And by his mighty power fhall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.

WATTS

Hymn CLII.

Common Metre.

On the Death of a Child.

IFE is a fpan, a fleeting hour,

L How foon the vapour flies!

Man is a tender tranfient flower,
That in the blooming dies.

2 Death spreads, like winter, frozen arms,
And beauty fmiles no more;

3

Where now are fled those rifing charms
Which pleas'd our eyes before?

The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs ;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.

4 But wait the interpofing gloom,
And lo ftern winter flies!

And, dreft in beauty's faireft bloom,
The flowery tribes arise.

5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When, what we now deplore

Shall rife in full immortal prime,
And bloom, to fade no more.

6 Then ceafe, fond nature, dry thy tears,
Religion points on high;

There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that never die.

Mrs. STEELE,

Hymn CLIII.

L

Long Metre.

Life and Death.

IFE is the time to ferve the Lord,
The time t'infure the great reward;
And whilst the lamp holds out to burn,
The vileft finner may return.

Life is the hour which God has giv'n,
To 'fcape from hell, and fly to heav'n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the bleffings of the day.

The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem❜ry and their fenfe are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

Their hatred and their love are loft ;.
Their envy buried in the duft;
They have no fhare in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the fun.

No acts of pardon can be past
In the cold grave to which we haste :
For no repentance can be found,

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
6 Then, what my thoughts defign to do,
My foul, with all thy might purfue;
Believe, and take the promis'd reft,
Obey, and be forever bleft.

[b]

WATTS.

Hymn CLIV. Common Metre. [or]

Conviction of Sin, and Relief by the Gospel.
ORD, how fecure my confcience was,
And felt no inward dread !

I was alive without the law,

And thought my fins were dead!

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ;
But fince the precept came,
With a convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.

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

How perfect, holy, just and pure
Is thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my foul the heavy load,
My fins reviv'd again;

I had provok'd a holy God,

And all my hopes are vain.

5 My God, what power fhall I invoke
With my laft lab'ring breath,
To rid me of this wretched yoke,
These bonds of fin and death.

6 In Jefus I behold thy face,
Thy mercy there I fee;

Through him I ruft thy boundless grace, To fet the pris'ner free.

WATTS, with Variation and Addition

Hymn CLV.

Common Metre.

[*]

Recovery from Sickness.

LORD, in thy fervice I would spend

The remnant of my days;

Why was this fleeting breath renew'd,
But to renew thy praise ?

2 Thy own almighty power and love
Did this weak frame fuftain,

When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature funk with pain.

Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didft chafe the fears of hell;

And teach my pale and quiv'ring lips
Thy matchlefs grace to tell.

4 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
I did my foul refign,

In firm dependance on that truth
Which made falvation mine.

3 From the dark borders of the grave,
At thy command, I come;

Nor would I urge a speedier flight
To my celeftial home.

6 Where thou fhalt fettle my abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in thy prefence, death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

DODDRIDGE

Hymn CLVI. Long Metre. [or b]

Storm and Thunder.

LORD of the earth, and fea, and skies, All nature owns thy fov'reign power

At thy command the tempefts rife, At thy command the thunders roar. ̧ We hear with trembling and affright The voice of heaven, tremendous found! Keen lightnings pierce the shades of night, And fpread their horrors all around. What mortal could fuftain the ftroke, Should wrath divine in dreadful ftorms, Which our repeated crimes provoke, Defcend to crush rebellious worms! 4 Thefe dreadful glories of thy name With terror would o'erwhelm our fouls ;