But mercy dawns with kinder beam, And guilt and rifing fear controls. 5 O let thy mercy, on my heart, With cheering, healing radiance fhine; Bid every anxious fear depart,
And gently whisper "thou art mine." 6 Then, fafe beneath thy guardian care, In hope ferene my foul fhall reft Nor ftorms nor dangers reach me there, In thee, my God, my refuge, bleft.
Hymn CLVII. Long Metre. [ or b]
ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house, And let our fongs and worship rife Like grateful incenfe to the fkies.
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that, our labouring fouls afpire With ardent pangs of strong defire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor fin, nor death fhall reach the place No groans fall,mingle with the fongs, Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms, no raging foes, To interrupt the long repofe; No midnight fhade, no clouded fun, To veil the bright eternal noon. O long expected day, begin ;
Dawn on these realms of death and fin
Fain would we quit this weary road, And fleep in death, to reft with God.
ORD, thou art good, all nattire shows Thee full and free and kind;
Thy bounty through creation flows, Nor can it be confia'd.
2 The whole in every part proclaims Thy infinite good will!
It fhines in ftars, it flows in ftreams, And bursts from every hill.
3 It fills the wide extended main,, And heavens which spread more wide; It drops in gentle fhowers of rain, And rolls in every tide.
4 Still hath it been diffus'd and free, Through ages pait and gone; Nor ever can exhaufted be,
But ftill keeps flowing on.
5 Through the whole earth it pours fupplics, Spreads joy through all its parts;
Lord, may thy goodness draw our eyes, And captivate our hearts.
6 High admiration let it raise,
And kind affections move;
Employ our tongues in hymns of praise, And fill our hearts with love.
Hymn CLIX. Short Metre. [or þ
The Promife to Believers and their Children.
LORD, what our ears have heard,
Our eyes delighted trace;
Thy love in long fucceffion fhown To Sion's chofen race.
2 Our children thou doft claim, And mark them out for thine Ten thoufand bleffings to thy name For goodness fo divine.
3 Thee, let the fathers own,
And thee, the fons adore; Join'd to the Lord in folemn vows, To be forgot no more.
4 Thy cov❜nant may they keep, And blefs the happy bands, Which clofer ftill engage their hearts To honour thy commands. 5 How great thy mercies, Lord! How plenteous is thy grace! Which, in the promise of thy love, Includes our rifing race.
6 Our offspring, ftill thy care, Shall own their father's God, To latest times thy bleffing fhare, And found thy praise abroad.
LORD, when my raptur'd thought furvey
Creation's beauties o'er,
All nature joins to teach thy praife, And bid my foul adore.
2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footiteps fhine; Ten thousand pleafing wonders rife, And speak the hand divine.
The living tribes of countless forms In earth and fea and air;
The meaneft flies, the smallest worms, Almighty power declare.
4 All rofe to life at thy command, And wait their daily food From thy paternal, bounteous hand, Exhauftlefs fpring of good!
5 The meads, array'd in beauteous green, With wholefome herbage crown'd; The fields with corn, a richer scene, Spread thy full bounties round.
6 The fruitful tree, the blooming flower, In varied charms appear;
Their varied charms difplay thy power, Thy goodness all declare.
7 The fun's productive quick'ning beams The growing verdure fpread; Refrefling rains and cooling ftreams His gentle influence aid.
8 The moon and ftars his abfent light Reflect with borrow'd rays; And deck the fable veil of night, And fpeak their Maker's praife.
Hymn CLXI. Long Metre.
Faith in the Redeemer's Sacrifice.
ORD. when my thoughts delighted ro Amidft the wonders of thy love, Glad hope revives my drooping heart, And bids intruding fear depart. 2 But whiift thy fufferings I furvey, And faith enjoys a heavenly ray, Thefe dear memorials of thy pain Prefent anew the dreadful fcene.
I hear thy groans, with deep furprize, And view thy wounds with weeping eyes; Each bleeding wound, each dying groan, With anguish fill'd, and pains unknown. 4 For mortal crimes, a facrifice,
The Lord of life, the Saviour dies; What love, what mercy, how divine! And can I call the Saviour mine? 5 Repenting forrow fills my heart, But mingling joy allays the fmart; O may my future life declare The forrow and the joy fincere. 6 Be all my heart, and all my days Devoted to my Saviour's praife; And let my glad obedience prove How much I owe, how much I love.-
Hymn CLXII. Long Metre. The Gofpel Jubilee.
OUD let the tuneful trumpet found, And spread the joyful tidings round
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