With joy I faw the manfion where
The fons of men fhould dwell.
7 My bufy thoughts at first
On their falvation ran;
Ere fin appear'd, or Adam's duft
Was fafhion'd to a man.
8 Then come, receive my grace,
Ye children, and be wife;
Happy the man that keeps my ways;
The man that fhuns them, dies.
Hymn CCXXIII. Common Metre. [*]
HEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes,
"S And fend your fears away;
News from the region of the skies,
Salvation's born to day.
2 "The Son of God, whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To day he makes his entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.
3 "No gold nor purple fwaddling bands,
Nor royal fhining things;
A manger for his cradle itands,
And holds the King of kings.
4 "Go, fhepherds, where the infant lics,
And fee his humble throne;
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, fhepherds, kifs the Sox."
5 Thus Gabriel fang, and straight around
The heavenly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty found,
And thus conclude the fong:
6 "Glory to God, who reigns above,
Let peace furround the earth;
Mortals fhall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth."
7 Lord, fhall the angels have their fongs,
And men no tunes to raise ?
O may we lose these useless tongues,
When they forget to praise.
8 Glory to God, who reigns above,
Who pitied us forlorn;
We join to fing our Maker's love,
For there's a Saviour born.
Hymn CCXXIV. Long Metre. [b] Faith in God in a Time of Difirefs.-Habakkuk iii. 17, 18 HOULD famine o'er the mourning field Extend her defolating reign;
Nor fpring her blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn fwell the ripening grain :
2 Should lowing herds and bleating sheep
Around their famifh'd mafter die
And hope itself expiring weep,
Whilft life deplores its laft fupply:
3 Amidst the dark the deathful fcene,
If I can fay the Lord is mine,
The joy fhall triumph o'er the pain,
And glory dawn, though life decline
4 The God of my falvation lives,
My nobler life he will fuftain;
His word immortal vigour gives,
Nor fhall my hope or trust be vain.
5 Thy prefence, Lord, can cheer my heart;
Though every earthly comfort die ;
Thy love can bid my pain depart,
And raife my facred pleafures high.
60 let me hear thy blissful voice,
Infpiring life and joys divine,
The barren defart shall rejoice;
Tis paradife if thou be mine.
Common Metre. [*]
Chrift the fupreme Beauty. Ifaiah xxxiii. 17.
HOULD nature's charms to please the eye
In fweet affemblage join,
All nature's charms would droop and die,
Jefus, compar'd with thine.
2 Vain were her fairest beams difplay'd,
And vain her blooming store;
Her brightnefs languishes to fhade;
Her beauty is no more.
3 But ah, how far from mortal fight
The Lord of glory dwells!
A veil of interpofing night
His radiant face conceals.
4 O could my longing spirit rife
On ftrong immortal wing;
And reach thy palace in the skies,
My Saviour and my King!
5 There thousands worship at thy feet
And there, (divine employ !)
The triumphs of thy love repeat
In fongs of endless joy.
6 Thy prefence beams eternal day
O'er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?
ING to the Lord, who loud proclaims
His various and his faving names ;
O may they not be heard alone, But by our fure experience known. 2 The great Jehovah be ador'd,
The eternal, all-fufficient Lord;
He through the world moft high confess'd,
By whom 'twas form'd, and is poffefs'd.
3 Awake, our nobleft powers, to blefs
The God of Abr'ham, God of peace;
Now by a dearer title known,
Father and God of Chrift his Son.
4 Through every age, his gracious ear
Is open to his fervants' prayer;
Nor can one humble foul complain
That he hath fought his God in vain.
5 What unbelieving heart fhall dare
In whispers to fuggeft a fear?
While ftill he owns his ancient name,
The fame his power, his love the fame.
6 To thee our fouls in faith arife,
To thee we lift expecting eyes;
And boldly through the defart tread,
For God will guard where God fhall lead.
pinn CCXXVII. Com. Metre. [or b]
O did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen ferpent high;
The wounded felt immediate eafe;
The fick forbore to die.
2 "Look upward in th' expiring hour,
And live," the prophet cries;
But Chrift performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung;
High in the heavens he reigns;
Here finners, by the ferpent ftung,
Look and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives
The Jew beholds the bleffed hope;
Th' expiring Gentile lives.
Hymn CCXXVIII. Long Metre. [b]
fades the lovely blooming flower,
Frail, fmiling folace of an hour!
So foon our tranfient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die!
To certain trouble we are born,
Hope to rejoice, but fure to mourn;
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