Now they approach a spotlefs God,
And bow before his throne ;
Their warbling harps and facred fongs
Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Among his faints refide;
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting thirft fhall leave their fouls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their fweet repast.
6 The Lamb fhall lead his heav'nly flock
Where living fountains rife ;
And love divine fhall wipe away
The forrows of their eyes.
Hymn CCXLI. Long Metre. [*]
HE fpacious firmament on high, With all the blue etherial fky; And fpangled heavens a fhining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
2 Th' unwearied fun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power difplay, And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
3 Soon as the evening fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning earth
Repeats the ftory of her birth;
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in folemn filence, all
Move round the dark terreftrial ball;
What though no real voice nor found
Amidft their radiant orbs be found:
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever finging as they fhine,
The hand that made us is divine.
Hymn CCXLII. Long Metre. [* or b]
"T Such was the Saviour's last request, HIS do in mem'ry of friend."
Who all the pangs of death endur'd,
That we might live forever bleft.
2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou deareft, tend'reft, beft of friends!
Thy dying love the nobleft praise
Of long eternity tranfcends.
3 'Tis pleasure, more than earth can give,
Thy goodnels through thefe vales to fee;
Thy table food celeftial yields,
And happy they who fit with thee.
4 But oh what vaft transporting joys
Shall fill our breafts, our tongues infpire,
When join'd with the celeftial train,
Our grateful fouls thy love admire!
When thefe vile bodies, all refin'd,
Perfect and glorious as thy own,
Unwcaried fhall our minds obey,
And join in worship near thy throne.
Hymn CCXLIII. Common Metre. [* or \]
The Teimony of a good Confcience.
THOUGH frightful fnares befet meround,
And threat'ning billows roll;
Though fcandal and reproach abound,
To vex my weary foul;
2 A confcience pure can teftify
My heart to be fincere ;
Prefumption and hypocrify
All hateful ftill appear.
3 My feet have kept the path divine,
Though finners did entice,
Nor do I yet from thence decline,
To tread the paths of vice.
4 God's word I treafure up, and prize
Beyond all earthly good;
Compar'd with this, I may defpife
My neceflary food.
5 Cenforious men who dwell at eafe,
May proudly on me tread;
My Saviour, whom I feek to please,
My righteous caufe will plead.
6 His righteoufnefs I fhall behold,
When light fprings from above;
And, try'd, I fhall come forth as gold,
To praife his wond'rous love.
bpmn CCXLIV. Long Metre. [or]
Cbrift the Image of the Invisible God.
HOU, Lord, by mertal eyes unfeen,
And by thy offspring here, unknown,
To manifeft thy felf to men,
Haft fet thy image in thy Son.
2 As the bright fun's meridian blaze
O'erwhelms and pains our feeble fight,
But cheers us with his fofter rays
When fhining with reflected light;
3 So in thy Son thy power divine,
Thy wifdom, juftice, truth and love
With mild and pleafing luftre fhine,
Reflected from thy throne above.
4 Though harden'd Jews denied his claim,
And turn'd away their scornful face;
Yet those who trufted in his name,
Beheld in him thy truth and grace.
50 thou, at whofe almighty word
Fair light at firft from darkness thone,
Give us to know our glorious Lord,
And fee the Father in the Son.
6 Whilft we, thine image there difplay'd,
With love and admiration view,
Form us in likeness to our head,
That we may bear thy image toc.
God our Refuge in Trouble. HOU refuge of my weary foul, On thee, when forrows rife, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rifing grief, For thou alone canft heal;
Thy promies can bring relief
For every pain I feel.
3 But when thefe gloomy doubts prevail,
fear to call thee mine; ·
The fprings of comfort feem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where fhall I fee?
Thou art my only truft;
And fill my foul would rife to thee,
Though proftrate in the duft.
5 Haft thou not bid me feck thy face?
And fhall I feek in vain ?
And can the car of fov'reign grace
Be deaf when I complain ?
6 Thy mercy-feat is open ftill,
There fhall my foul retreat;
With humble hope attend thee ftill,
And wait beneath thy feet.
Dymn CCXLVI. Long Metre. [b]
HOU vain intruding world depart !
No more allure or vex my heart;
Let every vanity be gone;
I would be peaceful and alone.
2 Here let me fearch my inmoft mind, And try its real state to find;
The fecret fprings of thought explore,
And call my words and actions o'er.
Reflect how foon my life will end,
And think on what my hopes depend;
What aim my bufy thoughts purfue;
What work is done, and what to do.
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