2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 3 But fpotlefs, innocent and pure, 4 He in the days of feeble flesh 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, Then let our humble faith addrefs WATTS. Hymn CCXCIII. Common Metre. [* or b] Repentance and Hope. WITH restless agitations toft, And low immers'd in woes,. When fhall my wild diftemper'd thoughts 2 O thou, the wretched's fure retreat, And with the cheerful fmile of peace 3 Did ever thy paternal ear Or when did plaintive mifery figh, 4 Opprefs'd with grief and fhame, diffolv'd Thy goodness calms our restless doubts, ; 5 New life from thy refreshing grace 6 From that bleft fource, propitious hope And fheds its foft diffufive beam 7 My griefs confefs its vital power, Mrs. CARTER. Hymn CCXCIV. Long Metre. [or b] Fefus Chrift, the fume Yefierday, to Day, and Forever. WT ITH wonder, Lord, our fouls proclaim Th' immortal honours of thy name; Affembled round our Saviour's throne, We make his countlefs glories known. 2 Ere Adam's clay with life was warm'd, Or Gabriel's nobler fpirit form'd; Before creation was begun, Before all ages, was the SoN. 3 Through all fucceeding ages, he Though earth and skies wax old and fade. 4 The fame his power his flock to guard; The fame his bounty to reward; The fame his faithfulnefs and love And place them near his Father's throne, DODDRIDGE. Hymn CCXCV. Common Metre. [*oib] YE The Chriftian's Farewell. E golden lamps of heaven, farewell, With all your feeble light; Farewell, thou ever changing moon, Pale emprefs of the night. 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, My foul, that fprings beyond thy sphere, 3 Ye ftars are but the fhining duft The pavement of thofe heavenly courts, 4 The Father of eternal light. Shall there his beams difplay; Nor fhall one moment's darkness mix 5 No more the drops of piercing grief 6 There all the millions of his faints And each the blifs of all fhall view With infinite delight. Hymn CCXCVI. Com. Metre. [* ar b] Divine Goodness. E humble fouls, approach your God For he is good, immenfely good, 2 All nature owns his guardian care; 3 He gave his well beloved Son, 4 To this fure refuge, Lord, we come, ર A fafe defence, a peaceful home, Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 6 Great God, to thy almighty love Mrs. STEELE. Hymn CCXCVII. Long Metre. [*] YE Bleed are the Poor in Spirit. E humble fouls, complain no more; The facred words of truth atteft! |