Hymn LXXXVI. Long Metre. [ or b]
Man changeable, and God unchangeable.
GREAT Former of this various frame,
Our fouls adore thine awful name;
We bow with rev'rence, when we praise
The Ancient of eternal days.
Beyond the reach of angels' fight,
Thou dwell'ft in uncreated light;
It fhines with undiminish'd ray,
Whilft funs and ftars fhall pafs away.
3 Our days a tranfient period run,
And change with every circling fun;
Ev'n in the firmeft ftate we boast,
Thy hand can crush us to the dust.
4 But let all nature fall around;
Let death confign us to the ground;
Let the laft general flame arife,
Confume the earth, diffolve the fkies;
5 Calm as the fummer evening, we
Shall all the wreck of nature fee;
Whilft grace fecures us an abode,
Unfhaken as the throne of God.
Hymn LXXXVII. Long Metre. [or]
The Sun of Righteousness.
REAT God, amidst the darkfome night Thy glories dart upon my fight, Whilft wrapt in wonder I behold The filver moon and stars of gold. 2 But when I fee the SUN arise, And pour his glory round the fkies, more ftupendous form I view Thy greatnefs and thy glory too.
3 Thou Sun of Righteoufnefs, whofe light
O'erwhelms the highest angel's fight,
How fhall I glance my eye at thee,
In all thy vaft, immensity!
4 Yet I be allow'd to trace
The diftant fhadow of thy face;
As in the pale reflecting moon
We fee the image of the fun.
5 In every work thy hands have made,
Thy power and wisdom are display'd;
But O! What glories all divine,
In my exalted Saviour fhine!
6 May I enjoy like thofe above,
The gentle influence of his love;
Enable me my courfe to run,
With the fame vigour as the fun.
Hymn LXXXVIII. Com. Metre. [or
The Spreading of the Gafpel.
REAT God, the nations of the earth,
Are by creation thine;
And in thy works by all beheld,
Thy power and glory fhine.
2 But thy compaffion, Lord, has fent
Thy gofpel to mankind;
Unveiling what rich ftores of grace
Are treasur'd in thy mind.
3 Lord, when fhall thefe glad tidings spread
The fpacious earth around,
Till every tribe, and every foul
Shall hear the joyful found?
4 O When fhall Afric's fable fons
Enjoy the heavenly word;
And long in flav'ry held, become
The freemen of the Lord?
5 When shall the favage wandering tribes,
A dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
And learn his faving grace?
6 Hafte, fovereign mercy, and transform
Their cruelty to love;
Soften the tyger to a lamb,
The vulture to a dove.
7 Smile, Lord, on each fincere attempt.
To fpread the Gospel's rays;
And build in every heathen land
A temple to thy praise.
Hymn LXXXIX. Common Metre. [b]
GREAT Source of boundless, power and
Attend my mournful cry;
In the dark hour of deep distress,
To thee alone I fly,
2. Thou art my ftrength, my life, my stay ;
Affift my feeble truft;
Drive thefe diftreffing fears away,
And raise me from the duft.
3 Fain would I call thy grace to mind,
And trust thy glorious name;
Jehovah powerful, wife, and kind,
Forever is the fame.
4 Thy prefence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
When earthly comforts die
Thy voice can bid my pains depart,
And raife my pleatures high.
Here let me reft, on thee depend,
My God, my hope, my all;
Be thou my everlafting friend,
And I fhall never fall.
Hymn XC. Long Metre.
Praife for common Mercies.
REAT Source of life, our fouls confel
GThe various riches of thy grace;
Crown'd with thy mercies, we rejoice,
And in thy praise exalt our voice.
2 By thee, heaven's shining arch was spread;
By thee, were earth's foundations laid ; ̧
All the delights of our abode,
Proclaim the wife, the powerful God.
3 Thy tender hand reftores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death ;
Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.
4 Thefe lives are facred to the Lord,
By thee upheld, by thee reftor'd;
And whilst our hours renew their race,
Still we would walk before thy face.
5 So, when our fouls by thee are led ·
Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant they fhail move
To feats of nobler life above.
Hymn XCI. Long Metre. [or]
Religion vain without Love.
HADI the tongues of Greeks and Jews
And nobler fpeech than angels ute
If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brafs, an empty found.
2 Were I infpir'd to preach, and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing, without love.
Should I diftribute all my store,
To feed the hungry, clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
If love to God, and love to men
Be abfent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal
The work of love can e'er fulfil.
HAIL, King fupreme! all wife and good
To thee our thoughts we raise;
Whilft nature's lovely charms, display'd,
Infpire our fouls with praife.
2 At morning, noon and evening mild,
Thy works engage our view;
And as we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every ftar
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the rifing face of morn
With rays of cheering light.
4 Th' afpiring hill, the verdant lawn,
With thoufand beauties fhine;
The vocal grove and cooling fhade
Proclaim thy power divine.
5 From tree to tree, a constant hymn
Employs the feather'd throng;
To thee, their cheerful notes they fwell,
And chant their grateful fong.
6 Great nature's God! ftill may these fcenes Our ferious hours engage;
Still may our wondering eyes perufe
Thy works' inftructive page.
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