Whilft the rich blood of martyrs flain,
Lies mingled with the duft!

2 Let faith arise and climb the hills,
The Saviour to descry ;

To view his diftant chariot wheels,
And tell how faft they fly.

3 Lo, faith beholds the scatter'd fhades !
The dawn of heaven appears!
And the bright morning gently fpreads
Its blushes round the fpheres.
4 Faith fees the Lord of glory come,
His flaming guards around!
The fkies divide to make him room,
His trumpet shakes the ground.

5 She hears the voice, "ye dead, arise !”
She sees the graves obey!

And waking faints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th' expected day.

6 They leave the duft, and on the wing
Surmount the yielding air;

In fhining garments meet their King,
And bow before him there.

70! may we then among them stand,
Cloth'd in celeftial white;

The meanest place at his right hand
Gives infinite delight.

Hymn CXIII.

WATTS.

Common Metre. [orb]

Pardoning Mercy.

OW oft, alas! this wretched heart

H Has wander'd from the Lord!

How oft my erring thoughts depart,
Forgetful of thy word!

2 Yet fov'reign mercy cries "return,"
Lord, at thy call, I come;
My vile ingratitude I mourn,

O take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive;
And all my crimes remove?
And fhall a pardon'd rebel live,
To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious! how divine!
That can to life and blifs restore
So vile a heart as mine!

5 Thy pard'ning love, forever free,
With rapture I adore;

Lord, I devote myfelf to thee,
And long to love thee more.

Mrs. STEELZ.

Long Metre.

Dymn CXIV.

The Gospel Feaft.

WOW rich are thy provifions, Lord!
Thy table furnish'd from above

The fruits of life o'erfpread the board;
The cup o'erflows with heavenly love.
2 Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast!
We humbly take what they refufe,
And Gentiles thy falvation tafte.
3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,
And help was far and death was nigh;
Yet, at the gofpel call, we came,
And every want receiv'd fupply.
4 From the highway that leads to hell,
From paths of darknefs and defpair,

Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy profence here.
5 What fhall we pay our heavenly Friend,
Who left the fky, his bleft abode,
And did to this low earth defcend,
To bring us wanderers back to God?
6 Our everlasting love is due

To him, who pity'd finners loft!
And paid our ransom, when he knew
His precious life must be the coft.

Hymn CXV.

H

Rich Treafure in earthen Veffels.
OW rich thy bounty, King of kings!
Thy favours how divine?

The bleffings which thy gofpel brings,
How fplendidly they fine!

2 Gold is but drofs, and gems but toys,
Should gold and gems compare;
How mean when fet against those joys
Thy pooreft fervants thare.

3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace
Are lodg'd in urns of clay,
And the weak fons of mortal race
Th' immortal gifts convey.
4 Feebly they lifp thy glories forth,
Yet grace the victory gives;
Quickly they moulder back to earth,
Yet ftill the gofpel lives.

5 Such wonders power divine effects;
Such trophies God can raise;

His hand from crumbling duft erects
His monuments of praise.

Salisbury Collection

Dymn CXVI.

Common Metre. [b]

The Frailty and Folly of Man.

H How vaft our fouls' affairs!

Yet foolish mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay ;
Just like a ftory or a song,

We pafs our lives away.

3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedlefs on ;
And ever haftening to the tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run.

4 Draw us, O God, with fov'reign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high;

That we may end this mortal race,
And fee falvation nigh.

WATTS

ymn CXVII. Common Metre. [or] God's Fufice and Power. Job ix. 2, 10.

OW fhould the fons of Adam's race
Be just before their God!

If he contend in righteoufnefs,

We fall beneath his rod.

2 To vindicate my words and thoughts,
I'll make no vain pretence;
Not one of all my num'rous faults
Can hear a juft defence.

3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wife,
What vain prefumers dare

Again their Maker's power to rife,
And impious war declare!

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4 Mountains, by his almighty wrath,
From their old seats are torn ;
He fhakes the pillars of the earth,
And all the nations mourn.

S Through the wide air, the mighty rocks
Are fwift as hail-ftones thrown;
Whilft Etna pours with horrid fhocks,
Her melted entrails down.

He bids the fun forbear to rife,
Th' obedient fun forbears;

His hand with darkness spreads the skies,
And feals up all the stars.
He walks upon the ftormy fea,

And rides upon the wind;

No flesh can trace his wond'rous way,
Nor his dark footsteps find.

8 Yet, mighty God, thy fov'reign grace
Sits regent on the throne,

The refuge of thy chofen race,

When wrath comes rufhing down.

Hymn CXVIII.

H

WATTS, varied.

Com. Metre.

[X or bl

The Gospel Feaft.

WOW fweet and awful is the place, 1With Chrift within the doors; Here everlafting love difplays

The choiceft of her ftores!

4 Whilft all our hearts and all our fongs Join to admire the feaft;

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Each of us fay, with thankful tongues, "Lord why was 1 a gueft?

"Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter whilft there's room,

When thoufands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come ?"