7 One thing at least, and 'tis enough,
We learn froin this surprising fact,
Our dreams afford sufficient proof,
The soul without the flesh can act.
8 This life, which mortals so esteem,
That many choose it for their all,
They will confess, was but a dream,*
When wakened by death's awful call.

HYMN XCIX.

The World.

1 SEE, the world for youth prepares,
Harlot-like, her gaudy snares!
Pleasures round her seem to wait,
But 'tis all a painted cheat.
2 Rash and unsuspecting youth
Thinks to find thee always smooth,
Always kind, till better taught,
By experience dearly bought.
3 So the calm, but faithless sea,
(Lively emblem, world, of thee,)
Tempts the shepherd from the shore,
Foreign regions to explore.

4 While no wrinkled wave is seen,
While the sky remains serene,
Fill'd with hopes and golden schemes,
Of a storm he little dreams.

5 But ere long the tempest raves,
Then he trembles at the waves;
Wishes then he had been wise,
But too late he sinks and dies.
6 Hapless thus are they, vain world,
Soon on rocks of ruin hurl'd,
Who admiring thee, untried,
Court thy pleasure, wealth, or pride.
7 Such a shipwreck had been mine,
Had not Jesus (name divine!)
Sav'd me with a mighty hand,
And restor❜d my soul to land.
8 Now, with gratitude I raise
Ebenezers to his praise;

Now my rash pursuits are o'er,
I can trust thee, world, no more.

HYMN C.

The Enchantment dissolved.
1 BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts,
The world to our unpractis'd hearts,
A flatt'ring prospect shows;
Our fancy forms a thousand schemes
Our gay delights and golden dreams,
And undisturb'd repose.

2 So in the desert's dreary waste,
By magic power produc'd in haste,
(As ancient fables say)

Castles, and groves, and music sweet,
The senses of the trav'ller meet,
And stop him in his way.

*Isaiah xxix. 3.

3 But while he listens with surprise,
The charm dissolves, the vision dies,
"Twas but enchanted ground:
Thus, if the Lord our spirit touch,
The world, which promis'd us so much,
A wilderness is found.

4 At first we start, and feel distress'd,
Convinc'd we never can have rest
In such a wretched place;
But he whose mercy breaks the charm,
Reveals his own almighty arm,

And bids us seek his face.

5 Then we begin to live indeed,
When from our sin and bondage freed
By this beloved Friend;
We follow him from day to day,
Assur'd of grace through all the way,
And glory at the end.

BOOK III.

ON THE RISE, PROGRESS, CHANGES, AND COMFORTS OF THE SPIRITUAL LIFE.

I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO

SINNERS

HYMN I. Expostulation.

1 No words can declare,
No fancy can paint,
What rage and despair,
What hopeless complaint,
Fill Satan's dark dwelling,
The prison beneath
What weeping, and yelling,
And gnashing of teeth!

2 Yet sinners will choose
This dreadful abode;
Each madly pursues
The dangerous road;

Though God give them warning
They onward will go,
They answer with scorning,
And rush upon woe.

3 How sad to behold
The rich and the poor,

The young and the old,
All blindly secure!
All posting to ruin,
Refusing to stop!

Ah! think what you're doing,
While yet there is hope.

4 How weak is your hand,
To fight with the Lord!
How can you withstand
The edge of his sword?
What hope of escaping
For those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping
To swallow his foes!

HYMN IV.]

5 How oft have you dar'd
The Lord to his face!
Yet still you are spar'd
To hear of his grace;
Oh! pray for repentance
And life-giving faith,
Before the just sentence
Consign you to death.

6 It is not too late
To Jesus to flee,
His mercy is great,
His pardon is free;

His blood has such virtue
For all that believe,

That nothing can hurt you,
If him you receive.

HYMN II.

Alarm.

1 Srop, poor sinner! stop, and think,
Before you farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?
Once again, I charge you, stop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!

2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day, When he judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away,

Like wax before the flame?

3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come,
To drag you to his bar;
Then to hear your awful doom
Will fill you with despair:

All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?

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4 Though your heart be made of steel, Your forehead lin'd with brass, God at length will make He will not let you pass: Sinners then in vain will call, (Though they now despise his grace) Rocks and mountains on us fall,*

And hide us from his face.

5 But as yet there is a hope

You may his mercy know,
Though his arm is lifted up,

He still forbears the blow:
"Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come shall be denied,
He says, "There still is room."t

HYMN III.

We were once as you are. I SHALL men pretend to pleasure, Who never knew the Lord, Can all the worldling's treasure True peace of mind afford? They shall obtain this jewel In what their hearts desire, When they by adding fuel

Can quench the flame of fire. 2 Till you can bid the ocean, When furious tempests roar,* Forget its wonted motion,

And rage and swell no more; In vain your expectation To find content in sin, Or freedom from vexation, While passions reign within. 3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus, If you would good possess; "Tis he alone that frees us

From guilt and from distress:
When he by faith is present,
The sinner's troubles cease;
His ways are truly pleasant,
And all his paths are peace.†
4 Our time in sin we wasted,
And fed upon the wind;
Until his love we tasted,

No comfort could we find:
But now we stand to witness

His power and grace to you;
May you perceive its fitness,
And call upon him too!

5 Our pleasure and our duty,
Though opposite before,
Since we have seen his beauty,
Are join'd to part no more:
It is our highest pleasure,
No less than duty's call,
To love him beyond measure,
And serve him with our all.

HYMN IV.
Prepare to meet God.

1 SINNER, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
See, his mighty arm is bar'd!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd,
Thou must either break or bow.
2 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth affrighted hastes to flee,
Solid mountains melt like wax;
What will then become of thee
Who his advent may abide?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapt in flame?

HYMN XLVII.

ANOTHER.

1 HAPPY are they to whom the Lord
His gracious name makes known;
And by his Spirit, and his word,
Adopts them for his own.

2 He calls them to his mercy-seat,

And hears their humble prayer;
And when within his house they meet,
They find his presence near.

3 The force of their united cries

No power can long withstand;
For Jesus helps them from the skies,
By his almighty hand.

4 Then mountains sink at once to plains,
And light from darkness springs;
Each seeming loss improves their gains,
Each trouble comfort brings.

5 Though men despise them, or revile,
They count the trial small;
Whoever frowns, if Jesus smile,
It makes amends for all.

6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed,
And like their Saviour, poor,

They would not change their gospel-bread
For all the worldling's store.

7 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys,
They mount on eagles' wings,
They can disdain, as children's toys,
The pride and pomp of kings.

8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay

The debt of praise we owe, That we enjoy a gospel-day, And heaven begun below.

HYMN XLVIII.

Praise for the Continuance of the Gospel.*
1 ONCE, while we aim'd at Zion's songs,
A sudden mourning check'd our tongues!
Then we were call'd to sow in tears,
The seeds of joy for future years.

2 Oft as that memorable hour

The changing year brings round again, We meet to praise the love and power Which heard our cries and eased our pain. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, Unite in praise for answer'd prayer! Did not the Lord our sorrows mark? Did not our sighing reach his ear? 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside, And all our cares summ'd up in one: "Let us but have thy word," we cried, "In other things thy will be done." 5 Since he has granted our request, And we still hear the gospel-voice, Although by many trials prest, In this we can and will rejoice.

6 Though to our lot temptations fall,
Though pain, and want, and cares annoy,
The precious gospel sweetens all,
And yields us med'cine, food, and joy.

HYMN XLIX.

A Famine of the Word.

1 GLADNESS was spread through Israel's host
When first they manna viewed;
They labour'd who should gather most,
And thought it pleasant food.

2 But when they had it long enjoyed,
From day to day the same,

Their hearts were by the plenty cloyed,
Although from heaven it came.

3 Thus gospel-bread at first is priz'd,
And makes a people glad;

But afterwards too much despis'd,
When easy to be had.

4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold
The bread his mercy sends,
To have our houses fill'd with gold,
Would make but poor amends.

5 How tedious would the week appear,
How dull the Sabbath prove,
Could we no longer meet to hear
The precious truths we love!
6 How would believing parents bear,
To leave their heedless youth
Expos'd to every fatal snare,
Without the light of truth!

7 The gospel, and a praying few,
Our bulwark long have prov'd;
But Olney sure the day will rue
When these shall be remov'd.

8 Then sin, in this once-favour'd town,
Will triumph unrestrain'd;

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And wrath and vengeance hasten down, No more by prayer detain❜d.

Preserve us from this judgment, Lord,
For Jesus' sake we plead;

A famine of the gospel-word
Would be a stroke indeed!

HYMN L.

Prayer for Ministers.

1 CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep,
From death and sin set free!
May ev'ry under-shepherd keep
His eye intent on thee!

2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare To execute thy will;

Compassion, patience, love, and care,
And faithfulness, and skill.

3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal,
Their flocks to feed and teach;
And let them live, and let them feel
The sacred truths they preach.
Oh! never let the sheep complain
That toys, which fools amuse,

Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain,
Debase the shepherd's views.

5 He that for these forbears to feed
The souls whom Jesus loves,
Whate'er he may profess or plead,
An idol shepherd proves.*

6 The sword of God shall break his arm,
A blast shall blind his eye;
His word shall have no power to warm,
His gifts shall all grow dry.

7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe,
Let all thy shepherds say!

And grace, and strength, on each bestow,
To labour while 'tis day.

HYMN LI.

Prayer for a Revival.

1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again:
Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high;
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die.
2 Surely once thy garden flourish'd,

Ev'ry part look'd gay and green:
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
Happy seasons we have seen.
But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see:
Lord, thy help is greatly needed;
Help can only come from thee.

3 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars,

Bright examples to our youth! Some, in whom we once delighted, We shall meet no more below; Some, alas! we fear are blighted,

Scarce a single leaf they show.

4 Younger plants-the sight how pleasant—
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
But they cause us grief at present,
Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud!
Dearest Saviour, hasten thither,

Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh! permit them not to wither,

Let not all our hopes be vain! 5 Let our mutual love be fervent,

Make us prevalent in prayers: Let each one esteem'd thy servant Shun the world's bewitching snares: Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh.

* Zech. xi. 17.

HYMN LII.
Hoping for a Revival.

1 My harp untun'd and laid aside,
(To cheerful hours the harp belongs)
My cruel foes insulting cried,

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Čome, sing us one of Zion's songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to sing?

3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit,

And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Saviour say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 5 "Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 "Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, The winter-season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair."

7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive;

Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and healing bring.

SACRAMENTAL HYMNS.

HYMN LIII.

Welcome to the Table.

1 THIS is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup.

2 Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed;

Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them,
Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

HYMN LIV.

Christ Crucified.

1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see. Bleeding to death for wretched me,

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Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In every groan I bear a part;

I view his wounds with streaming eyes;
But, see! he bows his head, and dies!
3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.

5 O that I thus could always feel!

Lord, more and more thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart and charms my ear:
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.

HYMN LV.

Jesus hasting to Suffer.

1 THE Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When, hasting to Jerusalem,

He march'd before the rest!

2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His ev'ry thought engross;
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood,*
He pants to reach the cross.

3 With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew,

"Twas love that urg'd him on.

4 Lord, we return thee what we can;
Our hearts shall sound abroad,
Salvation to the dying man,
And to the rising God!

5 And while thy bleeding glories here, Engage our wond'ring eyes,

We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

HYMN LVI.

It is good to be here.

1 LET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away:
While I see him on the tree,
Weep, and bleed, and die for me.
2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah! my soul, he bore thy load;
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God.

3 Hark! his dying word, "Forgive, Father, let the sinner live;

Luke xii. 50.

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HYMN LVII.
Looking at the Cross.

1 IN evil long I took delight,
Unaw'd by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,

Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain.

6 Another look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou may'st live.'

7 Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue,

(Such is the mystery of grace,)

It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd,

That I should such a life destroy,

Yet live by him I kill'd.

HYMN LVIII.

Supplies in the Wilderness.

1 WHEN Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, though 'twas a barren land,
A sure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road,

And screen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow'd, And manna was their meat.