1 2 3 5 HYMN CL. The same as the cxlviiith Psalm. JOIN all the glorious names All are too mean But O what gentle terms, To teach his heav'nly grace! What forms of love (Array'd in mortal flesh, My tongue would bless thy name; And peace with heav'n.) (Be thou my Counsellor, (I love my Shepherd's voice, BOOK II. Composed on Divine Subjects. HYMN I. L. M.] A song in praise to God from GreatBritain. 1 NATURE with all her pow'rs shall sing God the Creator and the King: Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 [Begin to make his glories known, Ye seraphs, that sit near his throne; Tune your harps high, and spread the sound To the creation's utmost bound.] 3 [All mortal things of meaner frame. Exert your force, and own his name ; Whilst with our souls and with our voice, We sing his honours and our joys.] 4 [To him be sacred all we have, From the young cradle to the grave: Our lips shall his loud wonders tell, And ev'ry word a miracle.] [This northern isle, our native land, Lies safe in the Almighty's hand; Our foes of vict'ry dream in vain, And wear the captivating chain. 6 He builds and guards the British throne, And makes it gracious, like his own: Makes our successive princes kind, And gives our dangers to the wind.] 7 Raise monumental praises high, To him that thunders thro' the sky, And with an awful nod or frown Shakes an aspiring tyrant down. [Pillars of lasting brass proclaim The triumphs of th' eternal name: While trembling nations read from far The honours of the God of war.] 9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs: Britain, pronounce with warmest joy, Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. 10 [Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name: The strongest notes that angels raise, Faint in the worship and the praise.] HYMN II. [C. M.] The death of a sinner. 1 MY thoughts on awful subjects roll, * Ling'ring about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay: Till like a flood with rapid force HYMN III. [C. M.] The death and burial of a saint. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upward too As fast as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble to convey 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And soften'd ev'ry bed: Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, [lie; Moveless and firm this heart should Resolv'd (for that's my last defence) If I must perish, there to die. 4 But speak,my Lord, and calm my fear; Am I not safe beneath thy shade! Thy veng'ance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dares my soul invade. 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; Hosanna to my dying God: And my best honours to his name. HYMN V. [L. M.] Longing to praise Christ better. 1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll O'er the sharp sorrows of my soul, And read my Maker's broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by the cross; 2 When I behold death, hell and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine; And see the man that groan'd and dy'd, Sit glorious by his Father's side; 3 Mypassions rise and soar above, [love; I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. 4 But my heart fails, my tongue com plains, For want of their immortal strains; 5 Well, the kind minute must appear HYMN VI. [C. M.] A morning song. 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 2 Night unto night his name repeats, 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame; 4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand. 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, HYMN VII. (C. M.) An evening song. 1[DREAD Sov'reign, let myev'ning song Like holy incense rise; Assist the off'rings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Thro' all the dangers of the day But O how few returns of love 4 What have I done for him that dy'd Fast as my minutes roll! 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To thy dear cross I flee, 6 And to thy grace my soul resign Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, As in th' embraces of my God, HYMN VIII. [C. M.] An hymn for a morning and evening. 2 That was a most amazing pow'r 3 The ev'ning rests our weary head, 4 The rising morning can't assure 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin 6 God is our sun, whose daily light HYMN IX. [C. M.] Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ. 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die; Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I! 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine The glorious suff 'rer stood! 3 Was it for crimes that I had done, 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 6 But drops of grief can ne'er re-pay HYMN X. [C. M.] 1 MY soul forsakes her vain delight, And mischievous as hell. 2 No longer will I ask your love, Nor seek your friendship more ; That suits my large desire; 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood, 5 Th' almighty Ruler of the sphere, I'd climb the heav'nly road; HYMN XI. [L. M.] 1 I SEND the joys of earth away; 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss; That drew me from those treach'rous seas, And bid me seek superior bliss. 4 Now to the shining realms above Istretch my hands, and glance myeyes: O for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies! 5 There from the bosom of my God Oceans of endless pleasures roll; There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. HYMN XII. [C.M.] Christ is the substance of the Levitical priesthood. 1 THE true Messiah now appears, 2 No smoking sweets,nor bleeding lambs, 3 Aaron must lay his robes away, When God himself comes down to be 4 He took our mortal flesh to show And prays for us above. 5 "Father (he eries) forgive their sins, For I myself have dy'd ;" And then he shews his open'd veins, HYMN XIII. [L. M.] The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world. 1 SING to the Lord that built the skies, 5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies, HYMN XIV. [S. M.] The Lord's-day: or, delight in ordi 1 2 nances. WELCOME sweet day of rest, Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! The king himself comes near, Here we may sit, and see him here, 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay And sit and sing herself away HYMN XV. [L. M.] The enjoyment of Christ: or, delight in worship. 1 FAR from my thoughts vain world be gone, Let my religious hours alone; Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heav'nly love. 3 (The trees of life immortal stand In fragrant rows at thy right-hand, And in sweet murmurs by thy side Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. 4 Haste then, but with a smiling face, How sweet thy entertainments are! HYMN XVI. [L. M.] 7 LORD, what a heav'n of saving grace Our raptured eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. 10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coasts of perfect light: Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love. 11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees! Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below. 12 Send comforts down from thy righthand, While we pass thro' this barren land, A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.] HYMN XVII. [C. M.] God's eternity. 1 RISE, rise, my soul and leave the ground, Stretch all my thoughts abroad, And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound To praise th' eternal God. 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Jehovah fill'd his throne, 3 Or Adam form'd, or angels made, His boundless years can ne'er decrease, And ever is his time. 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, And sees our ages waste. 5 The sea and sky must perish too, 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies; My God shall live an endless day, When th' old creation dies. HYMN XVIII. [L. M.] The ministry of angels. 1 HIGH on a hill of dazzling light, The King of Glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels stretch'd for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go. Salute the virgin's fruitful womb; Make haste, ye cherubs, down below, Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.' 3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elisha stands; Anon a heav'nly soldier flies, And breaks the chains from Peter's 4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts, 5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord? HYMN XIX. [C. M.] 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, |