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And will he write his Name,
My Father, and my Friend:
I love his Name,
I love his Word,
Join all my Powers,
And praise the Lord.
For one under Temptation.
ESU, lover of my Soul,
Let me to thy Bosom fly,
While the nearer Waters roll,
While the Tempeft ftill is high :
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
'Till the Storm of Life is past,
Safe into the Haven guide,
O receive my Soul at last.
Other Refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless Soul on thee,
Leave, O leave me not alone,
Still Support and Comfort me :
All my Truft on thee is ftay'd,
All my Help from thee I bring».
Cover my defenceless Head,
With the shadow of thy Wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in thee I find,
Raise the Fallen, chear the Faint,
Heal the Sick, and lead the Blind :
Just and Holy is thy Name !
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile, and full of Sin I am,
Thou art full of Truth and Grace,
Plenteous Grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my Sin,
Let the healing Streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou, of Life, the Fountain art,
Freely let me taste of thee,
up within my Heart, Rise to all Eternity..
HOU God of glorious Majesty !
To thee, against myself, to thee,
A Worm of Earth, I cry;
An half awaken'd Child of Man,
An heir of endless Bliss or Pain,
A Sinner, Born to Die.
Lo! on a narrow Neck of Land,
'Twixt two unbounded Seas, I stand
Secure; Insensible !
A point of Time, a Moments space
Removes me to that heav'nly Place,
Qr shuts me up in Hell.
O God, mine inmoft Soul Convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful Heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn Weight,
And tremble on the brink of Fate,
And 'wake to Righteousness.
Before me place in dread Array,
The Pomp of that tremendous Day,
When thou with Clouds shall come
To judge the Nations at thy Bar,
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful Doom ?
Be this my one great Business here,
With serious Industry and Care,
My future Bliss t'ensure :
Thine utmost Counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all thy righteous Will,
And to the End endure.
Then, Saviour, then, my Soul receive,
Transported from the Vale, to Live
And Reign with thee above :
Where Faith is sweetly lost in Sight,
And Hope in full supreme Delight,
And everlasting Love.
Η Υ Μ Ν LXXV. Longing to Worship and Praise God with Fear. C Eleftial King, our Spirits lie
Trembling beneath thy Feet, And wish, and cast a longing Eye, To reach thy lofty Seat.
Seraphs, with elevated Strains,
Circle thy Throne around,
And move and charm the starry Plains,
With an immortal sound.
Jesus the Lord their Harps Employ,
Jesus, our Love they Sing;
Jesus, the Name of both our Joys,
Sounds sweet from ev'ry String. Now may we rise and join their song,
And be as Angels too ;
Our Hearts, our Hands, our Ears, our Tongues,
Here's joyful Work for you.
We would begin the Mufick here,
And so our Souls should rise ;
O for some heav'nly Notes, to bear
Our Spirits to the Skies.
There we that love the Saviour, fit
(There we would fain have Place,) Amongst your Thrones, or at your Feet,
So we might see his Face,
DAM, our Father, and our Head
Transgrefs’d; and Justice doom'd us dead, Great God we own th' unhappy Name, Whence sprung our Nature, and our Shame.
But, О unutterable Grace !
Th’ Eternal Son takes Adam's Place !
Down to the World the Saviour Aies,
Stretches his naked Arms, and Dies.
Amazing Work! look down ye Skies,
Wonder and gaze with all your Eyes ;
Ye heav'nly Thrones, stoop from above,
And bow to this mysterious Love.
IS done! the Rocks are rent in twain,
The Temple's Veil is torn, The Saviour Dies, his parting Soul
To distant Realms is borne.
'Tis finish'd! the Meffiah's Dead,
He Dies, to Die no more;
Dies, that the Souls of mortal Men
To Heav'n may sweetly Soar,
He Dies, to shut the Mouth of Hell,
To lead the Way to Heav'n ;
Dies, that the heavy laden Soul
May ask, and be forgiv'n.
Jesu, we ask, O hear our Pray'r,
Our Saviour, God the Son, Forgive our Sins, our Pardon seal,
And whisper thou, 'Tis Done!