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HYMN CLXIII. (C. M.) Complaints of desertion and temptations. 1 DEAR Lord! behold our sore distress! Our sins attempt to reign; Stretch out thine arm of conqu❜ring And let thy foes be slain. [grace, [The lion with his dreadful roar Affrights thy feeble sheep: Reveal the glory of thy pow'r, And chain him to the deep.

3 Must we indulge a long despair? Shall our petitions die?

Our mournings never reach thine ear,
Nor tears affect thine eye ?]

4 If thou despise a mortal groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's blood;
An advocate so near the throne
Pleads and prevails with God.

3 He brought the Spirit's pow'rful sword, To slay our deadly foes:

Our sins shall die beneath thy word, And hell in vain oppose.

6 How boundless is our Father's grace, In height, and depth, and length! He made his Son our righteousness, His Spirit is our strength.

HYMN CLXIV. (C. M.)

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2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.

3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

4 When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?

HYMN CLXV. (C. M.) Unfruitfulness, ignorance, and unsanctified affections.

1 LONG have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,

And hear almost in vain :
How small a portion of thy grace
My mem'ry can retain !

3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!]
4. [How cold and feeble is my
love!
How negligent my fear!

How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!]

5 Great God! thy sover'ign pow'r impart
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.

6 [Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay
And love shall never die.]

HYMN CLXVI. (C. M.)

The divine perfections.

1 HOW shall I praise th' eternal God,
That Infinite unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?

2 [The Great Invisible! He dwells
Conceal'd in dazzling light ;
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.

3 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep
Survey the world around;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.]

4 [Speak we ofstrength? His arm is strong
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.]

5 He knows no shadow of a change,

Nor alters his decrees;

Firm as a rock his truth remains.
To guard his promises.]
[Sinners before his presence die :
How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy

Burn like devouring flame.]

7 Justice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God,
While mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Saviour's blood.

Now to my soul, immortal King,
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.

HYMN CLXVII. (L. M.)
The same.

1 GREAT God! thy glories shall employ
My holy fear, my humble joy;
My lips, in songs of honour, bring
Their tribute to th' eternal King.

2 [Earthand th' stars,andworlds unknown
Depend precarious on his throne;
All nature hangs upon his word,
And grace and glory own their Lord.]
3 [His sov'reignpow'r what mortal knows!
If he command, who dares oppose !
With strength he girds himself around,
And treads the rebels to the ground.]
4 [Who shall pretend to teach him skill,
Or guide the councils of his will?

His wisdom, like a sea divine, Flows deep and high beyond our line.] 5 [His name is holy, and his eye Burns with immortal jealousy; He hates the sons of pride and sheds His fiery vengeance on their heads.]

6 [The beamings of his piercing sight Bring dark hypocrisy to light; Death and destruction naked lie, And hell uncover'd to his eye.]

7 [Th' eternal law before him stands; His justice with impartial hands, Divides to all their due reward, Or by the sceptre or the sword.] [His mercy like a boundless sea, Washes our load of guilt away; While his own Son came down and dy'd,

T'engage his justice on our side.]

9 [Each of his words demands my faith'
My soul can rest on all he saith;
His truth inviolably keeps
The largest promise of his lips.]

10 O, tell me, with a gentle voice,
"Thou art my God," and I'll re-
joiced

Fill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim The brightest honours of thy name.

HYMN CLXVIII. (L. M.)

The same.

1 JEHOVAH reigns, his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty;
His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.

2 His terrors keep the world in awe,
His justice guards his holy law,
His love reveals a smiling face,
His truth and promise seal the grace.

3 Thro' all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep desig ns
His pow'r is sov'reign to fulfil
The noblest counsels of his will.
4 And will the glorious Lord descend
To be my father and my friend?
Then let my songs with angels join;
Heav'n is secure, if God be mine.

HYMN CLXIX.

The same as the cxlviiith Psalm.

1.THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
His throne is built on high:
The garments he assumes
Are light and inajesty;

His glories shine
With beams so bright,
No mortal eye
Can bear the sight.

2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe;

His wrath and justice stand
To guard his holy law;
And where his love
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms
And seals the grace.

3 Thro' all his ancient works
Surprising wisdom shines,
Confounds the pow'r of hell,
And breaks their curs'd designs:
Strong is his arm,
And shall fulfil
His great decrees,
His sov'reign will.

4 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name,
"My father and my friend?"
I love his name,

I love his word:
Join all my pow'rs,
And praise the Lord.

HYMN CLXX. (L.M.)

God incomprehensible and sovereign.

1*[CAN creatures, to perfection, find Th' eternal uncreated mind?

Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search his nature out?

2 'Tis high as heav'n, 'tis deep as hell;
And what can mortals know, or tell?
His glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all the shining worlds on high.

3 But man, vain man, would fain be wise,

Born, like a wild young colt he flies
Thro all the follies of his mind,

And swells and snuffs the empty wind.]

4 God is a king of pow'r unknown,
Firm are the orders of his throne:
If he resolve, who dare oppose,
Or ask him why, or what he does?

5 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole;

He calms the tempest of the soul:
When he shuts up in long despair,
Who can remove the heavy bar?

6 He frowns, and darkness veils the

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BOOK III.

Prepared for the Holy Ordinance of the Lord's Supper.

HYMN 1. (L. M.)

The Lord's supper instituted, 1 Cor. xi. 23, &c.

ITWAS on that dark,that doleful night,
When pow'rs of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes:
2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and bless'd and
brake:

What love thro' all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body, broke for sin, "Receive and eat the living food." Then took the cup and bless'd the wine; ""Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 4 [For us his flesh with nails was torn, He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn; And justice pour'd upon his head ks heavy vengeance, in our stead. For us his vital blood was split, To buy the pardon of our guilt; When, for black crimes of biggest size, He gave his soul a sacrifice.]

6 "Do this, he cry'd, 'till time shall end, "In mem'ry of your dying friend; "Meet at my table, and record "The love of your departed Lord." 7 [Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, We shew thy death, we sing thy name, "Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage-supper of the Lamb.]

HYMN II. (S. M.)

Communion with Christ, and with saints. 1 Cor. x. 16, 17.

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We are but sev'ral parts

Of the same broken bread :

One body hath its several limbs,
But Jesus is the head.

Let all our pow'rs be join'd,
His glorious name to raise :
Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind,
And ev'ry voice be praise.

HYMN III. (C. M.)

The New Testament in the blood of Christ; or, The new covenant sealed.

1 "THE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for ever good:"
He said, and gave his soul to death,
And seal'd the grace with blood.
2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word
I set my worthless name:

I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3 The light, and strength, and pard'ning grace,

And glory shall be mine: My life and soul, my heart and flesh, And all my pow'rs are thine.

4 I call that legacy my own

Which Jesus did bequeath; 'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratify'd in death.

5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,
Who bless'd us in his will,
And to his testament of love
Made his own life the seal.

HYMN IV. (C. M.)

Christ's dying love: or, our pardon bought at a dear price.

HOW condescending, and how kind,
Was God's eternal Son!

Our mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 [When justice, by our sins provok'd,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murm'ring word.]

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,.
To raise us to his throne:
There's ne'era gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.]

4 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor lets his saints forget.

6 [Here we behold his bowels roll
As kind as when he dy'd,
And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed thro' his wounded side.]
7 [Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love:

Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection nove.]

8 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,
And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.

HYMN V. (C. M.)

Christ the bread of life, John vi. 31, 35, 39.

1 LET us adore th' eternal Word, 'Tis he our souls has fed: Thou art our living stream, O Lord, And thou th' iminortal bread.

2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jesus from above,
[rise,
Where the fresh springs of pleasure
And rivers flow with love.

3 The Jews, the fathers, dy'd at last,
Who ate that heav'nly bread;
But those provisions which we taste
Can raise us from the dead.]

4 Bless'd be the Lord that gives his flesh To nourish dying men;

And often spreads his table fresh.
Lest we should faint again,

5 Our souls shall draw their heav'nly

breath

Whilst Jesus finds supplies: Nor shall our graces sink to death,

For Jesus never dies.

Daily our mortal flesh decays,

But Christ our life shall come; His unresisted pow'r shall raise Our bodies from the tomb.

HYMN VI. (L. M.)

The memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv. 3.

1 JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not: And carnal objects court our eyes. To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have,

Apt to forget his lovely face:
And, to refresh our minds, he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
The Lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
And taste the wine, and bless the God.

4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem ;
Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

5 While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place,
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face.

6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills
Whence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

HYMN VII. (L. M.)

Crucifixion to the world, by the cross of
Christ, Gal. vi. Ï4.

1 WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross
On which the Prince of glory dy'd,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it. Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 [His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.]

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN VIII. (C. M.)
The tree of life.

1 [COME, let us join a joyful tuue
To our exalted Lord,

Ye saints on high around his throne, And we around his board.

2 While once upon this lower ground Weary and faint ye stood,

What dear refreshments here ye found From this immortal food!

3 The Tree of Life, that near the throne In heav'n's high garden grows, Laden with grace, bends gently down Its ever-smiling boughs.

4 [Hov'ring amongst the leaves, there

stands

The sweet celestial Dove,

And Jesus on the branches hangs
The banner of his love.]

5 ['Tis a young heav'n of strange delight
While in his shade we sit;
His fruit is pleasing to the sight,
And to the taste as sweet.

6 New life it spreads thro' dying hearts,
And chears the drooping mind?
Vigour and joy the juice imparts,
Without a sting behind.]

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Infinite was our guilt,

But he, our Priest, atones;

On the cold ground his life was spilt, And offer'd with his groans.]

Look up, my soul, to him Whose death was thy desert, And humbly view the living stream Flow from his breaking heart.

7. There, on the cursed tree,

In dying pangs he lies,
Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.

8 Thus the Redeemer came,
By water and by blood:

And when the Spirit speaks the same, We feel his witness good.

9 While the eternal Three
Bear their record above,

Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And seal my Saviour's love."

10 [Lord cleanse my soul from sin,
Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart.]

HYMN X. (L. M.)

Christ crucified: The wisdom and power of God.

1 NATURE with open volume stands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And ev'ry labour of his hands Shews something worthy of a God: 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man, His brightest form of glory shines;

Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn. In precious blood, and crimson lines. 3 [Here his whole name appears complete ;

Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ, The pow'r, the wisdom, or the love.] 4 Here I behold his inmost heart, Where grace and vengeance strangely join,

Piercing his Son with sharpest smart, To make the purchas'd pleasures mine. 5 O! the sweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour lov'd,and dy'd!. Her noblest life my Spirit draws From his dear wounds, and bleeding side.

6 I would for ever speak his name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.

HYMN XI. (C. M.)

Pardon brought to our senses. LORD, how divine thy comforts are! How heav'nly is the place, Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God, And sweetest glories shine; There Jesus says, "That I am his, "And my Beloved's mine,"

3 Here, (says the kind redeeming Lord, And shews his wounded side) "See here the spring of all your joys, That open'd when I dy'd!"

4 [He smiles, and chears my mournful heart,

And tells of all his pain:

"All this, says he, I bore for thee," And then he smiles again.]

5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King For grace so vast as this?

He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 [Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad;
Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.]

7 [To him that wash'd us in his blood
Be everlasting praise,

Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.]

HYMN XII. (L. M.)

The Gospel-Feast, Luke xiv. 16, &c.

1 [HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord! Thy table furnish'd from above!

The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love." 2 Thine ancient family, the Jews, Were first invited to the feast: We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy salvation taste.

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