III.

'Tis faith that changes all the heart;
'Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all finful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
IV.

'Tis faith that conquers death and hell,
By a celeftial pow'r;
This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decifive hour.

HYMN CIV. Long Metre,

The Hypocrite and Apoftate.

I.

BROAD is the road that leads to death,

And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrower path, With here and there a traveller.

II.

"Deny thyself, and take thy crofs,
Is the Redeemer's great command:
Nature must count her gold but drofs,
If fhe would gain the heav'nly land.

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III.

The fearful foul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of GOD no more, Is but efteem'd almost a faint,

And makes his own deftruction fure. IV.

LORD, let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which falfe apoftates never knew.

HYMN CV. Common Metre.

The Advantages of early Religion.

I.

APPY the man whofe early years
Receive instruction well:

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Who hates the finners path, and fears The road that leads to hell.

II.

When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleafing in his eyes;

A flow'r, when offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain facrifice.

III.

'Tis easier work if we begin To fear the LORD betimes;

While finners that grow old in fin
Are harden'd in their crimes.

IV.

"Twill fave us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue ftrong.

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HYMN CVI. Long Metre.

The Pleafures of a good Confcience..

I.

ORD, how fecure and blefs'd are they Who feel the joys of pardon'd fin! Should ftorms of wrath shake earth and fea, Their minds have heav'n and peace within.

II.

The day glides fweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And foft and filent as the fhades
Their nightly minutes gently move.
III.

Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half fo fast away;

Their fouls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as fummer evenings be.

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How

IV.

How oft they look to th' heav'nly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow,
And longing hopes and chearful fmiles
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.

V.

They scorn to seek our golden toys,
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numb'ring o'er the richer joys
That heav'n prepares for their delight.

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Afflictions.

I.

HILE fome in folly's pleasures roll, And feek the joys which hurt the foul; Be mine, that filent calm repast,

A peaceful confcience to the laft:

II.

That tree, which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;

That friend, who never fails the just,
When other friends defert their truft.

III.

With this companion in the fhade,
My foul no more shall be dismay'd;

I will defy the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
IV.

Tho' heav'n afflict I'll not repine;
The nobleft comforts ftill are mine;
Comforts which fhall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me thro' the vale,
V.

Amidst the various fcene of ills,
Each stroke fome kind defign fulfils ;-
And fhall I murmur at my God,
When fov'reign love directs the rod ?
VI.

His hand will smooth my rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.

HYMN CVIII. Common Metre.

Inconftancy in Religion.

I.

ERPETUAL fource of light and grace,
We hail thy facred name:

Thro' ev'ry year's revolving round
Thy goodness is the fame.