HYMN CLXIV. FATHER of all above and all below! fine, No bounds thy knowledge,nonethypow'r conForpow'randknowledge intheirfourcearethine: Around thee glory fpreads her golden wing. Sing, glitt'ring angels, Hallelujah fing. Son of the Father! first begotten Son, Ere the fhort meas'ring line of time begun! The world has feen thy works, and joy'd to see His bright effulgence manifeft in thee. The world muft own thee Love's unfathom'd Sing,glitt'ring angels, Hallelujah fing. (fpring, Proceeding ipirit! equally divine, In whom theGodhead's full perfections fhine; With various graces, comforts unexpreft, With holy transpor s you refine the breast, And earth is heav'nlywhereyour giftsyoubring. Sing, glitt'ring angels, Hallelujah fing. HYMN CLXV. I GIVE to our God immortal Praife! Mercy and Truth are all his Ways; Wonders of Grace to God be Ways; Repeat his Mercies in your Song. 2 Give to the Lord of Lords Renown, The King of Kings with Glory crown; His Mercies ever fhall endure, When Lords and Kings are known no more. 3 He built the Earth, he spread the Sky, When Suns and Moons fhall thine no more. 5 He fent his Son with Pow'r to fave From Guilt, and Darkness, and the Grave: Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his Mercies in your Song. 6 Thro' this vain World he guides our Feet, And leads us to his heav'nly Seat; His Mercies ever fhall endure, When this vain World fhall be no more. I NOW begin the heav'nly Theme, Ye, who Jefu's Kindness prove, 2 Ye, who see the Father's Grace, 3 Mourning Souls, dry up your Tears; See See your Guilt and Curfe remove, HYMN CLXVII. I CHRISTIANS, in your fev'ral Stations, Dutiful to all Relations, Give to each his proper Due; Let not their unkind Behaviour 2 Parents, be to Children tender; Never flight, nor disrespect them; 3 Wives, to Husbands yield Subjection; Cherifh, as Yourselves, your Wives. Mafters, rule with Moderation, Sway'd by Juftice, not by Paffion; To the Scriptures fquare your Lives. 4 Servants, ferve your Masters truly; Not unfaithful, nor unruly, To the Good-nor to the Bad; Not refufing what your're bidden; Nor replying when your're chidden; 'Tis the Ordinance of God. 5 This fhall folve th' important Question, Better far than Lip-Expreffion, HYMN CLXVIII. 1 THERE is a Land of living Joy beyond the utmoft Skies, Where Scenes of Blifs, without Alloy, in boundless Prospects rise. 2 High feated on a blazing Throne 3 The flaughter'd Lamb at his right Hand affumes his royal Seat; Adoring Angels round him ftand, 4 Each Breast with strong Devotion glows, 5 In Strains celeftial, ev'ry Tongue 7 A confiant Bloom in ev'ry Face And Sin and Hell far from the Place |