HYMN CCLXIX.
LORD, thou haft feen my Soul fincere,
Haft made thy Truth and Love appear;
Before mine. Eyes I fet thy Laws,
And thou haft own'd my righteous Cause.
2 Since I have learn'd thy holy Ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy Face;
Or it my Feet did e'er depart,
'Twas never with a wicked Heart.
3 What fore Temptations broke my Reft!
What Wars and Strugglings in my Breast!
But thro' thy Grace that reigns within
I guard against my darling Sin.
4 That Sin that close besets me still,
That works and strives against my Will;
When fhall thy Spirit's fov'reign Pow'r
Destroy it that it rise no more?
HYMN CCLXX.
I TO thine almighty Arm we owe
the Triumphs of the Day;
Thy Terrors, Lord, confound the Foe,
and melt their Strength away.
2 'Tis by thine Aid our Troops prevail,
and break united Pow'rs,
Or burn their boasted Fleets, or scale the proudest of their Tow'rs.
3 How have we chas'd them through the Field
and trod them to the Ground,
While thy Salvation was our Shield,
but they no Shelter found!
4 In vain to Idol Saints they cry,
and perish in their Blood;
Where is a Rock so great, fo high,
fo pow'rful as our God?
5 The Rock of Ifr'el ever lives,
his Name be ever bleft;
'Tis his own Arm the Vict'ry gives,
and gives his People Reft,
I NOW may the God of Pow'r and Grace
Attend his People's humble Cry!
Jehovah hears when Ifr'el prays,
And brings Deliv'rance from on high.
2 The Name of Jacob's God defends
Better than Shields or brazen Walls;
He from his Sanctuary fends
Succour and Strength when Zion calls.
3 Well he remembers all our Sighs,
His Love exceeds our beft Deferts;
His Love accepts the Sacrifice
Of humble Groans and broken Hearts.
4 In his Salvation is our Hope,
And in the Name of Ifr'el's God,
Our Troops fhall lift their Banners up,
Our Navies spread their Flags abroad.
5 Some truft in Horfes train'd for War, And fome of Chariots make their Boasts; Our furest Expectations are
From thee the Lord of heav'nly Hofts.
I GIVE to the Lord, ye Sons of Fame,
Give to the Lord Renown and Pow'r;
Afcribe due Honours to his Name,
And his eternal Might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his Pow'r aloud
Over the Ocean and the Land;
His Voice divides the wat❜ry Cloud,
And Light'nings blaze at his Command.
3 He fpeaks, and Tempest, Hail and Wind,
Lay the wide Foreft bare around;
The fearful Hart, and frighted Hind,
Leap at the Terror of the Sound.
4 To Lebanon he turns his Voice,
And lo, the ftately Cedars break;
The Mountains tremble at the Noife,
The Valleys roar, the Deserts quake.
5 The Lord fits Sov'reign on the Flood,
The Thund'rer reigns for ever King;
But makes his Church his bleft Abode,
Where we his awful Glories fing.
6 In gentler Language there the Lord
The Counsel of his Grace imparts:
Amidft the raging Storm his Word
Speaks Peace and Courage to our Hearts.
BASE man, forgetful of his maker's grace No lefs than angels, whom he did enfue, Fell from the hope of promis'd heavenly place Into the mouth of death, to finners due, And all his offspring into thraldom threw, Where they forever should in bonds remain Of never-dead yet ever-dying pain.
2 Till that great lord of love, which him at first
Made of meer love, and after liked well,
Seeing him lie like creature long accurft
In that deep horror of defpaired hell,
Him, wretch, in dool would let no longer
dwell, But caft out of that bondage to redeem, And pay the price, all were his debt extreem. 3 Out of the bofom of eternal blifs,
In which he reigned with his glorious fire,
He down defcended, like a moft demifs
Abject thrall, in flesh's frail attire,
That he for him might pay fin's deadly hire,
And him reftore unto that happy state
In which he stood before his hapless fate.
4 In flesh at first the guilt committed was,
Therefore in flesh it must be fatisfide;
Nor spirit,norangel, though they man furpass,
Could make amendsto godfor man'smifguide,
But only man himself, whose self did slide:
So taking flesh of facred virgin's womb,
For man's dear fake he did a man become.
5 And that most bleffed body, which was born
Without all blemish or reproachful blame,
He freely gave to be both rent and torn
Of cruel hands, who with defpightful shame
Reviling him, that them most vile became,
At length him nayled on a gallow-tree,
And flew the just by most unjust decree.
6 O huge and moft unspeakable impreffion
Of love's deep wound, that pierft the piteous
heart
Of that dear lord with fo entire affection,
And sharply launcing every inner part,
Dolours of death into his foul did dart,
Doing him die that never it deserved,
To free his foes, that from his heaft had
fwerved!
7 Whatheart canfeel leafttouch of fofore launch,
Or thought can think the depth of fo dear
wound? Whofe bleeding fource their streams yet never ftaunch,
But ftill do flow, and freely ftill redownd, To heal the fores of finful fouls unfound,
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