And with these Eyes
My Saviour fee.

2 My peaceful Grave shall keep
My Bones till that fweet Day
I wake from my long sleep,
And leave my Bed of Clay.

Sweet Truth, &c.

3 My Lord, his Angels shall
Their golden Trumpets found;

At whofe moft welcome Call
My Grave shall be unbound.

Sweet Truth, &c.

4 I faid fometimes with Tears,
Ah me! I'm loath to die;
Lord, filence thou thofe Fears,
My Life's with thee on high.

Sweet Truth, &c,

5 What means my trembling Heart,
To be thus fhy of Death?
My Life and I fha'n't part,
Tho' I refign my Breath.

Sweet Truth, &c.

6 Then welcome, harmless Grave;
By thee to Heav'n I'll go;

My Lord, his Death fhall fave
Me from the Flames below.

Sweet Truth, &c.

HYMN

HYMN LXXXV.

THE

HE fpacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal Sky,
And fpangled Heav'ns, a fhining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim :

Th' unwearied Sun from Day to Day,
Does his Creator's Power difplay,
And publithes to ev'ry Land,
The Work of an almighty Hand,

2 Soon as the evening Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wond'rous Tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning Earth
Repeats the Story of her Birth:

While all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets in their Turn,
Confirm the Tidings as they roll,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole,
3 What though, in folemn Silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball?
What though nor real Voice nor Sound
Amid their radiant Orbs be found?
In Reason's Ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious Voice,
For ever finging, as they shine,
"The Hand that made us is divine."

HYMN

HYMN LXXXVI. THERE is a God, all Nature speaks, Through Earth, and Air, and Seas, and See from the Clouds his Glory breaks [Skies, When the first Beams of Morning rife. 2 The rifing Sun, ferenely bright, O'er the wide World's extended Frame Inscribes in Characters of Light, His mighty Maker's glorious Name. 3 Diffufing Life, his Influence fpreads, And Health and Plenty imile around, And fruitful Fields and verdant Meads, Are with a thoufand Bleffings crown'd. 4 Almighty Goodnefs, Power divine, The Fields and verdant Meads difplay; And blefs the Hand which made them thine, With various Charms profufely gay. 5 For Man and Beaft, here daily Food In wide diffufive Plenty grows;

And there, for Drink, the cryftal Flood, In Streams fweet winding, gently flows. 6 By cooling Streams and foft'ning Showers, The vegetable Race are fed,

And Trees, and Plants,andHerbs,&Flowers, Their Maker's Bounty fmiling spread.

7 The flow'ry Tribes, all blooming, rise Above the weak Attempts of Art:

Their bright, inimitable Dyes,
Speak fweet Conviction to the Heart.

8 Ye curious Minds, who roam abroad,
And trace Creation's Wonders o'er,
Confefs the Footsteps of the God,
And bow before him and adore.

HYMN

LXXXVII.

I THOU didft, O mighty God, exift e'er Time began its Race,

Before the ample Elements fill'd up the Voids of Space.

2 Before the pond'rous earthly Globe in fluid Air was stay'd

Before the Ocean's mighty Springs their liquid Stores display'd.

3 E'er Men ador'd, or Angels knew, or prais'd thy wond'rous Name: Thy Blifs, Q facred Spring of Life! and Glory were the fame.

And when the Pillars of the World, with fudden Ruin break,

And all this vaft and goodly Frame,

finks in the mighty Wreck:

When from her Orb the Moon shall start, -

th' aftonifh'd Sun roll back,

While all the trembling ftarry Lamps

their ancient Courfe forfake:

6 Forever permanent and fix'd, from Agitation free, Unchang'd in everlasting Years, fhall thy Existence be.

JE

HYMN

LXXXVIII.

EHOVAH reigns, his Throne is high,
His Robes are Light and Majesty:
His Glory thines with Beams fo bright,
No Mortal can sustain the Sight.

2 His Terrors keep the World in Awe,
His Juftice guards his holy Law;
His Love reveals his fmiling Face,
His Truth and Promise seal the Grace.
3 Through all his Works his Wisdom fhines,
And baffles Satan's deep Defigns;
His Power is fovereign to fulfil,
The nobleft Counsels of his Will.
4 And will Jehovah condefcend
To be my Father and my Friend?
Then let my Songs with Angels join;
Heav'n is fecure, if God be mine.

HY MAN

LXXXIX.

YEflaming pow'rs, and winged warriors bright That erft with mufic,and triumphant fong, First heard by happy watchful fhepherd's ear, So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the lift'ning night; Now