5 When the laft fire burn all things here,
Those letters fhall fecurely ftand,
And in the Lamb's fair book appear,
Writ by th' eternal Father's hand.
6 Now fhall my minutes fmoothly run,
Whilft here I wait my Father's will;
My rifing and my setting fun
Roll gently up and down the hill.

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HYMN LI. Long Metre.

God the Son equal with the Father.

BRIGHT King of Glory, dreadful God!

Our fpirits bow before thy feat:

To thee we lift a humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet.

[Thy pow'r hath form'd, thy wisdom fways, All nature with a fov'reign word;

And the bright world of stars obeys
The will of their fuperior Lord.]

3 [Mercy and ruth unite in one,
And, fmiling, t at thy right hand:
Eternal juftice guards thy throne,
And vengeance waits thy dread command.]

4 A thousand feraphs, rong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, among the fons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?

Yet there is one of uman frame,
Jefus, array'd in h and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

6 [Their glory Rines with equal beams;

Their effence is for ever one;

Though they are known by diff'rent names,

The FATHER GOD, and GOD THE SON.

7 Then let the nam of Chrift, our King,
With equal honour be ador'd;
His praise let ev'ry angel fing-
And all the nations ow the Lord.]

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HYMN LII. Common Metre.
Death dreadful, or delightful.

DE To thofe that have no God,

EATH! 'tis a melancholy day

When the poor foul is forc'd away
To feek her laft abode.

2 In vain to heav'n fhe lifts her eyes;
But guilt, a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell-
Let ftubborn finners fear;

You must be drivʼn from earth, and dwell
A long FOREVER there!

See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;
And thou, my foul, look downward too,
And fing recov❜ring grace.

5 He is a God of fov'reign love,

Who promis'd heav'n to me,

And taught my thoughts to foar above,
Where happy spirits be.

6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day;

Come, death, and fome celeftial band,
To bear my foul away.

HYMN LIII. Common Metre.

The Pilgrimage of the Saints; or,Earth and Heaven.
LORD! what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply;

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No cheering fruits, no wholefome trees,
Nor ftreams of living Joy!

But prickling thorns through all the ground,

And mortal poifons grow;

nd all the rivers that are found
With dang❜rous waters flow.

et the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land;

ord! we would keep that heav'nly road,

And run at thy command.

ur fouls shall tread the desert through
With undiverted feet;

nd faith, and flaming zeal, fubdue
The terrors that we meet.

5 [A thousand favage beafts of prey
Around the foreft roam;

But Judah's Lion guards the way,
And guides the ftrangers home.]

6 Long nights and darkness dwell below,
With scarce a twinkling ray;

But the bright world to which we go
Is everlasting day.]

7 By glimm❜ring hopes, and gloomy fears,
We trace the facred road;

Through difmal deeps, and dang'rous fnares,
We make our way to God..

8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward ftill;
Forget thefe troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill,

9 [See the kind angels, at the gates,
Inviting us to come!

There Jefus, the Forerunner, waits
To welcome trav'lers home.]

to There, on a green and flow'ry mount,
Our weary fouls fhall fit,

And, with transporting joys, recount
The labours of our feet.

11 [No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear;

Infinite grace fhall be our fong,
And God rejoice to hear.]

12 Eternal glory to the King,

Who brought us fafely through;
Our tongues fhall never ceafe to fing,
And endless praise renew.

HYMN LIV. Common Metre. God's Prefence is Light in Darkness.

M'The life of my delights,

Y GOD, the fpring of all my joys,

The glory of my brighteft days,
And comfort of my nights!

2 In darkeft fhades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun!

He is my foul's fweet Morning Star,
And he my rifing Sun.

3 The op'ning heav'ns around me fhine
With beams of facred blifs,
While Jefus fhews his heart is mine,
And whispers-I am his.

4 My foul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the fhining way
T' embrace my deareft Lord;

5 Fearless of hell and ghaftly death,
I'd break through ev'ry foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conq'ror through.
HYMN LV. Common Metre.
Frail Life, and fucceeding Eternity.
HEE we adore, eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee,

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How feeble is our mortal frame;
What dying worms are we !

2 [Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill,
As months and days increase ;
And ev'ry beating pulfe we tell
Leaves but the number lefs.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that firft it gave ;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'ling to the grave.]

4 Dangers ftand thick through all the ground, To pufh us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

5 Good God! on what a flender thread
Hang everlafting things!
Th' eternal ftates of all the dead
Upon life's feeble ftrings!

6 Infinite joy, or endless wo,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dang❜rous road;
And, if our fouls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God.

HYMN LVI. Common Metre. The Mifery of being without God in this World; or,

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vain Profperity.

O! I fhall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great,

Though they increafe their golden store,

And rife to wond'rous height.

2 They tafte of all the joys that grow

Upon this earthly clod;

Well-they may fearch the creature through, For they have ne'er a God.

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own ;