His fpirit did their tongues infpire,
And warm'd their hearts with heav'nly fire.
2 The works and wonders which they wrought,
Confirm'd the meffages they brought;
The prophet's pen fucceeds his breath,
To fave the holy words from death.
3 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book;
There my Redeemer's face I fee,
And read his name who dy'd for me.
4 Let the falfe raptures of the mind
Be loft, and vanish in the wind;
Here I can fix my hope fecure;
This is thy word, and muft endure.
HYMN CLII.
Common Metre.
Sinai and Zion. Heb. xii, 18. &c.
OT to the terrors of the Lord, The tempeft, fire, and fmoke ; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai fpoke :
2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,
And fpread his love abroad.
3 Behold th' innumerable hoft
Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the fpirits of the juft,
Whofe faith is turn'd to fight!
4 Behold the bleft affembly there,
Whofe names are writ in heav'n!
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vileft fins forgiv'n.
5 The faints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of his grace partake,
In fuch fociety as this
My weary foul would reft:
The man that dwells where Jefus is,
Muft be forever bleft.
HYMN CLIII. Common Metre.
The Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin.
ICIN, like a venomous disease,
Infects our vital blood;
The only balm is fov'reign grace,
And the phyfician, God.
2 Our beauty and our frength are fled,
And we draw near to death;
But Chrift the Lord recals the dead
With his almighty breath.
3 Madness by nature reigns within,
The paffions burn and rage;
Till God's own Son with fkill divine
The inward fire affuage.
4 [We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And folid good defpife :
Such is the folly of the mind,
Till Jefus makes us wife.]
5 We give our fouls the wounds they feel,
We drink the pois'nous gall,
And rufh with fury down to hell;
But heav'n prevents the fall.
6 [The man poffefs'd among the tombs,
Cuts his own flesh, and cries:
He foams and raves, till Jefus comes,
And the foul fpirit flies.]
Long Metre.
Self-Righteousness infufficient.
WE HERE are the mourners, faith the Lord,
That wait and tremble at my word?
“That walk in darkness all the day?
“Come, make my word your trust and stay.
66 [No works nor duties of your own
"Can for the fmalleft fin atone:
"The robes that nature may provide,
"Will not your leaft pollution hide.
"The fofteft couch that nature knows
"Can give the confcience no repose:
"Look to my righteousness, and live;
"Comfort and peace are mine to give.]
"Ye fons of pride, that kindle coals "With your own hands, to warm your fouls, "Walk in the light of your own fire, "Enjoy the fparks that ye defire.
"This is your portion at my hands;
"Hell waits you with her iron bands;
"Ye fhall lie down in forrow there,
"In death, in darkness, and despair.”
HYMN CLV. Common Metre.
Chrift our Paffover.
1 O, the deftroying angel flies
To Pharaoh's ftubborn land!
The pride and flow'r of Egypt dies
By his vindictive hand.
2 He pafs'd the tents of Jacob o'er,
Nor pour'd the wrath divine;
He faw the blood on ev'ry door,
And blefs'd the peaceful fign.
3 Thus the appointed Lamb muft bleed,
To break th' Egyptian yoke:
Thus Ifrael is from bondage freed,
And 'fcapes the angel's ftroke.
4 Lord, if my heart were fprinkled too
With blood fo rich as thine,
Juftice no longer would pursue
This guilty foul of mine.
5 Jefus our Paffover was flain,
And has at once procur'd
Freedom from fatan's heavy chain,
And God's avenging fword.
HYMN CLVI. Common Metre. Prefumption and Despair; or, Satan's various Temptations. HATE the tempter and his charms; I hate his flatt'ring breath;
The ferpent takes a thousand forms,
To cheat our fouls to death.
2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,
Or kills with flavish fear;
And holds us ftill in wide extremes,
Prefumption, or defpair.
3 Now he perfuades, "how eafy 'tis
"To walk the road to heav'n ;"
Anon he fwells our fins, and cries
"They cannot be forgiv'n."
4 [He bids young finners" yet forbear
"To think of God, or death;
"For prayer and devotion are
"But melancholy breath."
He tells the aged, "they must die,
"And 'tis too late to pray;
"In vain for mercy now they cry,
"For they have loft their day."]
6 Thus he fupports his cruel throne
By mischief and deceit,
And drags the fons of Adam down
To darkness and the pit.
7 Almighty God, cut fhort his pow'r ;
Let him in darkness dwell;
And, that he vex the earth no more,
Confine him down to hell.
HYMN CLVII. Common Metre.
OW fatan comes with dreadful, roar,
And threatens to destroy;
He worries whom he can't devour
With a malicious joy,
2 Ye fons of God, oppose his rage,
Refift, and he'll be gone;
Thus did our dearest Lord engage,
And vanquish him alone.
3 Now he appears almost divine,
Like innocence and love;
But the old ferpent lurks within,
When he affumes the dove.
4 Fly from the falfe deceiver's tongue,
Ye fons of Adam, fly;
Our parents found the fnare too strong,
Nor fhould the children try.
HYMN CLVIII. Long Metre. Few faved; or, the almoft Chriftian, the Hypocrite, and Apoftate.
BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom fhews a narrow path,
With here and there a traveller.
Deny thyfelf, and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command !
Nature muft count her gold but drofs,
If the would gain this heav'nly land.
3 The fearful foul, that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteem'd almost a faint,
And makes his own deftruction fure.
4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ;"
Create my heart entirely new ;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which falfe apoftates never knew.
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