HYMN CLIX. Common Metre.

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An unconverted State; or, converting Grace.

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REAT King of glory, and of grace! We own, with humble fhame, How vile is our degenʼrate race,

And our firft father's name !

2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,
The poifon reigns within,
Makes us averfe to all that's good,
And willing flaves to fin,

3 [Daily we break thy holy laws,
And then reject thy grace;
Engag'd in the old ferpent's cause,
Against our Maker's face.]

4 We live eftrang'd afar from God,
And love the diftance well;

With hafte we run the dang'rous road,
That leads to death and hell.

5 And can fuch rebels be reftor'd?
Such natures made divine?
Let finners fee thy glory, Lord,
And feel this pow'r of thine,

6 We raise our Father's name on high,
Who his own Spirit fends
To bring rebellious ftrangers nigh,
And turn his foes to friends.

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HYMN CLX. Long Metre.
Cuftom in Sin.

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ET the wild leopards of the wood
Put off the spots that nature gives;
Then may the wicked turn to God,
And change their tempers, and their lives.
2 As well might Ethiopian flaves

Wash out the darkness of their fkin;
The dead as well may leave their graves,
As old tranfgreffors ceafe to fin,

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Where vice has held its empire long,
'Twill not endure the leaft control;
None but a pow'r divinely ftrong
Can turn the current of the foul.

Great God! I own thy pow'r divine,
That works to change this heart of mine;
I would be form'd anew, and bless

The wonders of creating grace.

HYMN CLXI.

Common Metre.

Chriftian Virtues; or, the Difficulty of Converfion.

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TRAIT is the way, the door is ftrait,
That leads to joys on high;

'Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crowds mistake and die.

2 Beloved felf muft be deny'd,

The mind and will renew'd,
Paffion fupprefs'd, and patience try'd,
And vain defire fubdu'd.

3 [Flesh is a dang'rous foe to grace,
Where it prevails and rules;
Flesh must be humbled, pride abas'd,
Left they destroy our fouls.]

4 The love of gold be banish'd hence,
(That vile idolatry)

And ev'ry member, ev'ry sense,
In fweet fubjection lie.

5 The tongue, that most unruly pow'r,
Requires a ftrong restraint:

We must be watchful ev'ry hour,
And pray, but never faint.

6 Lord! can a feeble, helpless worm
Fulfil a task fo hard?

Thy grace muft all my work perform,
And give the free reward.

HYMN CLXII. Common Metre. The Meditation of Heaven; or, the Joys of Faith.

Myth look within the veil ;

Y thoughts furmount these lower skies,

There springs of endless pleafure rise,
The waters never fail.

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2 There I behold, with fweet delight,
The bleffed Three in One ;
And ftrong affections fix my fight
On God's incarnate Son.

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His promise ftands forever firm,
His grace fhall ne'er depart :
He binds my name upon his arm,
And feals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings
How fhort our forrows are!.
When with eternal future things,
The prefent we compare.

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I would not be a ftranger ftill
To that celeftial place,

Where I forever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.

HYMN CLXIII. Common Metre.
Complaint of Defertion and Temptation.

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EAR Lord, behold our fore distress;
Our fins attempt to reign;

Stretch out thine arm of conqu❜ring grace,
And let thy foes be flain.

2 [The lion, with his dreadful roar,

Affrights thy feeble sheep: Reveal the glory of thy pow'r,

And chain him to the deep.

3 Muft we indulge a long defpair?
Shall our petitions die?

Our mournings never reach thine ear
Nor tears affect thine eye?

4 If thou despise a mortal's groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's blood;
An Advocate so near thy throne,
Pleads and prevails with God.

5 He brought the Spirit's pow'rful fword,
To flay our deadly foes:

Our fins fhall die beneath thy word,
And hell in vain oppose.

6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
In height, and depth, and length !
He made his Son our righteousness,
His Spirit is our strength.

HYMN CLXIV. Common Metre.
The End of the World.

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HY fhould this earth delight us fo?
Why fhould we fix our eyes

On these low grounds, where forrows grow,
And ev'ry pleasure dies?

2 While time his sharpeft teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.

3 Nature fhall be diffolv'd and die-
The fun muft end his race :
The earth and fea forever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

4 When will that glorious morning rife,
When the laft trumpet's found
Shall call the nations to the fkies
From underneath the ground?

HYMN CLXV. Common Metre.
Unfruitfulness, Ignorance, and unfanctified Affections.

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1 LONG have 1 fat beneath the found

Of thy falvation, Lord;

But ftill how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word.

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,

And hear, almoft in vain :

How fmall a portion of thy grace
My mem❜ry can retain !

3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And bleffings of thy throne !]

4 [How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!

How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!]

5 Great God! thy fov'reign pow'r impart,
To give thy word fuccefs;
Write thy falvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.

6 [Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;

There knowledge grows without decay,
And love fhall never die.]

HYMN CLXVI.

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Common Metre.

The Divine Perfections.

How thall I praife th' eternal God!

That Infinite Unknown?

Who can afcend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne ?

2 [The great Invifible! He dwells
Conceal'd in dazzling light;
But his all-fearching eye reveals
The fecrets of the night.

3 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep,
Survey the world around;

His wisdom is a boundlefs deep,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.]

4 [Speak we of ftrength? His arm is strong; To fave, or to destroy ;