But in thy life thy law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy piety and zeal,
Thy deference to thy Father's will;
Thy love and meeknefs fo divine,
I would tranfcribe and make them mine. Cold mountains and the midnight air, Witnefs'd the fervour of thy prayer ; The defart thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too. 4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, fhall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
bpmn CLXVIII. Long Metre. [or]
Retirement and Meditation.
me not to be
God, permit
Aftranger to myself and thee:
Amidit ten thoufand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why fhould my paffions mix with earth,
And thus degrade my heavenly birth?
Why fhould I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense,
Thy fov'reign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys refign.
Be earth, with all her scenes withdrawn ;
Let noife and vanity be gone;
In fecret filence of the miud,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
Hymn CLXIX. Common Metre. [or v]
The Everlafting Covenant.
Y God, the cov'nant of thy love
Abides forever fure;
And in its boundless grace I feel
My happinets fecure.
What though my houfe be not with thee,
As nature could defire ?
To higher joys than nature gives,
My nobler views afpire.
Since thou, the everlafting God,
My Father art become;
Jefus, my Guardian and my Friend,
And heaven my final home;
4 I welcome all thy fov'reign will,
For all that will is love;
And when thy providence is dark,
I wait thy light above.
Thy cov❜nant in my dying hour
Shall dwell upon my tongue;
And when I wake, fhall ftill employ
My everlasting fong.
Gratitude the Spring of true Religion.
Y God, what filken cords are thine! How foft, and yet how ftrong! Whilft power, and truth, and love combiné To draw our fouls along.
2 When crush'd beneath the heavy yoke
Of Satan and of fin,
Thy hand our iron bondage broke,
Our grateful hearts to win.
3 The guilt of twice ten thousand fins
Thy mercy takes away;
Thy promife, when the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.
4 Comfort through all this vale of tears
In rich profufion flows;
The glory of unnumber'd years
Eternity beftows.
5 Drawn by fuch cords, we onward move,
Till round thy throne we meet;
And, captives in the chains of love,
Fall at our conq'ror's feet.
Hymn CLXXI. Long Metre. [or]
Imploring divine Influences.
Y God, whene'er my longing heart
Μ' Its grateful tribute would impart;
In vain my tongue with feeble aim
Attempts the glories of thy name.
2. In vain my boldeft thoughts arife;
I fink to earth, and lose the fkies;
Yet I may ftill thy grace implore,
And low in duft thy name adore.
3 O let thy grace my heart infire,
And raife each languid, weak defire;
Thy grace, which condefcends to meet
The finner proftrate at thy feet.
4 With humble fear let love unite,
And mix devotion with delight;
Then fhall thy name be all my joy,
Thy praise my conftant, bleft employ.
5 Thy name inspires the harps above,
With harmony and praife and love ;
That grace which tunes th' immortal strings,
Looks kindly down on mortal things.
60 let thy grace guide every fong,
And fill my heart, and tune my tongue;
Then fhall the strains harmonious flow,
And heavenly joy begin below.
Hymn CLXXII. Short Metre. [ or b]
God our Creator and Benefactor.
Y Maker and my King!
To thee my all I owe;
Thy fov'reign bounty is the fpring
From whence my bleffings flow.
2 Thou ever good and kind!
A thousand reafons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praife than I can give.
4 Lord, what can I impart
When all is thine before?
Thy love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas, how poor!
5 Shall I withhold thy due ?
And fhall my paffions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,
And fill it with thy love.
6 O let thy grace infpire
My foul with ftrength divine;
Let all my powers to thee afpire,
And all my days be thine.
Hymn CLXXIII. Common Metre. [*or
M The wonders of thy grace,
Y Saviour, when my thoughts recal
Low at thy feet afham'd I fail,
And hide my guilty face.
2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid?
Ah, vile ungrateful heart!
By earth's unworthy cares betray'd,
From Jefus to depart!
3 From Jefus, who alone can give
True pleasure, peace and rest:
When abfent from my Lord, I live
Unfatisfy'd, unbleft.
4 But he, for his own mercy's fake,
My wandering foul restores;
He bids the mourning heart partake
The pardon it implores.
5 O whilft I breathe to thee, my Lord,
The penitential figh,
Confirm the kind, the pard'ning word,
With pity in thine eye.
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