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Be earth, with all her scenes withdrawn ; Let noife and vanity be gone;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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