6 Then fhall the mourner, at thy feet, And grateful own how kind, how sweet, Mrs. STEELE. Hymn CLXXIV. Short Metre. [V] Confeffion and Pardon. Y forrows, like a flood M Impatient of restraint, Into thy bofom, O my God, Yet, O the patience of my God, 3 Now by a powerful glance, My Saviour, from thy face, 4 I fee the Prince of Life Difplay his wounded veins I fee the fountain open'd wide, WATTS, abbreviated and altered Y foul, awake, ftretch every nerve, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 A cloud of witneffes around, 3 'Tis God's all animating voice, 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, 5 My foul, with facred ardour fir'd, And meet, with joy, the high command, To bid this earth adieu. DODDRIDGE Hymn CLXXVI. Short Metre. D Prayer in Sickness. M with humble hope, I prefs; Y Sov'reign, to thy throne, O bow thine ear, to hear the groan 2 Th' eternal Priest appears 3 My life, bow'd down with pain, 4 Without one murm'ring word, But with fubmiffion afk, O Lord, 5 Diftrefs'd and pain'd as now, Say to thy fervant's foul, "Rejoice!" SCOTT. bpmn CLXXVII. Common Metre. [*] M Marriage. YSTERIOUS rite! By Heaven ordain'd The blifs which mortals here enjoy, Muft flow from virtuous love. 2 Though made by God's almighty hand, Yet Adam knew no happinefs, 3 Eden, with all its beauteous groves, And fruits of richest taste, 4 To one for focial blits defign'd But when his lovely bride appear'd The latent fpark burit into flame, And love infpir'd his breast. 5 What wife provifion haft thou made, 6 Then will we join our hearts and hands In bonds of virtuous love; And whilft we live in peace below, pmn CLXXVIII. Common Metre. [ N Submiffion to Providence.. AKED as from the earth we came, We to the earth return again, 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, Are but fhort favours borrow'd now, 3 'Tis God who lifts our comforts high, He gives, and, bleffed be his name, 4 Peace, all our angry paflions, then! Be filent at his fov'reign will, If fmiling mercy crown our lives, And we'll adore the juftice too WATTS. Hymn CLXXIX. Common Metre. [b] Vain Prosperity, or Forgetfulness of God. NW O, I fhall envy them no more, Though they increase their golden store, 2 They taste of all the joys that grow In vain they fearch the creature through 4 Yes, you must bow your ftately head, ; And no kind angel near your bed, To bear it to the skies. 5 Go now, and boaft of all your stores, Your heaps of glitt'ring duft are yours, WATT |