3

The names of all the faints he bears,
Engraven on his heart;

Nor fhall the meaneft faint complain
That he hath loft his part.

Thofe characters fhall firm remain

Our everlasting truft,

When gems and monuments and crowns

Are moulder'd into duft.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CLXXXVI. Common Metre. [*].

God's Love to his Church.

N And burft into a fong:

OW fhall my inward joys arise

Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleafures tune my tongue. 2 God, on his thirsty Sion hill,

Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And folemn oaths have bound his love
To fhower falvation down.

3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Sufpicions and complaints?
Is he a God? and fhall his

Grow weary

grace

of his faints?

4 Can a kind mother e'er forget

The object of her care?

Among a thousand tender thoughts,

Her fuckling have no fhare?

5 "Yet (faith the Lord) fhould nature change,

And mothers monfters prove,

Sion ftill dwells upon the heart
Of everlasting love.

6 "Deep on the palms of both my hands
I have engrav'd her name;

My hands fhail raife her ruin'd walls,
And build her broken frame."

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXXVII. Long Metre. [

The Glory and Grace of Cbrift.

NOW

row to the Lord a noble fong! Awake, my foul; awake, my tongue

Hofanna to th' eternal Name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it fhines in Jefus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the perfon of his Son,
Has all his nobleft works outdone.
3 The fpacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wife, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,
Sparkle in every rolling ftar.

4 But in thy Son a glory fhines,
Drawn out in far fuperior lines;
The luftre of redeeming grace
Outshines the beams of nature's face.
5 Grace! 'Tis a pure celeftial theme,
Our thoughts rejoice at Jefus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the found;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.
6 O may we reach that glorious place,
Where we fhall fee him face to face;
Where all his faints from death restor'd,
Shall be forever with the Lord.

WATTS, varied

Hymn CLXXXVIII. Long Metre. [*]

Glory to Chrift

NOW

our Pricft and King.

OW to the Lord who makes us know The wonders of his dying love; Be humble honours paid below,

And ftrains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he who cleans'd us from our fins,
And wafh'd us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priefts and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God,

3

To Jefus, our atoning Priest, To jefus, our eternal King, Be univerfal power confefs'd, And every tongue his glory fing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes! And every eye fhall fee him move! Though with our fins we pierc'd him once, Then he difplays his pard'ning love, 5 The unbelieving world fhall wail, Whilst we rejoice to fee the day; Come, Lord, nor let thy promife fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay.

WATTS.

Hymn CLXXXIX. Long Metre. [*]

Now

Salvation by Grace.

OW to the power of God fupreme
Be everlafting honours given;

He faves from fin, we bless his name,
And calls our wand'ring feet to heaven,
2 Not for our duties or deferts,
But of his own abundant grace,

He works falvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praife. 3 'Twas his own purpofe that begun To refcue finners doom'd to die; He gave us grace in Chrift his Son, Before he fpread the ftarry fky. 4 Jefus, the Lord, appears at laft,

And makes his Father's counfels known; Declares the great tranfactions paft, And brings immortal bleffings down. 5 He dies, and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell deftroy; Rifing, he brought our heaven to light, And took poffeflion of the joy.

Hymn CXC.

Ν NOW

Common Metre.

Divine Goodness in Afflictions.

WATTS.

OW to thy heav'nly Father's praise, My heart thy tribute bring; That goodnefs which prolongs my days, With grateful pleasure fing.

2 Whene'er he fends afflicting pains,
His mercy holds the rod;

His powerful word the heart fuftains,
And speaks a faithful God.

3 A faithful God is ever nigh,

When humble grief implores; His ear attends each plaintive figh, He pities and reftores.

4 My grateful foul would humbly bring Her tribute to thy throne;

Accept the wifh, my God, my King,
To make thy goodness known.
5 Obe the life thy hand reftores,
Devoted to thy praise !

To thee I confecrate my powers,
To thee, my future days.
6 Thy foul-enliv'ning grace impart,
A warmer love infpire;

And be the breathings of my heart
Dependence and defire.

Dymn CXCI.

NOW

Mrs. STEELE.

Common Metre. [* or b]

Winter.

OW winter throws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round :

How bleak, how comfortlefs the plains,
With verdure lately crown'd!

2 The fun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;
And drooping, lifelefs nature feems
An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
in night's dark mantle clad,

4

Confin'd in cold inactive chains,
How defolate and fad !

Ere long the fun with genial ray

Shall cheer the mourning earth;
And blooming flowers, and verdure gay,
Renew their annual birth.

5 So, if my foul's bright Sun impart
His all-enliv'ning smile,