Hymn CCVI. Common Metre. []
THOU, whose tender mercy hears
O Contrition's humble figh';
Whofe hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From forrow's weeping eye!
2 See! low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Haft thou not bid me feek thy face?
Haft thou not faid-Return?
3 And fhall my guilty fears prevail,
To drive me from thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only fafe retreat.
4 Abfent from thee, my guide, my light,
Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears and gloomy night,
How defolate my way!
5 O fhine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy fhine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine..
6 Thy prefence only can beftow
Delights which never cloy;
Be this my comfort here below,
And my eternal joy.
Hymn CCVII. Long Metre.
The Importance of Time.
TIME, how few thy value weigh;
How few will eftimate a day!
Days, months and years are rolling on,
The foul neglected and undone.
2 In painful cares or empty joys
Our life its precious hours deftroys;
Whilft death stands watching at our fide,
Eager to ftop the living tide.
3 Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place?
Was it for this, his thought deign'd
The frame of your immortal mind?
4 For nobler cares, for joys fublime,
He fashion'd all the fons of time;
Pilgrims on earth, but foon to be
The heirs of inmortality.
5 This feafon of your being know,
Is giv'n to you, your feeds to fow;
Wifdom and folly's differing grain
In future worlds is blifs and pain.
6 Then let me every day review,
Idle or bufy fearch it through;
And whilft probation's minutes last,
Let every day amend the past.
Hymn CCVIII. Common Metre. [or þ]
TIS a lovely thing to fee
A man of prudent heart!
Whofe thoughts and lips and life agree
To act a ufeful part.
2 When envy, ftrife and wars begin
Ia little angry fouls,
Mark how the fons of peace come in,
And quench the kindling coals.
3 Their minds are humble, mild and meek,
Nor does their anger rise;
Nor paflion moves their lips to fpeak,
Nor pride exalts their eyes.
4 Their lives are prudence mix'd with love; Good works employ their day;
They join the ferpent with the dove,
But caft the fting away.
5 Such was the Saviour of mankind;
Such pleasures he pursu'd :
His manners gentle and refin'd;
His foul divinely good.
Importunate Prayer. "Afk, and ye fball receive.”
UR Father, thron'd above the sky, To thee our empty hands we fpread; Thy children at thy footitool lie,
And afk thy bleffings on their head.
2 Let mercy all our fins dispel,
As clouds before the folar beam;
Our fouls from bondage and from hell
To liberty and life redeem.
3 With cheerful hope and filial fear,
in that auguft and precious name,
By thee ordain'd, we now draw near,
And would the promis'd bleffing claim.
4 Does not an earthly parent hear
The cravings of his famifh'd fon?
Will he reject the filial prayer,
Or mock him with a cake of stone?
Our heavenly Father, how much more
Will thy divine compaffions rife ;
And open thy unbounded store
To fatisfy thy children's cries?
Yes, we will afk and feek and prefs
For gracious audience to thy feat;
Still hoping, waiting for fuccefs,
If perfevering to entreat.
For Jefus in his faithful word
The patient fupplicant has bleft;
And all thy faints with one accord
The prevalence of prayer atteft.
þymn CCX. Short Metre.
Communion with God and Chrift.
UR heavenly Father calls,
O And Chrift invites us near;
With both our friendship fhall be fweet,
And our communion dear.
2 God pities all my griefs,
He pardons every day ;
Almighty to protect my foul,
And wife to guide my way.
3 How large his bounties are!
What various ftores of good,
Diffus'd from my Redeemer's hand,
And purchas'd with his blood!
4 Jefus, my living head,
I bleis thy faithful care,
My advocate before the throne,
And my fore-runner there.
5 Here fix my roving heart;
Here wait my warmeft love,
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.
Hymn CCXI. Hallelujah Metre. [*
Chrift feen of Angels.
YE immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble fong,
And make the Saviour known;
His wond'rous grace;
In heaven ye view.
2 Ye faw the heav'n-born Child
In human flesh array'd;
How innocent and mild,
When in the manger laid!
And praife to God,
For fuch a birth,
And peace on earth,
Proclaim'd aloud.
3 Ye in the wilderness
Beheld the tempter spoil'd,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foil'd;
Ye join'd to crown
When Satan fled
The victor's head,
Before his frown.
4 Ye kept a filent guard Around his fleeping head,.
Till the bright morn appear'd
Which wak'd him from the dead.
Then roll'd the ftone And all ador'd
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