3

Ah, wretched effort! fad relief!
To plead neceffity of grief!

Is there no kind, no lenient art,
To heal the anguifh of the heart?
To ease the heavy load of care
Which nature muft, but dreads to bear?
4 Can reafon's dictates be obey'd?
Too weak, alas! her ftrongeft aid;
O let religion then be nigh,

Her confolations never die. 5 Her powerful aid fupports the foul, And nature owns her kind control; Whilft fhe unfolds the facred page, Our fierceft griefs refign their rage. Then gentle patience fmiles on pain, And dying hope revives again; Hope wipes the tear from forrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky. 7 The promise guides her ardent flight, And joys, unknown to fenfe, invite, Thofe blifsful regions to explore, Where pleafure blooms, to fade no more. Mrs. STEELE

Hymn CCXXIX. Long Metre. [or]

S

Holiness.

O let our lips and lives exprefs
The holy gofpel we profefs;

So let our works and virtues fhine,
Το prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus fhall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour God;

When the falvation reigns within,

And grace fubdues the power of fin. 3 Our flesh and fenfe must be deny'd, Paffion and envy, luft and pride; Whilft juftice, temp'rance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our fpirits up,

Whilst we expect that bleffed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith ftands leaning on his word.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXXX. Common Metre. [*]

The Hope of Heaven.

OON fhall this earthly frame diffolv'd
In death and ruin lie;

But better manfions wait the just,

Prepar'd above the sky.

2 An houfe eternal built by God, Shall lodge the holy mind,

3

4

When once the prifon-walls are broke
In which 'tis now confin'd.

Such are the hopes that cheer the juft,
These hopes their God hath given ;

His Spirit is the earnest now,

And feals their fouls for heaven.

What faith rejoices to believe,
We long and pant to fee;

We would be absent from the flesh,
And prefent, Lord, with thee.

Scotch Paraphi at

Hymn CCXXXI. Common Metre. [or]

Human Mifery, and divine Confolation.
HE days how few, how fhort the year
Of man's fo rapid race!

Each leaving, as it fwiftly flies,
A fhorter in its place.

2 They who the longest leafe enjoy,
Have told us, with a sigh,

3

That to be born, feems little more
Than to begin to die.

Our hearts are faften'd to this world
By ftrong and numerous ties;
forrow cuts a ftring,

But every

And urges us to rife.

4 When Heaven would kindly fet us free,
And earth's enchantment end;

It takes the most effectual way,
And robs us of a friend.

5 If we prefume to counteract
A fympathetic God,

Have we not caufe to fear the stroke
Of his avenging rod?

6 If we refign, our patience makes

His rod a gentle wand;

If not, it darts a ferpent's fting,
Like that in Mofes' hand.

YOUNG

Hymn CCXXXII. Long Metre. [*]

Divine Providence towards Man and Beaft.
HE earth and all the heavenly frame.
Their great Creator's love proclaimį

He gives the fun his genial power,
And fends the foft refreshing thower,
2 The ground with plenty blooms again,
And yields her various fruits to men;
To men, who from thy bounteous hand
Receive the gifts of every land.
3 Nor to the human race alone
Is thy paternal goodnefs fhown;
The tribes of earth, of fea and air,
Enjoy thy univerfal care.

4 Not e'en a fparrow yields its breath
Till God permits the ftroke of death;
He hears the ravens when they call,
The father and the friend of all.

5 Thy care, great God, fuftains them all
When urg'd by hunger's powerful call,
Expectant of the known fupply,
To thee they lift the asking eye.
6 To thee, in ceaseless ftrains my tongue
Shall raife the morn and evening fong;
And long as breath infpires my frame,
The wonders of thy love proclaim.

Liverpool Collection.

Dymn CCXXXIII. Leng Metre. [ orb ]

THE

Sinai and Sion,

HE God who once to Ifrael fpoke
From Sinai's top in fire and fmoke
In gentler ftrains of gofpel grace
Invites us now to feek his face.
2 He wears no terrors on his brow,
He fpeaks in love from Sion now;

It is the voice of Jesus' blood

That calls us wand'rers back to God.
3 God's fervant, Mofes, quak'd and fear'd,
When Sinai's thundering law he heard;
But golpel grace with accents mild
Speaks to the finner as a child.

4 Hark! how from Calvary it founds,
From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds;
"Pardon and grace I freely give,
Then, finner, look to me and live."
5 What other arguments can move
The heart that flights a Saviour's leve;
O may that heavenly power be felt,
And caufe the ftony heart to melt.
6 Elfe how fhall we thy prefence bear,
When as our Judge thou shalt appear;
When flighted love to wrath fhall turn,
And the whole earth like Sinai burn.

NEWTON.

Hymn CCXXXIV. Common Metre. [

TH

Room at the Goffel Feat.

HE King of heaven his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;

Not paradife, with all its joys,

Could fuch delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are given;

And the rich blood that Jefus fhed,
To raife the foul to heaven.

Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd
In fins dark mazes, come;