5 Let ath'ifts fcoff, and Jews blafpheme
Th' eternal life and Jefus' name;
Yet our immortal hopes are laid
In thee, our furety and our head.
6 Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne
Are full of glories, yet unknown;
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To fee thy face, to fing thy love.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXXXI. Com. Metre. [or]

Mercy before Sacrifice.

HEREWITH fhall guilty man appear

W Before Jehovah's throne;

Or how procure thy kind regard,
And for his fins atone?

2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And fpicy fumes afcend?
Will thefe our earnest wish fucceed,
And make our God our friend?

3 Should thoufand rams in flames expire,
Would these thy favours buy?
Or oil that fhould for holy fire
Ten thousand streams fupply?

4 With trembling hands and bleeding heart
Should we our offspring flay;
Would this atone for ill-defert,
And take our guilt away?

5 "No, faith the Lord, 'tis fruitless all,
Such coftly rites are vain;

No victims from the field or stall
My favour can obtain.

6 "But truth to men and justice show,
And proofs of mercy give;

Then humbly walk with God below,
And you with God shall live.

7 "Hands that are clean, and hearts fincere,

I never will defpife;

And cheerful duty will prefer

To coftly facrifice."

Liverpool Collection.

bpmn CCLXXXII. Common Metre. [*]

The Nativity of Christ.

WHILST thepherds watch'd their flocks

by night,

Near Bethle'm's happy ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory fhone around.

2 "Fear not," faid he, (for mighty dread
Had feiz'd their troubled mind)
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.

3 "To you, in Davi's town, this day
Is born, of David's line,

The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord,
And this fhall be the fign:

4 "The heav'nly Babe you there fhall find
To human view difplay'd;

But meanly wrapt in fwathing-bands,
And in a manger laid."

5 Thus fpake the feraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a fhining throng

Of angels, praifing God, and thus
Addrefs'd their joyful fong:

6 "All glory be to God on high !
And to the carth be peace T

Good will henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never ceafe !"

PATRICK, or TATE.

Hymn CCLXXXIII. Long Metre. [*orb]

Peace of Confcience.

HILST fome in folly's pleasure roll,
And feek the joys which hurt the

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Be mine that filent calm repaft,

A peaceful confcience to the laft:

2 That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;

That Friend who never fails the just,
When other friends defert their trust.
3 With this companion in the fhade,
My foul no more fhall be difmay'd;
I will defy the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.

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4 Though God afflicts, I'll not repine
The nobleft comforts ftill are mine;
Comforts which fhall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me through the vale.
Amidft the various scenes of ills,
Each ftroke fome kind defign fulfils;
And fhall I murmur at my God,

5

When fov'reign love directs the rod ?
6 His hand will fmooth my rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder fkies and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.

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Hymn CCLXXXIV. Common Metre. [*]

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Devotion.

HILST thee I feek, protecting Power !
Be my vain wishes ftill'd;

And may this confecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

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Thy love the power of thought beftow'd,
To thee my thoughts would foar
o'er my life has flow'd;

Thy mercy

That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see !

4

Each bleffing to my foul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart fhall find delight in praise,
Or feek relief in prayer.

3 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts fhall fill:
Refign'd, when ftorms of forrow lower,
My foul fhall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye without a tear,

The gathering ftorm fhall fee;
My ftedfaft heart fhall know no fear ;
That heart will reft on thee !

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Mifs H. M. WILLIAMS.

Hymn CCLXXXV. Long Metre. [or

REANIMATION.

A HYMN for the HUMANE SOCIETY. HO, from the fhades of gloomy night When the last tear of hope is fhed, Can bid the foul return to light,

W

And break the flumber of the dead?

2 No human kill that heart can warm,
Which the cold blaft of nature froze
Recal to life the perifh'd form;
The fecret of the grave difclofe.

3 But thou, our faving God, we know,
Canft arm the mortal hand with power
To bi the ftagnant pulfes flow,
The animating heat reftore.

4 Thy will, ere nature's tutor'd hand
Could with young life these limbs unfold
Did the imprifon'd brain expand,
And all its countlefs fibres told.

As from the duft, thy forming breath
Could the unconfcious being raife;
So can the filent voice of death
Wake at thy call in fongs of praife.

6 Since twice to die is ours alone,
And twice the birth of life to fee;
O let us, fuppliant at thy throne,
Devote our fecond life to thee.

Mrs. MORTON.