O let me hear thy voice divine My largest wishes ask no more. Mrs. STEELE. Hymn CCXCVIII. Common Metre. [*] The Invitation. Ifaiah Iv. "Where living waters flow; Free to that facred fountain, all Without a price may go. 2 "How long to ftreams of falfe delight Will ye in crouds repair? How long your ftrength and fubftance wafte 3 "My ftores afford thofe rich fupplies "With you a cov'nant I will make, The hope which gladden'd David's heart "Behold he comes, your Leader comes, 6"See, nations haften to his call Iflands unknown fhall bow to him, W Scotch Paraphrafes. Hymn CCXCIX. Common Metre. [*] The Gospel Feaft. E wretched, hungry, ftarving poor, Where mercy fpreads her bounteous store 2 See Jefus ftands with open arms, 4 Come, then, and with his people taste 5 There, with united heart and voice, Ten thousand thoufand fouls rejoice, 6 And yet ten thousand thousand more Mrs. STEELE, Hymn CCC. Common Metre. [* or b True and Falfe Zeal. . ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame Whilft that which often bears the name, True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear; The falfe is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war. 3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace; But felf contends for names and forms, 4 Zeal has attain'd its higheft aim, If finners love the Saviour's name, 5 But felf, however well employ'd, 6 Self may its own reward obtain, And be applauded here; 7 But zeal the best applaufe will gain This idol felf, O Lord, dethrone, NEWTONS ASCRIPTIONS and BENEDICTIONS, Founded on TEXTS of SCRIPTURE; to be fung at the End of Pfalms and Hymns, in various Metres. I. Common Metre.-Single. Phil. iv. 7. MAY peace which from the Lord pro ceeds, Which Chrift alone imparts, Pfalm xxviii. 9. Lord, blefs thy people, who to thee Feed thou thy flock, and raise them up III. Revelations v 13. Unknown. Bleffing and honour, glory, power, IV.` Another. To him who fits upon the throne, The God whom we adore; TATE. Let ev'ry creature bow the head Since God hath rais'd him from the dead, Let ev'ry mortal tongue confess Thus, when the Saviour's name we blefs, VI. Hebrews xiii. 20, 21. Now may the God of peace and love, Enrich our fouls with every grace, And all that's pleafing in his fight, RIPPON'S Colléction! Revelations i. 5, 6. To him who wash'd us from our fins In his own precious blood; |