My Father's houfe has large fupplies,
And bounteous are his hands.
3 I'll go, and with a mournful tongue,
Fall down before his face;
Father, I've done thy juftice wrong,
Nor can deferve thy grace."
4 He faid, and haften'd to his home,
To feek his Father's love;
The Father faw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.
5 He ran and fell upon his neck,
Embrac'd and kifs'd his fon;
The rebel's heart with forrow brake,
For follies he had done.
6" Take off his clothes of fhame and fin,
The Father gives command;
Drefs him in garments white and clean,
With rings adorn his hand.
A day of feafting I ordain,
Let mirth and joy abound;
My fon was dead, and lives again,
Was loft, but now is found."
Hymn XXXV. Short Metre. [*]
EHOLD, what wond'rous grace
The Father hath bestow'd
On finners of a mortal race,
To call them fons of God!
2 'Tis no furprising thing,
That we fhould be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we fhall be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We fhall be like our Head.
4 A hope fo much divine
May trials well endure;
May cleanfe our fouls from fenfe and fin,
Ás Chrift the Lord is pure.
If in our Father's love
We share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To reft upon our heart.
6 We would no longer lie,
Like flaves beneath the throne ! Our faith fhall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.
Hymn XXXVI. Long Metre. [or]
ESET with fnares, and fill'd with dread, In life's uncertain path we tread; Saviour divine, diffufe thy light,
To guide our doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage our roving treach'rous heart,
To choose the wife, the better part;
To fcorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.
Then let the fierceft ftorms arise,
Let tempefts mingle earth and skies ;
No fatal fhipwreck fhall we fear,
But all our treasure with us bear.
4 If then our Saviour fill be nigh,
Cheerful we live and joyful die;
Secure when mortal comforts flee,
To find a thoufand worlds in thee.
Hymn XXXVII. Long Metre. [*]
LEST are the humble fouls that fee
Their emptincts and poverty;
Treafures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Bleft are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for fin with inward smart;
The blood of Chrift divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Bleft are the meek who ftand afar,
From rage and paffion, noise and war;
God will fecure their happy ftate,
And plead their caufe against the great.
4 Bleft are the fouls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteoufnets;
They fhall be well fupplied and fed,
With living ftreams and living bread.
5 Bleft are the men whofe bowels move,
And melt with fympathy and love;
From Chrift the Lord, they fhall obtain
Like fympathy and love again.
6 Bleft are the pure, whofe hearts are clean
From the defiling power of fin;
With endlefs pleafure they fhall fee
A God of ipotlefs purity.
7 Bleft are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing ftrife;
They fhall be call'd the heirs of blifs,
The fons of God, the God of peace.
8 Bleft are the fufferers, who partake
Of pain and fhame for Jefus' fake;
Their fouls fhall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.
Hymn XXXVIII. Common Metre. [*]
The Hope of the Refurrection.
LEST be the everlasting God,
Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majefty ador'd.
2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,
And call'd him to the sky;
He gave our fouls a lively hope,
That they fhould never die.
What, though his uncontroll'd decree
Command our flesh to duft?
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rofe,
So all his followers muft.
4 There's an inheritance divine,
Referv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.
Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the falvation come;
We walk by faith as ftrangers here,
Till Chrift fhall call us home.
Common Metre. [*]
Benevolence rewarded.
LEST is the man whofe tender heart
B Feels all another's pain;
To whom the fupplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain.
2. Whofe breast expands with gen'rous warmth, A ftranger's woe to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.
3 He fpreads his kind fupporting arms, To every child of grief;
His fecret bounty largely flows,
And brings unafk'd relief.
4 To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never flow;
He views through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in his foe.
5 Peace, from the bofom of his God,
Peace fall to him be given;
His foul fhall reft fecure on earth,
And find its native heaven.
6 To him protection fhall be fhown;
And mercy, from above
Defcend on thofe, who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.
LOW ye the trumpet, blow;
The gladly folemn found
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ran fom'd finners, home.
2 Exalt the Son of God!
The fin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption, by his blood,
Through every land proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home,
Ye who have fold for nought
The heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jefu's love.
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ranfor'd finners, home.
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