Hymn XCIII. Particular Metre. [*] Praife to our Redeemer. AIL, thou once defpifed Jefus ! Bearer of our fin and fhame! Through the virtue of thy blood; All the heavenly hofts adore thee, 6 There for finners thou art pleading, Till in heaven we appear. 7 Glory, honour, power and blessing, 8 Help, ye bright angelic fpirits, RIPPON'S Collection. Hymn XCIV. Common Metre. [ or b] H Early Religion. APPY is he, whofe early years Receive instruction well; Who hates the finner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 Our youth, devoted to the Lord, A flower when offer'd in the bud 3 'Tis eafier work, if we begin 5 To thee, almighty God, to thee, Twill please us to look back and fee Hymn XCV. Long Metre. The Glory and Defence of the Church. WATTS. [*] HAPPY the Church! thou facred place, The feat of thy Creator's grace! Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God. G 74 2 Thy walls are ftrength, and at thy gates WATTS. Hymn XCVI. Common Metre. [* Chriflian Mederation. H APPY the man whose cautious steps Whofe life, by wifdom's rules well form'd, 2 Not of himfelf he highly thinks, 3 His modeft tongue the language fpeaks Not in base scandal's arts he deals, For truth is in his breast; With grief, he sees his neighbour's faults, 4 What bleflings bounteous Heaven bestows, He takes with thankful heart; With temp'rance he receives his food, To fect and party, his large foul The good he loves, of every name, NEEDHAM. Hymn XCVII. Common Metre. [*] Love to God. APPY the mind where graces reign, Love is the brightest of the train, Our stubborn fins will fight and reign, "Tis love that makes our cheerful feet Affliction's bitter cup is fweet, away, This is the grace that lives and fings, peace. WATTS, varied. Hymn XCVIII. Common Metre. [X] The Blefedness of departed Saints. H Let all attentive hear! ARK! from on high a folemn voice, 'Twill make each pious heart rejoice, And vanquish every fear. 2 "Thrice bleffed are the pious dead, Who in the Lord fhall die; 3 Their weary flesh, as on a bed, And infinite delight. 4 They drop each load as they afcend, Their labours with their lives fhall end; 5 "Their conflicts with their bufy foes 6" But bright rewards fhall recompenfe And perfect love shall banish thence Each gloomy doubt and fear." Liverpool Collection. hymn XCIX. Common Metre. [] A Funeral Thought. HARK! from the tombs, a mournfu [found "Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie." |