4 Though in a bare and rugged Way
Through devious, lonely Wilds I ftray;
Thy Bounty fhall my Pains beguile,
The barren Wilderness fhall fmile
With fudden Greens and Herbage crown'd,
And Streams fhall murmur all around.
HE Earth for ever is the LORD'S,
With Adam's num'rous Race;
He rais'd its Arches o'er the Floods,
And built it on the Seas,
2 But who among the Sons of Men
May vifit thine Abode ?
He that has Hands from Mifchief clean,
Whose Heart is right with GoD.
3 This is the Man may rise and take
The Bleffings of his Grace:
This is the Lot of thofe that feek
The GoD of Jacob's Face,
4 NOW let our Souls immortal Pow'rs To meet the LORD prepare:
Lift up Your Heads, eternal Doors!
The KING OF GLORY's near.
Who is the King of Glory? who
His wondrous Name can tell?
The LORD OF Hosts who dwelt below,
And conquer'd Sin and Hell,
6 JESUS, the GoD of boundlefs Might,
Whom Heav'n and Earth obey;
Lift up your Heads, ye Gates of Light,
Eternal Doors give Way!
7 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD OF HOSTS renown'd:
Glory to HIM alone is due,
Who is with Glory crown'd.
HE Earth and all her Fulness owns.
JEHOVAH for her fov'reign LORD:
The countless Myriads of her Sons
Rofe into Being at his Word.
2 His Word did out of Nothing call
The World, and founded Ail that is;
Launch'd on the Floods this folid Ball,
And fix'd it in the floating Seas.
But who fhall quit this low Abode ?
Who fhall afcend the heav'nly Place?
And ftand upon the Mount of God,
And fee his MAKER Face to Face?
4 The Man whofe Hands and Heart are pure
That bleffed Portion fhall poffefs:
Him fhail the LORD from Sin fecure,
And clothe and crown with Righteoufnefs.
Such only form the chofen Choir
Who feek the Face of Jacob's GOD;
Whofe Feet, with licens'd ftep, afpire
To vifit Sion's bleft Abode.
6 OUR LORD is rifen from the Dead,
Our JESUS is gone up on high;
The Pow'rs of Hell are Captive led,
Dragg'd to the Portals of the Sky.
7 There his triumphal Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay;
Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates!
Ye everlasting Doors give Way!
8 Loofe all your Barrs of maffy Light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal Scene:
He claims the Manfions as his Right,
Receive the KING OF GLORY in.
Who is the King of Glory who?
The LORD that all his Foes o'ercame,
The World, Sin, Death, and Hell o'erthrew,
And JESUS is the Conqueror's Name.
10 Lo! his triumphal Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay;
Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates!
Ye everlasting Doors give Way!
11 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD of glorious Pow'r possest;
The KING of Saints and Angels too,
GOD over All, for ever bleft.
I LIFT my Soul to GOD,
My Truft is in his Name;
Let not my Foes that feek iny
Still triumph in my Shame.
2 Sin, and the Pow'rs of Hell
Perfuade me to defpair;
LORD, make me know thy Cov'nant well,
That I may 'fcape the Snare.
From the first dawning Light
Till the dark Ev’ning rife,
For thy Salvation, LORD, I wait
With ever-longing Eyes.
4 Remember all thy Grace,
And lead me in thy Truth;
Forgive the Sins of riper Days,
And Follies of my Youth.
5 The LORD is juft and kind;
The Meek thall learn his Ways;
And every humble Sinner find
The Methods of his Grace.
6 For his own Goodnefs fake
He faves my Soul from Shame;
He pardons (tho' my Guilt be great)
Through my REDEEMER'S Name.
7 WHERE fhall the Man be found
Who fears t' offend his GOD?
Who loves the Gofpel's joyful Sound,
And trembles at the Rod?
8 The LORD fhall make him know
The Secrets of his Heart;
The Wonders of his Cov'nant fhow,
And all his Love impart.
Are Truth and Mercy ftill,
With fuch as to his Cov'nant ftand,
And love to do his Will.
10 Their Souls fhall dwell at Ease
Before their MAKER'S Face,
Their Seed fhall tafte the Promifes
In their extenfive Grace.
11 MINE Eyes and my Defire
Are ever to the LORD;
I love to plead his Promifes,
And reft upon his Word.
12 LORD, turn Thee to my Soul;
Bring thy Salvation near;
When will thy Hand releafe my Feet Out of the deadly Snare?
13 When fhall the fov'reign Grace
Of my forgiving GOD,
Reftore me from thofe dang'rous Ways
My wand'ring Feet have trod ?
14 Behold the Hofts of Hell!
How cruel is their Hate ?
Against my Life they rife and join
Their Fury with Deceit.
15 O keep my Soul from Death,
Nor put iny Hope to Shame!
For I have plac'd my only Truft
In my REDEEMER's Name..
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