Come, children, to your Father's arms, 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Sufpicions and complaints? Is he a God, and fhall his grace Hide in the chambers of my grace 6 My fword fhall boast its thousands flain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heav'nly peace around my flock Stretches its foft and fhady wings. XXXI. Referred to the ft Pfalm. XXXII, COMMON METRE. Strength from Heaven. Ifa. xl. 27, 28, 29, 30. • WHENCE do our mournful thoughts And where's our courage fled ?[arife! "Has reflefs fin, and raging hell, Struck all our comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty name, 3 Treafures of everlasting might He gives the conqueft to the weak, Mere mortal pow'r fhall fadesand die, Shall feel our ftrength increase. 5. The faints shall mount on eagles wings, And tafte the promis'd blifs, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is. XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, Referred to Pfal. 121, 124, 67, 73, 90, and 84. 4 Grow weary of his faints? Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb, The Bufinefs and Bleffedness of glorified Saints. WHAT happy men, or angels, thefe, From tort'ring racks, and burning fires, 4 No more fhall hunger pain their fouls : He bids their parching thirst be gone, And spreads the shadow of his wings, GOD's tender Care of his Church. Ifa. xlix. 13, To fkreen them from the fcorching fun. NOW 14, &c. TOW fhal! inward joys arife, 2 God on his thirty Sion hill Some mercy drops has thrown, And folemn oaths hath bound his love To fhower falvation down. A The Lamb, that fills the middle throne, Shall hed around his milder beams; There fhall they feaft on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. 6 Thus fhall their mighty blifs renew, Through the vast round of endless years, And the foft hand of fov'reign grace Heals all their wounds,and wipes their tears. • THESE glorious minds, how bright they 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys, 3 Now they approach a spotless God,` 4 The unveil'd glories of his face Amongst his faints refide, 5 Tormenting thirft fhall leave their fouls, 6 The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly flock Where living fountains rise, And love divine fhall wipe away XLII. COMMON METRE. 6 7 Through the wide air the weighty rocks That fhakes the folid world? Yet, mighty God! thy fov'reign grace When wrath comes rufhing down. While we beneath thy fhelt'ring wings XLIII. Referred to the 100th Pfalm. 1 While from the fkies his awful voice Bears the laft judgment down. ["I am the first, and I the last, "Through endless years the fame ; "I AM-is my memorial ftill, "And my eternal name. "Such favours as a God can give, "My royal grace beftows; "Ye thirfty fouls, come taste the ftreams " Where life and pleasure flows.] Divine Wrath and Mercy; from Nabum i. 1,4 ["The faint that triumphs o'er his fins, 2, 3, &c. DORE and tremble, for our God Is a *confuming fire; His jealous eyes his wrath inflame, 2 Almighty vengeance, how it burns ; 5 But kindled, Oh! how fierce they blaze! 7 4 At his approach the mountains flee, t And feek a wat❜ry grave; The frighted fea makes hafte away, And fhrinks up ev'ry wave. Heb. xii. 29. "I'll own him for a fon; "The whole creation fhall reward "The conquests he has won. "But bloody hands, and hearts unclean, "And all the lying race, "The faithlefs and the fcoffing crew, "That spurn at offer'd grace; "They fhall be taken from my fight, When earth and feas are fled ! 8 May I with those for ever dwell, 3 The mighty God, whofe matchless pow'r,2 And firm endures, while endless years 4 From thee, the overflowing fpring, 1 XLIX. COMMON METRE. The Works of Mofes and the Lamb. Řev.xv. 3. H Who would not fear thy name? Who would not love the Lamb? 2 He has done more than Mofes did, Our Prophet and our King; The Egyptian hoft was drown'd; 4 When through the defart Ifrael went, Mofes beheld the promis'd land, 3 Now he bedews old David's root [John was the prophet of the Lord, The herald which our Saviour God 4 He makes the great falvation known, 5 "Sink ev'ry mountain low; "The proud muft ftoop, and humble fouls Shall his falvation know. "The Heathen realms with Ifrael's land, "Shall join in fweet accord; "And all that's born of man fhall fee The glory of the Lord. O God the only wife, But Chrift fhall bring his foll'wers home, Let all the faints below the skies To fee his Father's face. Their humble praises bring, M 2 'Tis his almighty love, His courfel and his care, Preferves us fafe from fin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3 He will prefent our fouls Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. Then all the chofen feed Shall meet around the throne, Shall blefs the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom and pow'r belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting fongs. LII. LONG METRE. Baptifm. Matth. xxviii. 19. Alts ii. 38. WAS the commiffion of our Lord, Go teach the nations, and baptize, "TWA The nations have receiv'd the word 2 He fits upon th' eternal hills, 3 Repent, and be baptiz'd, he saith, 5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee,.. And feal our cov'nant with the Lord; O may the great Eternal Three In heav'n our folemn vows record! 2 Our nation reads the written word, 3 God's kindeft thoughts are here exprefs'd, LIV. LONG METRE. Liecting Grace: Or, Saints beloved in Chrift. Epb. i. 3, &c. 1 JEST 1 YESUS, we bless thy Father's name; Thy God and ours are both the fame; What heav'nly bleffings from his throne Flow down to finners through his Son ! 2 Chrift be my first elect, he faid, 3 Then chofe our fouls in Chrift our Head, Thus did eternal love begin To raife us up from death and fin; 4 Predeftinated to be fons, Born by degrees, but chofe at once; To praise the glory of his grace. 5 With Chrift, our Lord, we fhare a part In the affections of his heart; Nor fhall our fouls be thence remov'd, 'Till he forgets his first belov'd. 2 WHEN we are rais'd from deep diftrefs, We take the pattern of our praise The gates of the devouring grave If he that holds the keys of death 3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abufe Our minds with flavish fears; We chatter with a fwallow's voice, Jehovah speaks the healing word, 2 To all that's good, averfe, and blind, 3 Conceiv'd in fin (O wretched state) 4 How ftrong in our degen'rate blood And mingling with the crooked flood, 6 If half the ftrings of life should break, 5 [Wild and unwholesome as the root E fing the glories of thy love, WE We found thy dreadful name; 2 Great God,how won'drous are thy works The cup of wrath is ready mix'd, And the muft drink the dregs; Will all the branches be; How can we hope for living fruit 6 What mortal pow'r from things unclean- 7 Who can command a vital stream Yet, mighty God, thy wond'rous loye While Christ and grace prevail above- The fecond Adam fhall restore LVIII. LONG METRE. The Devil vanquished: Or, Michael's War fail. LET mortal 3 4 Down from the skies, to rife no mores |