But, like a tender nurse,

The fucklings feed with breafts of love,
And fhow'r his mercies from above;
For he's the living source.

8 His promises he cannot break, Never a helpless foul forfake,

For life and blood he pawn'd;

Tho' ftorms and waves with fury beat,
Yea, ev'n in fi'ry trials heat,
The rocks unfhaken ftand.

9 Jehovah's ftrength with me abides, While Chrift himself in me refides, Immanuel, God with us:

Let Satan roar, let hell affail,

The Bridegroom's heart can never fail,
The ferpent's head he'll bruife.

10 Rejoice, ye heav'ns, and earth reply!
With praife, ye finners, fill the sky,
All grace his death procures :
Your woes with bleffings are exchang'd,
You in his children's order rang'd,
Eternal life is yours.

HYMN

CCCIX.-S. M.

Y foul repeat his praise,

MWhole mercies are fo great;

Whose anger is so flow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 High as the heav'ns are rais'd
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

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4

The pity of the Lord,
To thofe that fear his name,
Is fuch as tender parents feel:
He knows our feeble frame.

Our days are as the grafs,
Or like the morning flower;

If one fharp blast sweeps o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

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But thy compaffions, Lord,

To endless years endure;

And children's children ever find
Thy word of promise sure.

HYMN CCCX.

-C. M.

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THE

HE Lord fupplies his people's need,
Jehovah is his name;

In pastures fresh he makes them feed
Befide the living ftream.

2 He brings their wand'ring fpirits back,

When they forsake his ways,

And leads them for his mercy's fake

In paths of truth and grace.

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3

When

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5

When they walk thro' the fhades of death,
His presence is their stay;
A word of his fupporting breath
Drives all their fears away.

His hand in fight of all their foes
Doth ftill their table spread,
Their cup with bleflings overflows,
His oil anoints their head.

The fure provisions of our God,
Attend us all our days:
Omay his house be our abode,
And all our work his praise!

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HYMN

CCCXI.-C. M.

For an heart to praise my God!
An heart from guilt fet free,

An heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely fpilt for me!

2 An heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne,
Where only Chrift is heard to speak,
Where Jefus reigns alone.

3 An humble, lowly, contrite, heart,
Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.

4 An heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,.
And fill'd with love divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine..

5 Thy tender heart is ftill the same,
And melts at human woe:
Jefu, for thee distrest I am,
I want thy love to know.

6. Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above,
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, beft name of Love..

HYMN

SON of

CCCXII.

ON of God! thy bleffing grant,
Still fupply my ev'ry want,

Tree of life thy influence fhed,
Why thy fap my fpirit feed!

2 Tend'reft branch, alas! am I,
Wither without thee, and die ::
Weak as helpless infancy-
O. confirm my foul in thee!

3 Unfuftain'd by thee I fall,

Send the ftrength for which I call;
Weaker than a bruiled reed,
Help Levery moment need.

4 All

4 All my hopes on thee depend,
Love me! fave me to the end!
Give me the continuing grace-
Take the everlasting praise !

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H Y M N CCCXIII.

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Know that the Lord is God alone!
He can create, and he destroy.

-L. M.

2 His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring fheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold

again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with founding praise.

4 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vaft as eternity thy love,
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years fhall cease to move.

HYMN