4 My willing foul would ftay, CXXVIII. God's Eternity 'RISE, rife my foul, and leave the ground, Stretch all my thoughts abroad; And rouze up ev'ry tuneful found, To praise th' eternal God. 2 Long e'er the lofty skies were spread, Or Adam form'd, or angels made, 3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime; Eternity's his dwelling-place, 4 And ever is his time. While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past ; He fills his own immortal NOW, And see our ages waste. 5. The fea and sky muft perish too, And vaft deftruation come! The creatures, look how old they grow! 6 Well, 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, CXXIX. The Offices of Chrift, I W E bless the prophet of the Lord, Jefus, thy fpirit and thy word, Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We rev'rence our high-prieft above, And lives to carry on his love, 3 We honour our exalted king; 4 Hofanna to his glorious name, CXXX. Celestial Aid invoked for the Propagation of the Gospel. ESUS, by all in heav'n ador'd, Whose Whofe fov'reign, all-producing word To the benighted world around. 2 Shine forth, thou fun of righteousness, In ev'ry land, thy beams difplay; With light divine, the nations bless, And mists, and darkness chafe away: 3 O fend the blessed tidings fofth, 4 Soften the hearts of harden'd jezus ; 5 Haften the much defired day, When knowledge shall the earth o'erflow, As waters do the spacious fea; And all the Lord their God fhall know: Then shout ye ifles-his grace proclaim, And fing the great Redeemer's name. CXXXI CXXXI. Praise the Redeemer. I Y foul, let all thy nobler pow'rs MY Awake, and fing my Saviour's love, 2 Let all within me bless and praise, When he's the fubject of the fong, 3 Holy and rev'rend is his name, 4 The spotlefs Lamb refolves to fall To refcue rebels doom'd to death, 5 So, conq'ring fin, and death, and hell, 6 Thence in due time, he will return, With a celeftial train Of faints and angels, and amidst CXXXII. CXXXII. The Brazen Serpent. W HEN Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd, A ferpent ftrait the prophet made 2 Around the fainting crowds attend, 3 But, O, what healing to the heart, Doth our Redeemer's crofs impart ! 4 Still may I view the bloody cross; 5 Jefus the Saviour! balmy name ! Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim; My life, my hope, is all from thee. |